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I'm 29, and live in North Lincolnshire.
I'm 5'9 and a bit, Tanned been married for 6 years.
Like- Almost all music, Sex,my wife, vigorous exercise, lovely scenery, money, material goods
Dislike- Everything else.
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» What nonsense did you believe in as a kid?
I wasn't fooled but he was.
Let me take you back into the mists of time.
I was 13. There was this child in my class called Ben.
He must have been at least 3 stone lighter than the rest of the class and 18 inches shorter.
We were all nice to him, but he was a permanent cunt to all and sundry. He was cruel, abusive,
loved playing mind games and grassing. Several times when the teacher left the room, he would suddenly stand up, shout,
scream and make himself cry, and tell some bullshit story that would get whole groups in detention. He was a repulsive, puberty allergic, palefaced poisoned dwarf and wore thick rimmed glasses, but all the staff used to believe his lies from sympathy.
On the last day of school, we all got him back good and hard, but that is another story.
On penultimate day, during a science lesson, Ben excused himself to go to the loo. He sat at the opposite end of the science room to me.
The lesson involved burning some sugar cubes as a practical.
I had an Idea, and also went off to the bog. There, with 2 sugar cubes smuggled out the classroom, I quietly washed my hands until the cubes were the consistency of spunk, and cleansed the solution all over my palms. As Ben came out the lav, I beckoned him over and whispered in his right ear.
"Guess what mate? I have just had the most brilliant wank and I cummed loads of jizz all over my hands. So Ben, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME OF MY LOVE-JUICE?!" (I shouted the last part in a high pitched voice)
And with that I grabbed the Scrawny little fucker by the neck and rubbed my sticky wet hands all over his face and hair, and quickly shoved my middle finger right in his gob to the back of his throat. After the 10 second assault was over, Ben screamed like a banshee and sprinted panicking down the corridor whist crying and spitting the "semen" all over the floor. He later informed the headmistress who didn't even bother giving me a detention or calling mum as I was off to another school in 2 days time anyway. AFAIK Ben was never told what the substance was so I hope to this day he still thinks it was my bloke-custard.
(Tue 24th Jan 2012, 17:38, More)
I wasn't fooled but he was.
Let me take you back into the mists of time.
I was 13. There was this child in my class called Ben.
He must have been at least 3 stone lighter than the rest of the class and 18 inches shorter.
We were all nice to him, but he was a permanent cunt to all and sundry. He was cruel, abusive,
loved playing mind games and grassing. Several times when the teacher left the room, he would suddenly stand up, shout,
scream and make himself cry, and tell some bullshit story that would get whole groups in detention. He was a repulsive, puberty allergic, palefaced poisoned dwarf and wore thick rimmed glasses, but all the staff used to believe his lies from sympathy.
On the last day of school, we all got him back good and hard, but that is another story.
On penultimate day, during a science lesson, Ben excused himself to go to the loo. He sat at the opposite end of the science room to me.
The lesson involved burning some sugar cubes as a practical.
I had an Idea, and also went off to the bog. There, with 2 sugar cubes smuggled out the classroom, I quietly washed my hands until the cubes were the consistency of spunk, and cleansed the solution all over my palms. As Ben came out the lav, I beckoned him over and whispered in his right ear.
"Guess what mate? I have just had the most brilliant wank and I cummed loads of jizz all over my hands. So Ben, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME OF MY LOVE-JUICE?!" (I shouted the last part in a high pitched voice)
And with that I grabbed the Scrawny little fucker by the neck and rubbed my sticky wet hands all over his face and hair, and quickly shoved my middle finger right in his gob to the back of his throat. After the 10 second assault was over, Ben screamed like a banshee and sprinted panicking down the corridor whist crying and spitting the "semen" all over the floor. He later informed the headmistress who didn't even bother giving me a detention or calling mum as I was off to another school in 2 days time anyway. AFAIK Ben was never told what the substance was so I hope to this day he still thinks it was my bloke-custard.
(Tue 24th Jan 2012, 17:38, More)