Scars with history
You've all got scars: they're nature's little reminders not to be so damned stupid next time. My favourite is the 1/4" round hole in the back of my right hand, created when I was 7 by my best friend putting a manure-covered gardening fork "away".
Tell us the stories behind your scars. With photos if possible.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
You've all got scars: they're nature's little reminders not to be so damned stupid next time. My favourite is the 1/4" round hole in the back of my right hand, created when I was 7 by my best friend putting a manure-covered gardening fork "away".
Tell us the stories behind your scars. With photos if possible.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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My Small, yet painful scar...
I have a small scar, vaguely comma shaped on the underside of my penis. It hapened a few years ago, when i had the (mis)fortune to pull the local slapper. This girl was widely renowned for having taken in more semen than the Royal Navy, even at the tender age of 17. So, after the feeblest of foreplay, (a quick twist of each nipple, and a sly finger inserted, then brought up behind her head while you kiss her neck to make sure she doesn't smell off) I rammed my little soldier home, as hard as I could. You can imagine my shock then, as this 'slut of the town' turned out to have a front bottom not dissimilar in circumference to that of a mouse's ear-hole. There was an almost audible, and certainly palpable 'twang' as my 'banjo string' snapped. I then had to walk five miles home, with a penis pouring blood. In white jeans. And it hurt like fuck to piss for the next 10 days.
( , Thu 10 Feb 2005, 0:14, Reply)
I have a small scar, vaguely comma shaped on the underside of my penis. It hapened a few years ago, when i had the (mis)fortune to pull the local slapper. This girl was widely renowned for having taken in more semen than the Royal Navy, even at the tender age of 17. So, after the feeblest of foreplay, (a quick twist of each nipple, and a sly finger inserted, then brought up behind her head while you kiss her neck to make sure she doesn't smell off) I rammed my little soldier home, as hard as I could. You can imagine my shock then, as this 'slut of the town' turned out to have a front bottom not dissimilar in circumference to that of a mouse's ear-hole. There was an almost audible, and certainly palpable 'twang' as my 'banjo string' snapped. I then had to walk five miles home, with a penis pouring blood. In white jeans. And it hurt like fuck to piss for the next 10 days.
( , Thu 10 Feb 2005, 0:14, Reply)
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