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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Drink-related shameIn my old job, I used to stop off at the paper shop after lunch for an evening paper and a dose of chocolate.
One particular day, after a lengthy session in The Crown, I went through with my routine and eventually ended up back at work via the zig-zig walk, where I remember a long, uncomfortable conversation with Mary the Receptionist.
It was only when I got back to my desk that I realised that I hadn't bought the Reading Evening Post as usual, but had instead purchased a copy of a glossy publication called "BOUNCE! Busty Black Birds in Bondage", and fourteen Twix bars.
It was my boss who kindly pointed this fact out to me.
I think Mary was upset because I didn't offer her a bite.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Wed 30 Nov 2005, 12:01,
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