Since I seem to be 6th on the board I should really at least tell a tale
Long time reader, VERY rare poster. I seem to spend most of my time on one of the other internet mongboards.

I've never really tried the whole online personals thing. I've met an awful lot of awful people from the internet, and the was the nekkid cocaine stabbing incident (although it has been universally agreed he deserved it) but never looked for love.

The closest thing I have come to a personal is a column in my college newspaper that attracted some attention. It was the usual pretentious tosh beloved of earnest indie kids (the original ones I mean, way back when), but to cut a long story short it did get me into the pants of the fragrant Alyson. she was a standard issue messed up little rich girl. She lived with her mum and step dad in a massive house in the country, while her father and brother had moved to the US. I should have seen the signs for male abondment issues a mile off, but true to form for crazy posh girls she was dynamite in bed and at that age I just counted my blessings.

Until it got just a bit too weird even for me. To continue the pretence of her being a nice little girl, I would always sleep in one of the spare rooms when I stayed the night. Of course, 2 minutes after her mum went to bed I'd be backskuttling her sweet little daughter over the bedstead.
The house was old and freezing so she often give me a t-shirt to sleep in, one of her brother's, in fact she would insist I wore it, and never let me take it off when bumping uglies.
So far so odd, until I found out that of the many spare rooms in her mum's pile, I always used to sleep in her brother's.
The final straw came when I noticed she always seemed to stare at a point on the wall when she was on top, an old family pic. She always seemed to come when she was oon top... Then one day, while I was wearing his t-shirt, shagging her in his bed, while she was looking at his picture, she called out her brother's name.

I did what any self respecting gentleman would do. Carried on, finished off, and legged it out the window when she finally fell asleep.
(voodo_kinky, Tue 18 Sep 2007, 13:30, Reply)