Stag weekend
A friend of mine was gettin married. Being a bit of a male whore, he wanted to celebrate the last night of freedom by getting laid. He wasn't bothered about quality or anything, just to get something.

Now, off into Liverpool we go. By 1:30am, the 16 that started the mission are down to 4. Me, the best man, some bloke called Phill and the groom. We hit this pub, and in to not well lit downstairs, the 3 others start chatting up anything that could be described as female.

Best man pulls, and buggers off. Phill pulls, buggers off. All of a sudden, Groom is pulling me over to these 2 girls. Both what I'd call 5 pinters. His eyes are on the rotund blonde, leaving me with the "friend". Groom and woman go off dancing, me and other girl have a drink.

3am, me and Kate say goodbye, nice talking to you. Groom and Sarah are nowhere to be seen. Go back to hotel room alone, drink the mini bar and pass out.

8am, wake up with Groom pacing in the room, shaking. Apparently, Sarah is slightly more kinky than was needed. Groom now has scratch marks down his back, 2 fag burns on his chest, teeth marks all over and more worryingly, a complete inability to sit down.

Yes, the kink had moved to her on him action, and had ripped him not a new one, but certainly enlarged the original.

Wedding day; 3 days later. Groom explained the stuff on his body as injures from paintballing. I still to this day don't know how he explained his newly enlarged schincter though...
(gjb006, Mon 18 Jun 2007, 9:41, Reply)