Apparently I'm a sex offender
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
I was once paid £15 to count the amount of people visiting a hairdresser. I stood outside for 3 hours with a clicky counter in my pocket, pressing it every time a person entered. Suddenly there's a copper in front of me, I turn and there's another behind. "What are you up to sunshine?" "A rival hairdresser wants to count the competition" "Well, there's been a call from the shop owner that there's a ginger bloke standing outside fiddling with his cock." Have you ever done anything that made strangers think you were a pervert?
( , Thu 17 Aug 2006, 22:20)
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This is a true story related to me by a man shrouded in mystery. Its about his fetish for the right breast.....
It all started when my wife found a cancerous tumor in her left breast, which she lost after surgery to remove the tumor. The sight of my wifes chest after the operation may have been a turn off to most men - one flacid breast erupting from her chest opposite a crinkly mass of scar tissue - however i found it very arousing, it was if the loss of the left breast had heigtend my appeciation of the right.
Fortunatly my wife understood my little paraphilla and recently invited some of her friends from her post op trauma group run by the hospital. Slowly they all got undressed and the "right only" women tied up the only "left only" woman and placed her in front of a mirror so she could see what she should look like, then they milked the breast into a cup in the shape of a breast that i made before hand from papermache, then all the women drank from it to cleanse her of her bad blouse bunny.
P.S I promise I'll stop going on about right breasts now.
( , Mon 21 Aug 2006, 22:18, Reply)
It all started when my wife found a cancerous tumor in her left breast, which she lost after surgery to remove the tumor. The sight of my wifes chest after the operation may have been a turn off to most men - one flacid breast erupting from her chest opposite a crinkly mass of scar tissue - however i found it very arousing, it was if the loss of the left breast had heigtend my appeciation of the right.
Fortunatly my wife understood my little paraphilla and recently invited some of her friends from her post op trauma group run by the hospital. Slowly they all got undressed and the "right only" women tied up the only "left only" woman and placed her in front of a mirror so she could see what she should look like, then they milked the breast into a cup in the shape of a breast that i made before hand from papermache, then all the women drank from it to cleanse her of her bad blouse bunny.
P.S I promise I'll stop going on about right breasts now.
( , Mon 21 Aug 2006, 22:18, Reply)
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