
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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Back in the tender days of college, I went on my lunchbreak with a boy I liked, in the hope that he might go out with me... or at least put his hand up my jumper.
Out we were, chatting and haveing a laugh, when I paused to ask for a quick snog... All of a sudden, my A Level history teacher comes storming over, demanding to know why I haven't handed in any assignments over the past month (the answer was because she was a fannybatterbrain but that should have gone in QOTW a few weeks ago really...)
Cue me wanting to die of shame, and blokey making his excuses and scuttling off. Fucksocks.
And then I got chilli on my cock and it really stung :-(
( , Tue 29 Nov 2005, 13:34, Reply)
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