The Soundtrack of your Life
Che Grimsdale writes: Now that Simon Cowell's stolen Everybody Hurts, tell us about songs that mean something to you - good, bad, funny or tragic, appropriate or totally inappropriate songs that were playing at key times.
( , Thu 28 Jan 2010, 13:30)
Che Grimsdale writes: Now that Simon Cowell's stolen Everybody Hurts, tell us about songs that mean something to you - good, bad, funny or tragic, appropriate or totally inappropriate songs that were playing at key times.
( , Thu 28 Jan 2010, 13:30)
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Apt – adjective: suited to the purpose or occasion; appropriate
I remember the first time Mrs Sandettie and I orgasmed at the same time. Seeing as I was only 17 and consequently sex for me was over very quickly (not helped by the fact that she was as tight as a mouse's ear), the only theory I have as to why I lasted long enough to manage that feat, was because the same bit of music was looping round and round my mind.
The tune was putting me off my stroke and I thought the best way to get it out of my head was to hum it to myself, quietly though so she didn't hear. Just as I start to hum it under my breath, she started panting and moaning, and I could feel the rhythmic spasms of her pelvic floor muscles as she reached climax. Her panting and moaning was enough to push me over the edge and I didn't so much crash the milk-float, more like I caused a huge pile-up in the dairy car-park, complete with explosions and a radio announcer crying "oh the humanity..".
After the last twitch emptied my knackers completely I realised that I had still been humming the tune. I also realised that I hadn't hummed it under my breath as I thought. I looked down at her and she looked up at me with a puzzled expression. Then she asked me,
"Sandettie, was you just humming the theme from The Equaliser?"
( , Fri 29 Jan 2010, 10:04, 2 replies)
I remember the first time Mrs Sandettie and I orgasmed at the same time. Seeing as I was only 17 and consequently sex for me was over very quickly (not helped by the fact that she was as tight as a mouse's ear), the only theory I have as to why I lasted long enough to manage that feat, was because the same bit of music was looping round and round my mind.
The tune was putting me off my stroke and I thought the best way to get it out of my head was to hum it to myself, quietly though so she didn't hear. Just as I start to hum it under my breath, she started panting and moaning, and I could feel the rhythmic spasms of her pelvic floor muscles as she reached climax. Her panting and moaning was enough to push me over the edge and I didn't so much crash the milk-float, more like I caused a huge pile-up in the dairy car-park, complete with explosions and a radio announcer crying "oh the humanity..".
After the last twitch emptied my knackers completely I realised that I had still been humming the tune. I also realised that I hadn't hummed it under my breath as I thought. I looked down at her and she looked up at me with a puzzled expression. Then she asked me,
"Sandettie, was you just humming the theme from The Equaliser?"
( , Fri 29 Jan 2010, 10:04, 2 replies)
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