I Hurt My Rude Bits, Again
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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During my student days in liverpool, after a drunken night out. I'm back at this girls place, and for once shes a looker. Great! But, disaster, no condoms!
She ends up on top dry humping me, rubbing her bits back and forward on the outside of my throbbing, yearning manhood, my hands kneeling her creamy arse for all I'm worth.
After a while I notice a feeling of wet coldness. Lights are off, so I check it out with my fingers, hmm feels a bit tacky..... like blood does.... err whats going on.
Well what was going on was that all the grinding and thrusting had snapped the bit of flesh whose job is to hold my foreskin onto the top of my knob.
When I go to the toilet to check it out, blood is dripping everywhere.
I've borrowed her white dressing gown and when I look down its as if I've been covering up a gunshot wound. I borrow one of her hair scrunchies and half a bog roll of paper to make a field dressing.
Several days feeling sorry for myself and wondering if I've lost too much blood. Wondering if I'll ever be able to wank again.
Makes it easier to clean under the hood though.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 16:48, 1 reply)
During my student days in liverpool, after a drunken night out. I'm back at this girls place, and for once shes a looker. Great! But, disaster, no condoms!
She ends up on top dry humping me, rubbing her bits back and forward on the outside of my throbbing, yearning manhood, my hands kneeling her creamy arse for all I'm worth.
After a while I notice a feeling of wet coldness. Lights are off, so I check it out with my fingers, hmm feels a bit tacky..... like blood does.... err whats going on.
Well what was going on was that all the grinding and thrusting had snapped the bit of flesh whose job is to hold my foreskin onto the top of my knob.
When I go to the toilet to check it out, blood is dripping everywhere.
I've borrowed her white dressing gown and when I look down its as if I've been covering up a gunshot wound. I borrow one of her hair scrunchies and half a bog roll of paper to make a field dressing.
Several days feeling sorry for myself and wondering if I've lost too much blood. Wondering if I'll ever be able to wank again.
Makes it easier to clean under the hood though.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 16:48, 1 reply)
Its commonly known as the banjo string
Or medically,it's a frenulum.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 18:39, closed)
Or medically,it's a frenulum.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 18:39, closed)
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