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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My most embarrasing moment involving a wet toilet paper 'tail'
I once went to the loo at the office (only a pee thank god), and wandered back along the corridoor with a long strip of toilet paper hanging out of the back of my trousers like a tail. Yes, the very same toilet paper that had used to wipe myself - visibly damp and yellow in parts.
As I stopped to key in my code at the security door, there was a quiet "ahem, miss" from behind me. As I turned around a very red faced bloke was speechlessly pointing to my arse.
Realising to my horror what the problem was, I lightheartedly scooped up the offending wet toilet paper, scrunched it up into a ball and put it into my pocket, breezily saying "oh thanks", as if this happened to me every day.
I never saw him again. I think I actually blocked his face from my memory permanently to avoid later embarrassment.
The only saving grace was that I hadn't just taken a big dump.
( , Mon 28 Nov 2005, 21:50, Reply)
I once went to the loo at the office (only a pee thank god), and wandered back along the corridoor with a long strip of toilet paper hanging out of the back of my trousers like a tail. Yes, the very same toilet paper that had used to wipe myself - visibly damp and yellow in parts.
As I stopped to key in my code at the security door, there was a quiet "ahem, miss" from behind me. As I turned around a very red faced bloke was speechlessly pointing to my arse.
Realising to my horror what the problem was, I lightheartedly scooped up the offending wet toilet paper, scrunched it up into a ball and put it into my pocket, breezily saying "oh thanks", as if this happened to me every day.
I never saw him again. I think I actually blocked his face from my memory permanently to avoid later embarrassment.
The only saving grace was that I hadn't just taken a big dump.
( , Mon 28 Nov 2005, 21:50, Reply)
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