My Wanking Disasters
Ever been caught by your mum? Or tried to fuck a pillow and got the spongey bits stuck to your bell-end creating a strange new flower? What about the time you man-milked the keyboard causing your PC to short-circuit and knocking out the mains for the whole street? Maybe you're a lady and you were using your mobile phone as a vibrator and accidentally dialed your mother? Tell us your stories and we'll tell the world.
( , Tue 1 Jun 2004, 17:23)
Ever been caught by your mum? Or tried to fuck a pillow and got the spongey bits stuck to your bell-end creating a strange new flower? What about the time you man-milked the keyboard causing your PC to short-circuit and knocking out the mains for the whole street? Maybe you're a lady and you were using your mobile phone as a vibrator and accidentally dialed your mother? Tell us your stories and we'll tell the world.
( , Tue 1 Jun 2004, 17:23)
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I wasn't him aiming....
Adhering to traditional confession-by-proxy rules, The characters in this story are in no way linked to myself or my girlfriend... no, really... they're not.
A Beery friday night turned into serious Shag Sesh at her parent's home.
This is the norm... however.. we though the parents where out.
To cut an ineviatalby short story even shorter, Her totally straight-laced mum withnessed the final seconds of the vinegar strokes, culminating in assorted pearl jewelry being aimed by, and deposited all over, her daughter... who was completely un-aware of this, as her back was turned. She doesn't know to this very day.. but her mum still refuses to talk to me, and her dad no longer makes eye contact with me.
Edit 5 seconds later... having read it through I'm blatantly crap at maintaining the "it's not me" stance while writing. soddit.
( , Fri 4 Jun 2004, 12:02, Reply)
Adhering to traditional confession-by-proxy rules, The characters in this story are in no way linked to myself or my girlfriend... no, really... they're not.
A Beery friday night turned into serious Shag Sesh at her parent's home.
This is the norm... however.. we though the parents where out.
To cut an ineviatalby short story even shorter, Her totally straight-laced mum withnessed the final seconds of the vinegar strokes, culminating in assorted pearl jewelry being aimed by, and deposited all over, her daughter... who was completely un-aware of this, as her back was turned. She doesn't know to this very day.. but her mum still refuses to talk to me, and her dad no longer makes eye contact with me.
Edit 5 seconds later... having read it through I'm blatantly crap at maintaining the "it's not me" stance while writing. soddit.
( , Fri 4 Jun 2004, 12:02, Reply)
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