Toilets
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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On a train from Budapest through the Vienna,
my fiancee and I were celebrating our recent engagement by using the lovely Hungarian on-train toilet facilities together, and were mid-romp when a loud knock was heard at the door. This was followed by 'Tickets Please' in Hungarian. To which we replied 'whine!'.
Did we stop and get out? No, we did the only natural thing and carried on for a good five minutes until we were happy, then got cleaned up. About 8 minutes after the guy had knocked on the door, I opened it, looking quite hot and flustered (mid summer train toilet with no windows).
Who was standing there? The ticket inspector. The bloke had stood there, waiting for us to finish, just to stamp our tickets. What worried me was the fact that he had a huge grin on his face. What worried me even more was the fact that he had already checked our tickets, and there hadn't been a stop since then.
Pervert.
( , Mon 5 Sep 2005, 13:24, Reply)
my fiancee and I were celebrating our recent engagement by using the lovely Hungarian on-train toilet facilities together, and were mid-romp when a loud knock was heard at the door. This was followed by 'Tickets Please' in Hungarian. To which we replied 'whine!'.
Did we stop and get out? No, we did the only natural thing and carried on for a good five minutes until we were happy, then got cleaned up. About 8 minutes after the guy had knocked on the door, I opened it, looking quite hot and flustered (mid summer train toilet with no windows).
Who was standing there? The ticket inspector. The bloke had stood there, waiting for us to finish, just to stamp our tickets. What worried me was the fact that he had a huge grin on his face. What worried me even more was the fact that he had already checked our tickets, and there hadn't been a stop since then.
Pervert.
( , Mon 5 Sep 2005, 13:24, Reply)
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