Just had a clear-out but still....
Three credit cards
Three bank cards
RAC membership
Library card
Receipt for Pashley bike repair
4 x stamps
1 x Euro stamp
60 Euros
Bloody Tesco nonsense card
Lucky silver thrupenny bit (1914)
1701 farthing
The obligatory condom
Business cards
Code number for storage unit
List of serial number ranges of BSA rifles
Mini-pic of g/f
Hmmmmm....apparently this identifies me as a hopelessly romantic, over-sexed, homicidal, European-friendly, bike-riding businessman with a penchant for history.
I'm serious about exercise. I have a wind-up watch.
Frankly, no. As others have said, as long as I've got my condom then I'm reasonably well protected from them (just as they're protected from me), so what does it matter what they were doing earlier?
On a different note, I'm in a swinging relationship with a married couple. We've been doing this for nearly ten years now and are very, very good friends. We progressed to unprotected sex about 5 years back after a long discussion and a joint foray to the clinic to get ourselves tested. They only swing unprotected with me and very very rarely swing with anyone else (and then only minor and protected), as do I. Thus, we trust one another....and that's the ONLY situation in which I'd go bareback outside a "normal" relationship.
I was at Notting Hill Carnival once and saw a woman in a wide floral skirt piss herself whilst just walking along the pavement. She simply let go as she was strolling along and it all splashed down her legs. Weird. presumably she thought it was sufficiently crowded that nobody would notice.
Red thong? Okay....*warblez*...."Lay-dee in reddd, ith danthing with meeeee, theek to thee-eeeek" (etc)
Chrith de Burgh....wanted for crimeth againtht muthik
I've found over the years that the cheap stuff is a waste of money. It's particularly true of bondage gear - quality shines through in heavier and better leather, well-made chromed steel links and good strong spreader bars. But you pay for it.
The crime is when you find shops selling cheap tat at high prices!
Pride - I took sinful pride in crusing my fancy car out of the carpark with a scantily-dressed blonde in the front seat
Envy - I wanted a riverboat cruiser I saw trolling down the Thames at lunchtime
Sloth - I lingered over breakfast this morning
Gluttony - think I've escaped this so far today....
Lust - I shagged aforementioned blonde in high style in the company's private storage unit. Gosh, how romantic....
Anger - I shouted at countless stupidly slow and incompetent drivers when on the way to the storage facility on the barely justifiable grounds that I had a raging hard-on that needed attention
Greed - Errrr....I already want to do it again....
I was out and around in Surrey last night. The usual scenario, about a million single blokes zooming from car park to car park in great gravel-churning spurts but no action. I sat and watched for an hour or two....no joy....then, to my delight, one of the steady stream of cars turning into the secluded car park was a ROLLS ROYCE. Not an old one, either, but a nice shiny zippy new model. I was talking to a biking dogger who said he'd seen the Roller earlier on elsewhere, so it wasn't a case of "I was just turning round, officer".
Mr Roller did a quick circuit and then buggered off, just one of a line of other dogger cars. You have to hand it to the guy, he has some bottle. After all, a Rolls is a big old tub of a car and the risk of running it up against an entrance post or another dogger's old transit in the dark must be fairly high.
There. Maybe I'm just jealous? ... :-)
Browsing the old vinyl collection the other day, I was struck by the parallels I found to this way of life. For example:
Joyce is a bloke, right?
New adventures can be so exciting
People can come together in glorious harmony
Experimentation is positively encouraged
Us blokes aren't interested in JUST one thing
Variety is the spice of life
BTW, does anyone have a spare copy of Country Church? Mine's getting a bit scratched....
Nasssty. You have my sympathies - the nerves in the tooth take a few days to adjust to their new covering and will be sensitive. You've probably already discovered that it's wise to avoid very hot or cold substances in your mouth. Dr Yehaf's practical prescription - try omelettes...they're soft, tasty, nutritious, can be enjoyed at medium temperatures and have the added benefit that they can't be made without breaking eggs, at least three of which you'll hopefully spill all down your front and then show us the result in one of those glorious photo montages.
God, these tales are funny! Thanks! And keep 'em coming. Wish I had one to contribute myself!
