ShameSome people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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aaahhhh, the memories....One night after a particularly hefty clubbing session up town, I found my self waking in someone’s front garden in the morning. To be honest, not that uncommon for me back in those days, but this time it was with a nasty sense of irony. Not only was I woken up by a very angry woman, not just for sleeping in her garden but also chucking up in her pond and leaving a large dent in her otherwise beautiful flower bed. But by bizarre fate I noticed her daughter staring at the window at me in bemusement. Purely coincidental, but it happened to be the front garden of some munter who I’d met in the club the night before, who relived me of some of my man relish in the toilets, and then I proceeded to scarper. It’s amazing how quick you can run with a chronic hangover.
(, Fri 25 Nov 2005, 10:44, Reply)
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