Shame
Some 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?
( , Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
Some 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?
( , Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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Earlier this year a good lady friend of mine had completed her 3 year stint in old blighty, and was moving back to sunny Oz.
So being good friends we proceeded to show here a good time at a local restaurant, drinking copious amounts of wine.
It was snowy/wet outside and walking home we decided to have a piggy back race. My friend jumped on my sturdy shoulders and was riding me home like Seabass.
Problem was that I was wearing very slippery leather soled shoes. So inevitabley we come crashing down in front of another very busy rest. So I laid there laughing, then as I was picking myself up I noticed that my friend - seemed to be in a considerable amount of pain.
Turns out I broke her ankle, and dislocated several toes. The next day she did 2 major things. Sat in a hospital for her last day in London, and secondly caught a 30 hour flight back to Sydney with an ever expanding and painful foot.
Till this day I still feel the shame.
( , Mon 28 Nov 2005, 14:57, Reply)
Earlier this year a good lady friend of mine had completed her 3 year stint in old blighty, and was moving back to sunny Oz.
So being good friends we proceeded to show here a good time at a local restaurant, drinking copious amounts of wine.
It was snowy/wet outside and walking home we decided to have a piggy back race. My friend jumped on my sturdy shoulders and was riding me home like Seabass.
Problem was that I was wearing very slippery leather soled shoes. So inevitabley we come crashing down in front of another very busy rest. So I laid there laughing, then as I was picking myself up I noticed that my friend - seemed to be in a considerable amount of pain.
Turns out I broke her ankle, and dislocated several toes. The next day she did 2 major things. Sat in a hospital for her last day in London, and secondly caught a 30 hour flight back to Sydney with an ever expanding and painful foot.
Till this day I still feel the shame.
( , Mon 28 Nov 2005, 14:57, Reply)
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