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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bumpy busI'd been for a night out in Manchester. Awoke on a friend's sofa with a truly horrible hangover and knowing that I had to get back home. But there were no trains.
Had to get a rail-replacement bus instead, so managed to get a pint of milk and a small amount of fries down my gullet. I thought it would stop the stomach churning. It didn't.
I managed to keep it down for a full hour, m'lud, but on the last 30 seconds of the journey, as we pulled into train station carpark, we hit a bump and it came up. My hands were covering my mouth, and only a bit came out. And then it happened again and the sick ended up on my face, hands, clothes and the seat in front of me. I got up and tried to run off the bus. I was sick again. Got off the bus and to the corner of road. I then threw up again, to the visible horror of woman-with-baby and so I decided to run for the Underground, vomitting all the way. It was like I was being chased by it. It was 9am and I smelt and looked like an alcoholic.
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