Club toilets
I've got a club toilet story too.

In a crummy little indie club I met a lovely young lady who was very pretty. We met there a few times. There was kissing of faces and much fun had by all. Well, both.

One night it went a bit further and she took my hand and dragged me off the dance floor and up the stairs to the toilets. Obviously, the bloke's was out because the cubicles didn't shut and there was wee all over the floor. So we were heading to the ladies.

"Wahay!" I think, having never been dragged to club toilets before. I was drunk enough to ignore the smell and the possible complaints from other patrons etc etc.

We queued for about five minutes before deciding it probably wouldn't be worth it. I went home and had a cup of tea instead. It was lovely and didn't involve standing in someone else's wee. It was then I realised I'm old and I like it.

The next week she told me about her boyfriend and we never saw each other again.
(Fat Bear is adjusting your breasts on, Fri 15 Jun 2007, 12:52, Reply)