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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Caravan StrokesWhen I was in my teens my mother had this mad idea that caravaning was fun.
I hated it because (a) my father snored like a chainsaw and (b) it gave little opportunity to practice for Onan's-Olympics which I did daily at the time.
However one hot day everyone went out and I was left alone. I had started to have a Sherman in the foul-smelling tiny cubicle optimistically called a toilet but was driven out by the fumes. So I thought that as there was no-one about I'd get down to it on one of the comfortable beds.
I'm just getting to the vinegar strokes when I look up and see one of my parents' friends (and old biddy) is standing at the door and watching me through the window. Before I can re-arrange my clothing she's gone but I could never look her in the face directly afterwards.
I also learnt that the showers of the campsite gave more privacy after that and never, ever to go camping again!
(, Tue 29 Nov 2005, 4:48, Reply)
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