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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shame on all of us....
Our friend had invited a few of us up to his Manchester flat, in a post-uni reunion drinking etc plan. We had all been picked up along the way from various places by our friend from Basingstoke (Hi sam!) and looked forward to a few sherbets and a bit of a smoke etc.
Anyway, we had been told that my friends dad was staying with him, but must have forgotten along the way as once we arrived we just dumped the bags on the lounge floor and started to unpack rizlas etc, ready for a celebration spliff.
"Er, guys, this is my dad" came the embarrased but forceful hint at us to pack the stuff away! Turned out our mates dad didn't know he smoked and that our friend had arranged for his dad to be out for the evening to make room for us and our intended 'antics'.
His dad left very quickly, John looked very shamed. We skinned up quickly to cheer ourselves up. The end.
( , Tue 29 Nov 2005, 13:49, Reply)
Our friend had invited a few of us up to his Manchester flat, in a post-uni reunion drinking etc plan. We had all been picked up along the way from various places by our friend from Basingstoke (Hi sam!) and looked forward to a few sherbets and a bit of a smoke etc.
Anyway, we had been told that my friends dad was staying with him, but must have forgotten along the way as once we arrived we just dumped the bags on the lounge floor and started to unpack rizlas etc, ready for a celebration spliff.
"Er, guys, this is my dad" came the embarrased but forceful hint at us to pack the stuff away! Turned out our mates dad didn't know he smoked and that our friend had arranged for his dad to be out for the evening to make room for us and our intended 'antics'.
His dad left very quickly, John looked very shamed. We skinned up quickly to cheer ourselves up. The end.
( , Tue 29 Nov 2005, 13:49, Reply)
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