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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Zoran made me think...
I too, at the age of 16 was in love with a girl I knew. She was the same age and I couldn't care for her more. I hated to be away from her, I couldn't be near her without holding her hand, and spending a week in Croatia away from her almost killed me.
Things that still don't make sense to me lead to her splitting up with me, only to continue a pseudo-relationship with her. As I was utterly devoted to her, I stayed loyal to her even as this relationship broke down and she began to see and have sex with other people.
Like the 28 year old prisoner who worked weekends at her garden centre.
Or her 45 year old married diving instructor.
I realised only a year ago how she manipulated everyone around her to think she was the sweetest girl in the world, where she actually led a secret life in which she blackmailed her married lovers and slept with men aplenty.
I'm ashamed of ever having loved such an evil being. And also ashamed that I can never love anyone so much again.
( , Thu 1 Dec 2005, 20:46, Reply)
I too, at the age of 16 was in love with a girl I knew. She was the same age and I couldn't care for her more. I hated to be away from her, I couldn't be near her without holding her hand, and spending a week in Croatia away from her almost killed me.
Things that still don't make sense to me lead to her splitting up with me, only to continue a pseudo-relationship with her. As I was utterly devoted to her, I stayed loyal to her even as this relationship broke down and she began to see and have sex with other people.
Like the 28 year old prisoner who worked weekends at her garden centre.
Or her 45 year old married diving instructor.
I realised only a year ago how she manipulated everyone around her to think she was the sweetest girl in the world, where she actually led a secret life in which she blackmailed her married lovers and slept with men aplenty.
I'm ashamed of ever having loved such an evil being. And also ashamed that I can never love anyone so much again.
( , Thu 1 Dec 2005, 20:46, Reply)
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