So THAT'S why my insurance premiums are so high!
seriously, thanks for the thoughts.
Here's a question....has anyone tried wearing a blindfold whilst parked up and playing in a dogging area? If you did.....how did you feel about it...did it work for you or was it a total turn-off?
Here's the background - my girlfriend absolutely LOVES doing it outdoors. She gets high as a kite when we do it in "dangerous" places like carparks, stairwells, park shelters. It's the thrill of knowing someone might come round the corner at any moment. But, we haven't progressed to that point where someone actually DOES come round the corner though we've talked about it a lot and, subbie exhibitionist that she is, she thinks she might like it.
g/f is no shrinking violet, we've done threesomes and foursomes and she's put on shows for a good friend, but all that's been in the safety of the house.
So there's that barrier. Fantasising about it all is one thing, actually going out and deliberately showing off is something else and she's concerned that she may freak out when she sees the faces at the glass. I'm concerned too and don't want her upset. Hence we've had an idea......she enjoys being blindfolded when we play in private and one of her favourite scenarios is for her face or eyes to be covered as she plays with herself whilst I give her a running commentary about the audience that are watching every move. We feel this idea might work in the great outdoors....but would like to hear if anyone else has tried it and how practical it might be.
Cheers.....M
Yep....as the others said, plus watch yourself when trying to drink anything - the numbness in the side of your face often means you can't tell that the coffee is running out of the corner of your mouth until it's halfway down your neck! Dr Yehaf's practical prescription - dress in your rudest underwear and drink with a straw....it'll make you feel young AND sexy.
Hi....if any ladies or couples are out in Surrey or Berkshire on Monday evening and would like to be watched (or whatever) by a discreet, non-pushy and decent-looking str8 guy, then please PM me. I'll be around from about 10 onwards... :-)
Hi....I'd say welcome but I'm new here myself. Ah, what the hell, welcome anyway!
Well, I have my own hosepipe but I guess it's the big helmet and such that interest you more. Looks like I chose the wrong career (again). Boo-hoo...
Yep, definitely. I like vanilla but nothing can get the heart pounding as hard as some rude, dangerous, kinky, off-the-wall, borderline painful and illegal smut-u-like activity.... :-)
I can't decide whether such behaviour is ignorance or malice. After all, even the most cerebrally challenged ought to be able to work out that being attentive to both people in a couple is going to bring the best rewards.
Okay, there will be occasions when one party might actually get off on being ignored, but even that should be by prior negotiation. For example, I'm in a long-term threesome relationship with a couple who I've known for ten years or more. I think it's worked so long because we're all very mindful of one another's needs and sensitivities....still, from time to time, a game my partners like to play is for she and me to pretend he isn't there....BUT....it only works (IMHO) because we all know that it's that behaviour that he wants.
It's important to know and understand one another to a certain level before any trust develops and how can that happen if one part of the equation is deliberately ignored and sidelined?
Happy Birthday to you-hoooo!
Texas Chainsaw Pants (euwww)
My Beautiful Pants
Fried Green Pants at the Whistlestop Cafe
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Pants
Night of the Living Pants.....
Hilarious! Hmmm, the worst I had was a few years back when cruising for a quiet spot in the sticks (girlfriend and I fancied a bit of uninterrupted backseat fun). We turned into a field entrance, did the business and then, stupidly, I went further into the field to turn around and got stuck in some heavy clay, over-revved it trying to get out and buried the car up to the axle. I couldn't shift the car, no matter how I tried so ended up calling the AA (this is about midnight in the middle of the countryside). Well, the patrol arrived and, when he'd stopped laughing, tried to pull us out. No go, couldn't shift it without taking his wagon into the field and he wasn't going to risk that. Fortunately he was local and knew a farmer along the way who came out with his tractor for a tip of £20. We finally escaped about 2am. covered in mud, car filthy and by then completely comfortable with the idea that everyone concerned knew just what we'd been up to.
Good grief, how can anyone possibly choose? Dunno....there's something about Naughtynympho's expression...... :-) ......just gets you....there.....(well, it does me)
Ha ha....yes! I prefer to be called a cockerel than a chicken....