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Manhattan loft...
..was where I stayed with friends using their spare room. Like all the other rooms in the place, mine had no blinds/curtains at the huge plate glass windows. I guessed this was because the occupants of neighbouring buildings were too NY busy/too NY blase to look in. I was back in my room drying off after an afternoon shower - full monty for several minutes; all my bits on display as I got round to dressing. Just as I zipped up, I glanced out to see about sixteen windows on three floors of the building opposite full of gawping men who immediately roared and applauded my reverse strip....!!

Unused to such acclaim I gave them a small bow at which their muffled cheers came again shaking the glass in my window... ooer.
I wasn't tempted to show off again, but there were more than a few of them who waved at me whenever I went into my room. Turns out they were a gay cable-tv channel...

modest to a tee but no apologies for length....
(Sun 14th Oct 2007, 17:09, More)

» Mad Stuff You've Done To Get Someone To Sleep With You

Accidental Trade
I was young free and single, living in London, scraping a small wage but enjoying occasional nights out on the (then) glittering London Gay Scene in the mid-90s.
One evening, in a favoured West-End venue, the proceedings were unusually finessed.

I arrived moments before the witching hour when they started charging the entrance fees, bought one drink, walked to the dance floor to have a look at the gyrations. After two minutes, I leaned forward to get a better view - and my lips happened to brush the beautiful torso of a passing muscle mary. Mistaking this for a rather forward come-on, he smiled, I smiled, he chatted, I chatted and two minutes later we left for my flat.

Cost of getting into club - nil; Cost of lubricating drink - £3; The guileless absence of the extortion and games in this week's other posts - priceless!

At least up to this point....

The evening got better as I climbed into his glamorous Merc parked conveniently nearby, and he drove me home - top down, music full-on. None of the usual waiting for the nightbus, or trying to get a cab. We made a pretty glamorous pair as we parked in a well-lit side street near my Hackney flat and ascended for a memorable night of athletic rumpy-pumpy. You could have bounced pennies off every inch of naked flesh! I had been until recently, and was again - in Heaven.

We woke up next morning both of us pleasantly tired but glowing. Blissful! Washed and refreshed we ambled down, planning to get a leisurely breakfast - until the moment he let out a very high pitched squeal ( ..proper mary he turned out to be!)

His car had gone.

We spent the next tortuous hour discovering that a. Hackney council had introduced parking restrictions for the very first time in that area - at 2pm the previous day, b. he'd been towed, and c. it was going to cost £110 to get his car back!!

I remember an awkward conversation in which I feebly excused myself for not knowing about the new fines, a short walk to my nearest cash point and the very distinct flip-flop in my stomach as I handed over the £55 I couldn't afford... you could get proper trade for half that!!

Means we both paid dearly for that night of passion - so easy, so straightfoward, so memorable - and oh, so costly!!

Length, girth and everything else - unspeakably large and firm for a first post!
(Tue 17th Apr 2007, 15:59, More)