Once upon a time, I actually was fortunate enough to end up in bed with a rather attractive girl
I'd known her for years, always been mates. One night we got drunk, and ended up sleeping together. We woke up the next day, and decided we'd go for it again, but not as a drunken fuck, per se.

I started to go down on her, and out of the blue, a phrase popped into my head - "She had a clit like a silverbacks knuckle". I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing. It turns out this girl is very nervous about anyone going down on her, thought I was laughing at her, got dressed, and left. I've not seen her in 2 months now.

Damn you Tourettes and DG, you stopped me from getting laid!

/Irrelevant, but thought I'd point out even the gorgeous ones aren't perfect
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 13:48, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

sorry about that :o/

( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Wed 29 Sep 2010, 14:28, Reply)