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Train carriages, car parks, behind the altar at midnight mass. Where have you done the dirty?
Thanks to SpankyHanky, Chart Cat and others for the suggestion
( , Thu 23 Apr 2009, 12:58)
Train carriages, car parks, behind the altar at midnight mass. Where have you done the dirty?
Thanks to SpankyHanky, Chart Cat and others for the suggestion
( , Thu 23 Apr 2009, 12:58)
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Got caught behind a nightclub.....
...during me earlier years I was an opportunistic scallywag, and if it was offered on a plate I'd pretty much eat my dinner off of it. One of my earlier run-ins with the ol' sex thing was with a dental nurse. We had met before, and she was keen to drag me away from the club.
Within a minute we've followed the road around the club and into a quiet spot just up past a taxi office. Just past this were a few garages with a bush across the front, giving us a little hiding place. Or so I though.
We drop our jackets on the floor and start going for it. I'm on top, happily pounding away (as you do) when something odd caught my attention. Was it the lovely young lady before me? Or possibly our surrounding garage and bush location? Or perhaps it was the fact that my arse was currently illuminated mid thrust by a spot-light? Yup, the ass of Jeccius was lit up like a Spotty at Texas Pete's KKK convention.
Unknown to us, the road leading up to the tax office and the garages had played host to a patrolling police car. One of which was leaning out of his window and currently shining a torch through the bush onto my love-derrière.
I turn around, and see the cop car. Steph (see, I remember her name, I'm not that much of a cunt), who was getting into the swing of things suddenly stopped and noticed it too.
The cop says "Hello?"
I answer "Oh just FUCK OFF please...." and Steph laughs.
The cop says "Oh, ummm...sorry." With that, he closes his window and the car drives away.
Awesome. Except we couldn't quite finish after that as we were too busy laughing. Ah well. There's always the next slag...errr week. Always the next week.
( , Fri 24 Apr 2009, 8:49, Reply)
...during me earlier years I was an opportunistic scallywag, and if it was offered on a plate I'd pretty much eat my dinner off of it. One of my earlier run-ins with the ol' sex thing was with a dental nurse. We had met before, and she was keen to drag me away from the club.
Within a minute we've followed the road around the club and into a quiet spot just up past a taxi office. Just past this were a few garages with a bush across the front, giving us a little hiding place. Or so I though.
We drop our jackets on the floor and start going for it. I'm on top, happily pounding away (as you do) when something odd caught my attention. Was it the lovely young lady before me? Or possibly our surrounding garage and bush location? Or perhaps it was the fact that my arse was currently illuminated mid thrust by a spot-light? Yup, the ass of Jeccius was lit up like a Spotty at Texas Pete's KKK convention.
Unknown to us, the road leading up to the tax office and the garages had played host to a patrolling police car. One of which was leaning out of his window and currently shining a torch through the bush onto my love-derrière.
I turn around, and see the cop car. Steph (see, I remember her name, I'm not that much of a cunt), who was getting into the swing of things suddenly stopped and noticed it too.
The cop says "Hello?"
I answer "Oh just FUCK OFF please...." and Steph laughs.
The cop says "Oh, ummm...sorry." With that, he closes his window and the car drives away.
Awesome. Except we couldn't quite finish after that as we were too busy laughing. Ah well. There's always the next slag...errr week. Always the next week.
( , Fri 24 Apr 2009, 8:49, Reply)
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