ShameSome people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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Poor RoverThere used to be this stray dog on our estate as kids that would follow us around being a right pain in the arse, the dirty fleabag, begging for food and just refusing to fuck off - no amount of sticks, stones or kicks in the bollocks could dissuade it.
Particularly galling was that if we did anything naughty and ran off to hide, the bastard would follow us wagging its deformed curly tail and just bloody stand there right by whatever we were trying to hide behind.
One day we decided to exact revenge. So we led the dog down to a local high rise block of flats, and kept it occupied by the lifts. Meanwhile my mate Marc went to find a friendly cat that didn't mind being picked up, and hid round the corner.
We led the dog into the lift, pressed the button for the top floor and stepped out. Just as the doors started to close, Marc appeared round the corner - and flung the cat in after the dog at the last possible moment.
The noise that came out of that lift as it went up to the top floor sounded like the screams of some kind of banshee from hell itself.
We never saw that poor dog again.
No matter what possible outcome to that lift journey I try to envisage I struggle to find one that enhances my sense of self esteem.
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(, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 18:20, Reply)
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