Nativity Plays
Every year the little kids at schools all over get to put on a play. Often it's christmas themed, but the key thing is that everyone gets a part, whether it's Snowflake #12 or Mary or Grendel (yes, really).
Personally I played a 'Rich Husband' who refused to buy matches from some scabby street urchin. Never did see her again...
Who or what did you get to be? And what did you have to wear?
( , Thu 26 Mar 2009, 17:45)
Every year the little kids at schools all over get to put on a play. Often it's christmas themed, but the key thing is that everyone gets a part, whether it's Snowflake #12 or Mary or Grendel (yes, really).
Personally I played a 'Rich Husband' who refused to buy matches from some scabby street urchin. Never did see her again...
Who or what did you get to be? And what did you have to wear?
( , Thu 26 Mar 2009, 17:45)
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I was lucky...
When I got a scholarship to Grammar School, the whole xmas play thing fell by the wayside. Unless, of course you wanted to get involved in drama. I did.
One of the productions we had in my lower 6th was a play written by my (sadly missed) head of drama. It was an adaptation of Out of Africa, but with a steamy love interest thrown in. Oh yes. The reason it needed a steamy love interest is because no fucker can understand the book otherwise, and it needed some kind of plot to keep it together. Personally, I think it was so that the head of drama could watch teenage boys prance around wearing loincloths.
Anyway, I digress.
I was playing Blixen, the main protagonist. He falls in love with a girl from the Kikuyu tribe. Obviously, their love was forbidden, and they had to keep their furious games of hide the sausage under wraps. Sex with natives was a big no-no.
In this play, life imitated art. The girl who was playing the Kikuyu woman who I was supposed to fall in love with was, quite frankly, stunning. I mean, even though I later changed teams she was gorgeous. And she clearly had a thing for me too. As I found on the first night.
One particular scene, I was supposed to hold her close to me in an embrace as the lights dimmed. As the curtain fell, she squeezed my cock through my safari pants and whispered "Carrot, my Dad's in the audience but I've got his car keys. Fancy some fun?"
Hell yeah. His Dad drove a vintage Jaguar. Absolutely gorgeous car. Anyway, we got onto the back seat, where she proceeded to expertly fellate me. We did this every night during the production, including on the last night, when young Carrot lost his virginity. Spluff.
And that is my story of
Native E-type lays.
*Awaits spanging*
( , Fri 27 Mar 2009, 16:13, 9 replies)
When I got a scholarship to Grammar School, the whole xmas play thing fell by the wayside. Unless, of course you wanted to get involved in drama. I did.
One of the productions we had in my lower 6th was a play written by my (sadly missed) head of drama. It was an adaptation of Out of Africa, but with a steamy love interest thrown in. Oh yes. The reason it needed a steamy love interest is because no fucker can understand the book otherwise, and it needed some kind of plot to keep it together. Personally, I think it was so that the head of drama could watch teenage boys prance around wearing loincloths.
Anyway, I digress.
I was playing Blixen, the main protagonist. He falls in love with a girl from the Kikuyu tribe. Obviously, their love was forbidden, and they had to keep their furious games of hide the sausage under wraps. Sex with natives was a big no-no.
In this play, life imitated art. The girl who was playing the Kikuyu woman who I was supposed to fall in love with was, quite frankly, stunning. I mean, even though I later changed teams she was gorgeous. And she clearly had a thing for me too. As I found on the first night.
One particular scene, I was supposed to hold her close to me in an embrace as the lights dimmed. As the curtain fell, she squeezed my cock through my safari pants and whispered "Carrot, my Dad's in the audience but I've got his car keys. Fancy some fun?"
Hell yeah. His Dad drove a vintage Jaguar. Absolutely gorgeous car. Anyway, we got onto the back seat, where she proceeded to expertly fellate me. We did this every night during the production, including on the last night, when young Carrot lost his virginity. Spluff.
And that is my story of
Native E-type lays.
*Awaits spanging*
( , Fri 27 Mar 2009, 16:13, 9 replies)
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