Biggest Sexual Regret
Our glorious leader Rob asks: Most of us have done it, right? You've seen a grown lady/man naked, right? What's your biggest regret connected to The Acts of Venus? "Your Mum" does not an answer make, but big fat lies about threesomes are welcome.
( , Thu 8 Dec 2011, 13:34)
Our glorious leader Rob asks: Most of us have done it, right? You've seen a grown lady/man naked, right? What's your biggest regret connected to The Acts of Venus? "Your Mum" does not an answer make, but big fat lies about threesomes are welcome.
( , Thu 8 Dec 2011, 13:34)
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I laid back on the bed
and locked my fingers behind my head. It was afternoon. There was a knot in my stomach. I swallowed. The bed was narrow, the starched sheets rough against my skin. I felt guilty. So fucking guilty. The door opened and a man's voice bade me welcome. Back again, he said, you must like it here. I didn't reply. I kept staring at the ceiling then closed my eyes. I thought of my girlfriend, and what I needed to tell her.
I wasn't here because of what I wanted, but because of what I needed. That was my tack and I would stick to it. 'I tell myself I will not go/ even as I drive there'. The man clattered around on the far side of the room. I felt myself tense as he walked to stand beside me. I pushed my teeth together as I felt his fingers envelop my cock, the unmistakable sensation of latex, his fingers pulling my foreskin back. There was a touch of metal against my skin.
"I thought these would have gone away by now. Here we go again. Brace yourself"
The man proceeded to burn half my dick off with cold gas. Remember, kids, condoms are your friends, and STD treatment can really fucking hurt.
The worst part is that afterwards it stank of rotten meat.
( , Thu 8 Dec 2011, 20:34, 1 reply)
and locked my fingers behind my head. It was afternoon. There was a knot in my stomach. I swallowed. The bed was narrow, the starched sheets rough against my skin. I felt guilty. So fucking guilty. The door opened and a man's voice bade me welcome. Back again, he said, you must like it here. I didn't reply. I kept staring at the ceiling then closed my eyes. I thought of my girlfriend, and what I needed to tell her.
I wasn't here because of what I wanted, but because of what I needed. That was my tack and I would stick to it. 'I tell myself I will not go/ even as I drive there'. The man clattered around on the far side of the room. I felt myself tense as he walked to stand beside me. I pushed my teeth together as I felt his fingers envelop my cock, the unmistakable sensation of latex, his fingers pulling my foreskin back. There was a touch of metal against my skin.
"I thought these would have gone away by now. Here we go again. Brace yourself"
The man proceeded to burn half my dick off with cold gas. Remember, kids, condoms are your friends, and STD treatment can really fucking hurt.
The worst part is that afterwards it stank of rotten meat.
( , Thu 8 Dec 2011, 20:34, 1 reply)
sage advice
It won't win, but it should. Well written, good punchline and sounds true. Click
( , Tue 13 Dec 2011, 15:15, closed)
It won't win, but it should. Well written, good punchline and sounds true. Click
( , Tue 13 Dec 2011, 15:15, closed)
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