Laughter
Met a decent looking chappie called J** who was a cracking dancer. Good dancers are usually good shags in my experience.

And indeed he was a fairly good, until he came.

When he came, he laughed.

He laughed long, loud and heartily, a bit like Brian Blessed, on helium.

He didn't acknowledge the laughter in any way, so I thought that he thought it was perfectly normal behaviour.

After a while, I started laughing along with him, I just couldn't help myself, it was infectious laughter.

He thought I was laughing at his technique and ended it with me.

Ho hum!

Worse sex ever? No.
Obscurest? Yes, I should think so.
(Jugular, Fri 15 Jun 2007, 11:47, closed)