My Greatest RegretsWhen I was still quite young, I was offered the chance to spend several weeks in the South of France. My Uncle was going to drive me down in his vintage MG sports car. There would be sun, sand and, crucially, French girls.
I was too scared of the French girls to go.
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chthonic, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
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She'd just broken up with my best mate...and I'd fancied her for ages. We'd done some mildly scary flirting while they were still together.
One lovely summer's evening we found ourselves alone in a field with a picnic. There was wine, sarnies, wine, conversation, wine, scotch eggs, a bit more wine, etc. until everything seemed to be heading towards a deeply satisfying (for me) shag.
There was a great deal of advanced snogging, hands going everywhere, clothes being discarded, moistness, hardness, and suddenly...
a horse in the next field farted VERY LOUDLY. We both laughed so much for so long that the moment passed.
Two days later she was back with my idiot of a best mate with a (reasonably) clear conscience.
Never got anywhere near her again. But I did see her lady-parts.
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MisterPunch did it that way on, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 16:43,
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