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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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She was the older sister of a friend of a friend. Jet black hair and bright blue eyes that only a Celt girl could have. She walked into the kitchen smiled and said “Hello”. BANG! I felt like I’d been smacked in the head with a brick. My whole body was tingling, I though I was going to pass out she was so beautiful.
I’ve never felt anything like it before or since.
I reckon most of these stories are so keenly felt because they hark back to a time when a single look from a girl could give you the biggest hit of your life. Before experience makes one blase, bitter or both.
( , Tue 13 Dec 2011, 11:19, 6 replies)
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I thought her the queen of the land!
And her hair fell over her shoo-oo-oulder!
Tied up with a black velvet band!
( , Tue 13 Dec 2011, 11:26, closed)
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a narration from a filme noir. Or was that the point?
Did she have nice tits?
( , Tue 13 Dec 2011, 11:27, closed)
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Not at all, just a memory.
I can’t remember her norks…I know…gay.
( , Tue 13 Dec 2011, 11:33, closed)
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For a split second there I thought you said that you couldn't remember her breasts.
( , Tue 13 Dec 2011, 11:39, closed)
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Or...
Did she have nic tits?
Eh?
I know, film noir...
( , Wed 14 Dec 2011, 11:52, closed)
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that your friend's friend's sister was stunning?
This story is so cool, I feel like you must be my sibling.
( , Tue 13 Dec 2011, 17:28, closed)
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