Posh ladies need to powder their noses too.
One balmy summer evening I was sauntering back from college to my abode. I'm guessing, through the hazy mists of recollection, that it must have been about 7pm on a friday, in Old Christchurch Road in Bournemouth.

Anyone au fait with the area will know exactly how busy this stretch of road is, especially at that time on a friday - it's all pubs, clubs, restaurants and other dens of alcoholic debasement.

Anyway, enough waffle. A young lady, dressed in her finest Ascot wear (polka dot dress, flouncy hat etc). Dropped to a squat 4 feet from a convienience store, hoiked up the skirt, deftly tugged aside the obligatory thong, wopped out the neatly tended ladygarden and jetted a big steaming piss onto the paving stones while otherwise happy pedestrians wandered around her faking obliviousness.

I personally couldn't help but stop and peer at the freely viewable dripping gusset monkey, before deciding that despite her being quite attractive, the act of taking a slash didn't do it for me.

Length? About 5 inches before the splash, and then a good 6 feet in a snaky line to the gutter.
(NoveltyCondomHead Clanks Wams., Sun 14 Oct 2007, 14:44, 1 reply)

Sounds like a keeper.
she does.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Sun 14 Oct 2007, 21:33, closed)