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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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stain shame
One of my housemates at university was a tip top windsurfer, not quite good enough to get into magazines but he regularly 'surfed with those who were.

aaaaanyway, one day in the depths of winter there was a gale blowing so him, my gf and I all get into his car and drive down to Watergate Bay in Newquay.

I took a bodyboard and wetsuit with me and the plan was that I would paddle out with our water proof camera and he would try and do some jumps near me. Sounds simple but in all the times we tried it the best we managed was an 'arty' tiny silhouette of him in the air about 1/2 mile away.

When we arrived it was quite clear that the only thing I could achieve by trying to paddle out was drowning, so he rigged up and sailed out whist me and the gf went for a walk along the beach.

Now, there is only so much walking along the beach you can do in the middle of a winter gale and after 20 min the gf was complaining that she was getting cold (inevitable).

So to get out of the wind we went and sat under a slight overhang in the cliffs – I know, not the safest thing to do but against the continual whinging even a minor rock fall would have been welcome to dull the pain.

With no sight to the cold complaints, and being the gentleman that I am, I decided to help her warm up. One thing led to another and as the beach was deserted (winter, gale etc) we were soon err christening the beach.

Due to the fact that A – it was cold, and B – we were on a public beach, we had left all our clothes on and she had just shoved down her jeans and pulled up her coat to provide access.

Except it wasn’t her coat, but my flatmate’s, the windsurfer.

And whilst it wasn’t the first time I had been awarded my red wings, it was my first, and only, red-wings beach posting.

So Ben, if you are reading this, i am honestly very sorry* for the dark red/brown stain that you carried around on the bottom of your coat for the next two years at uni.

* Truly, it took me several years to get over the shame of this. Still, I have a certain amount of pride looking back at it now.
(, Mon 28 Nov 2005, 23:33, Reply)

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