Profile for Beve The Spaniard:
Roses arered woo,
Violets areblue violet yay,
I only have Paint,
So my pictures arepoo toilet gay.
One day I will do something really good. But not today.
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Roses are
Violets are
I only have Paint,
So my pictures are
One day I will do something really good. But not today.
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» Not Losing Your Virginity
My first love
Lucy and I were inseparable. We used to go for long walks together and I'd spend hours stroking her back, which she loved. She was absolutely beautiful, slim figure, gorgeous eyes and long, golden hair. She was popular too - to know her was to love her. Whereas I was kind of shy and awkward, but that didn't bother Lucy, she latched onto me straightaway and we were best friends right from the moment we met.
I think the physical attraction was there right from the start too, but I was in my early teens and sexual stirrings were only just beginning to happen; I didn't really understand what I was feeling. She was more advanced than me, and from the very first time we play-wrestled, she enthusiastically tried to snog me. I resisted at first, but I soon let her put her tongue in my mouth. I was happier than I'd ever been, we were made for each other, and I thought we'd be together forever.
I was devastated when I found out she'd been having sex with Max - I actually caught them in the act. I couldn't understand what she saw in him, he was scruffy, dirty, stupid and ugly. I ran home crying and I didn't go round to see her for weeks. If I saw her on the street I just blanked her and walked by. I could tell she was upset, she had that pining look in her eyes. But I was still hurting and I didn't want anything to do with her.
Eventually I forgave her, I decided that it wasn't her fault, she required more than just friendship, she had needs. She was a bitch but I loved her, and from now on I would take care of all her sexual desires. Tragically, I realised this too late - when I went round to make it up with her I was told that she'd caught distemper and had to be put down.
Sometimes when I masturbate it almost seems like I can feel her licking my balls again.
(Fri 27th Oct 2006, 23:49, More)
My first love
Lucy and I were inseparable. We used to go for long walks together and I'd spend hours stroking her back, which she loved. She was absolutely beautiful, slim figure, gorgeous eyes and long, golden hair. She was popular too - to know her was to love her. Whereas I was kind of shy and awkward, but that didn't bother Lucy, she latched onto me straightaway and we were best friends right from the moment we met.
I think the physical attraction was there right from the start too, but I was in my early teens and sexual stirrings were only just beginning to happen; I didn't really understand what I was feeling. She was more advanced than me, and from the very first time we play-wrestled, she enthusiastically tried to snog me. I resisted at first, but I soon let her put her tongue in my mouth. I was happier than I'd ever been, we were made for each other, and I thought we'd be together forever.
I was devastated when I found out she'd been having sex with Max - I actually caught them in the act. I couldn't understand what she saw in him, he was scruffy, dirty, stupid and ugly. I ran home crying and I didn't go round to see her for weeks. If I saw her on the street I just blanked her and walked by. I could tell she was upset, she had that pining look in her eyes. But I was still hurting and I didn't want anything to do with her.
Eventually I forgave her, I decided that it wasn't her fault, she required more than just friendship, she had needs. She was a bitch but I loved her, and from now on I would take care of all her sexual desires. Tragically, I realised this too late - when I went round to make it up with her I was told that she'd caught distemper and had to be put down.
Sometimes when I masturbate it almost seems like I can feel her licking my balls again.
(Fri 27th Oct 2006, 23:49, More)
» Crappy relationships
Silent treatment
She didn't speak to me for three days because I was mean to her IN A DREAM.
(Tue 26th Oct 2010, 0:09, More)
Silent treatment
She didn't speak to me for three days because I was mean to her IN A DREAM.
(Tue 26th Oct 2010, 0:09, More)
» Jobsworths
Apologies for (lack of) length
If the last line of a post reads "Apologies for length" I count the number of words, and if there are less than a thousand I refuse to read it.
(Thu 12th May 2005, 17:21, More)
Apologies for (lack of) length
If the last line of a post reads "Apologies for length" I count the number of words, and if there are less than a thousand I refuse to read it.
(Thu 12th May 2005, 17:21, More)