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The thing I've been most ashamed of doing with a penis
Confess. Female b3tans may need to improvise.
( , Thu 12 Mar 2009, 12:13)
Confess. Female b3tans may need to improvise.
( , Thu 12 Mar 2009, 12:13)
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I'm very sorry Doctor
So about 11 years ago I managed to get hit by a cycle courier, never mind how, that'll be a story for another QOTW. Nothing to serious, a knock to the head and a nasty cut deep into my right thigh.
So I wake up on a gurney in the local A&E just as they've finished cutting off my jeans and are examining the gash in my leg. I'm still a little woozy from the bump to the head at this point so I'm not paying much attention but glad I listened to all that advice about always wearing clean boxers in case you get in an accident! The nurse finishes examining me and tells me she's going to send in someone to stitch me up.
Sure enough a few minutes later Doctor Hottie* arrives to sow me back up. To the inexperienced 16 year old I was she was the image of perfection, mid 20's, about 5'9", Brunette with a body that could start wars.
So she gets a suture kit and begins to sow up my leg, because of the awkward location she is swapping angles with each stitch so when she was going one way I could see straight down her loose surgical scrubs and cop an eyeful of her gorgeous black lace bra ensconced (looking back with more experience) 32C's. As if that wasn't enough to get me thinking highly inappropriate thoughts whenever the stitch has to go the other way I've now got a perfect view of an arse you could bounce pennies off and sure enough, just a hint of matching thong peeking out over the top as if to say "Hello, Bill, Look at me".
As you might imagine this was a little to much for the inexperienced 16 year old I was and although I tried to resist nature took it's course and I rose to the occasion. Embarrassing but not too bad I hear you thinking, maybe if it hadn't tapped her on the shoulder as she bent down as if to say "Hi, wanna play?" I might be able to agree with you. The fact that about 5 seconds later both my parents arrived just as she was recoiling in shock only added to the shame I feel every time I remember this.
Length: Long enough to reach anyway.
*Obviously name changed to protect my last surviving shreds of dignity
( , Sat 14 Mar 2009, 15:20, Reply)
So about 11 years ago I managed to get hit by a cycle courier, never mind how, that'll be a story for another QOTW. Nothing to serious, a knock to the head and a nasty cut deep into my right thigh.
So I wake up on a gurney in the local A&E just as they've finished cutting off my jeans and are examining the gash in my leg. I'm still a little woozy from the bump to the head at this point so I'm not paying much attention but glad I listened to all that advice about always wearing clean boxers in case you get in an accident! The nurse finishes examining me and tells me she's going to send in someone to stitch me up.
Sure enough a few minutes later Doctor Hottie* arrives to sow me back up. To the inexperienced 16 year old I was she was the image of perfection, mid 20's, about 5'9", Brunette with a body that could start wars.
So she gets a suture kit and begins to sow up my leg, because of the awkward location she is swapping angles with each stitch so when she was going one way I could see straight down her loose surgical scrubs and cop an eyeful of her gorgeous black lace bra ensconced (looking back with more experience) 32C's. As if that wasn't enough to get me thinking highly inappropriate thoughts whenever the stitch has to go the other way I've now got a perfect view of an arse you could bounce pennies off and sure enough, just a hint of matching thong peeking out over the top as if to say "Hello, Bill, Look at me".
As you might imagine this was a little to much for the inexperienced 16 year old I was and although I tried to resist nature took it's course and I rose to the occasion. Embarrassing but not too bad I hear you thinking, maybe if it hadn't tapped her on the shoulder as she bent down as if to say "Hi, wanna play?" I might be able to agree with you. The fact that about 5 seconds later both my parents arrived just as she was recoiling in shock only added to the shame I feel every time I remember this.
Length: Long enough to reach anyway.
*Obviously name changed to protect my last surviving shreds of dignity
( , Sat 14 Mar 2009, 15:20, Reply)
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