Fond memories of the Isle of Wight...
and being rodgered senseless on the beach by some crazy girl that i'd only met half an hour previously. Having been drinking most of the day, I wasn't really up to much, and after about half an hour of frenzied shagging on her part and much banging of my head on the sea wall (at one point we were disturbed by two coppers, who shone their torch on us and carried on their way past), we both decided that going back to the pub and carrying on drinking was a better idea.

Unfortunately I decided I needed to get rid of quite a large amount of Guinness first, but managed to forget about the condom (yay, drunk but responsible) which reminded me of its presence after about 15 seconds of urinating.

Oh and Sex On The Beach should be a cocktail and nothing else. Sand is very intrusive.
(squirrelysquirrel, Mon 7 Mar 2005, 12:08, Reply)