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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Every. Single. Time. that I've turned down sex
Mostly from being too young, inexperienced and scared to get the hint. Particularly the time in halls of residence when a girl whose main topic of conversation with me was about what a nymphomaniac she was, randomly knocked on my door - sober to boot - and started rubbing herself against me and asking if I wanted to wrestle. I told her her boyfriend would be back soon. She didn't have one. She wasn't wearing a bra, or - apparently - knickers.
No, I don't know what I was thinking. I suspect that goes beyond cluelessness and into the realms of some sort of medical disorder.
That's just the one that stands out most. There were several others. So; I regret every single shag I've never had, and none of the ones I have; no, not even the one that gained me a demonstratively self-harming stalker (which was around the same time as the Nympho Fail Incident), or the time I fucked my brother's girlfriend when he was out the house for ten minutes.
Actually, I have a suspicion that somewhere around 21, my shame circuits, sick of their strenuous working conditions, just packed it in and have been on strike ever since.
( , Fri 9 Dec 2011, 12:26, 5 replies)
Mostly from being too young, inexperienced and scared to get the hint. Particularly the time in halls of residence when a girl whose main topic of conversation with me was about what a nymphomaniac she was, randomly knocked on my door - sober to boot - and started rubbing herself against me and asking if I wanted to wrestle. I told her her boyfriend would be back soon. She didn't have one. She wasn't wearing a bra, or - apparently - knickers.
No, I don't know what I was thinking. I suspect that goes beyond cluelessness and into the realms of some sort of medical disorder.
That's just the one that stands out most. There were several others. So; I regret every single shag I've never had, and none of the ones I have; no, not even the one that gained me a demonstratively self-harming stalker (which was around the same time as the Nympho Fail Incident), or the time I fucked my brother's girlfriend when he was out the house for ten minutes.
Actually, I have a suspicion that somewhere around 21, my shame circuits, sick of their strenuous working conditions, just packed it in and have been on strike ever since.
( , Fri 9 Dec 2011, 12:26, 5 replies)
I once let a mate stay on my sofa with the girl he pulled, I was nineteen and my parents were away. The girl, whose sister I had had my (still) only one night stand with, knocked on my door at three in the morning, poked her head in, said "can I come in?" and said "I could get used to this"
I for some reason got a kind of sticking up for the brotherhood thing of thinking "this girl is outof order for being so careless with my mates feelings", even though he didn't give a fuck and had just passed out downstairs, so just said "er, I need some sleep, sorry"
Regretted it within seconds
( , Fri 9 Dec 2011, 12:33, closed)
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