Years ago I was dating this lass and went round her parents one Saturday to help with studying. Parents left after a bit to do the weekend shopping. Which as soon as we heard the door we were quite happily ripping each others clothes off and getting it on like rabbits. Unfortunately her parents were not at the shops for long enough (thankyou meadowhell) and so a bit later had to quickly act casual and also try to quickly put some clothes back on as they came through the front door.
Sat on the settee looking like two little 's her mum was chatting for ages about normal stuff. Meanwhile I noticed the ladies in question's bra was winking at the whole room sat next to me so quickly put it in my pocket.
Was invited for tea and had a lovely meal with mummy, daddy and kid brother. Thanked then for the food and got up to leave. I'd forgotten by this point what was in my jeans pocket and reached into it to get a softmint. A double barrelled catapult flow out of my pocket and landed on the kitchen table. Well it's wasn't crumble for tea but chose enough for TP.
along with the looks from mummy and daddy there was also a little voice saying why do you have one off those things or something along those lines?
Hurrah! Great news Madame O When's the next hot date then?!
Hash, we're still waiting for the shed story!!! *drums fingers*
I was thinking today that my red-wine fuelled post probably gives the impression i'm some kind of man hater, or that all the men i've ever been involved with are crap, which isn't the case at all. There was a nice man last year, well, I was hoping something would happen with this nice man, but it didn't go anywhere, sadly. The one before him was so crap though, that he springs to mind more often, hahaha. On balance there are more nice men than bad, by a long shot, I'm just waiting to meet one these days that isn't already married etc!! The the dirty rabbit sex can commence
I had a good mate who was a bit of a nutter - we played in the same rugby team and on a tour in Ireland we shared the same room - the unwritten rule was if either of us 'got lucky' with the opposite sex the other would bunk up with some of the other lads in a different room. Well, I managed to pull one of the barmaids at the local boozer, and she was a really stunning Irish girl called Katie. We ended up back in my room erm... discussing philosophy and proposed changes in the LBW rule...
Next morning at 7.00AM Connor (My mate) who never got up before 11 AM as a rule burst into the room (Hoping to catch us at it - no doubt)
'Where's the lucky lady then?" he leered
"She's in the shower mate" I replied... 'Get out you tosser and go and get your breakfast... I'll be down in a minute"
He looked around the floor and picked up her discarded tights and then a pair of black briefs... he then started sniffing them and chewing them...
"Phwooor.... woman... I love the smell and taste of a hot women... did you shag her then you jammy git?"
"What do you think" I said... "And can you take my underpants from out your mouth... I want to get up"
ditto Frodo at the wandering off BTW, not the underwear - none of mine is embarrassing
I cant believe my lunch hour is over - what a hilarious read back, Corrie and TP
LB - I do get confused sometimes when we are both on the same thread - never sure which LB is being referred back to!
Madam O - - will also add that I overthink and analyse the 'text' situation. e.g.Its funny how some blokes stick 'xxx' on everything in sight and others dont. Frank Skinner has a really funny monologue on the very subject - so its not just women!
Just read a book called 'what the hell's he thinking?' - free with Cosmo last month. It did actually give me some insight about the what he says/what she thinks scenarios. Trouble was it made me overthink even more.
Its funny how some blokes stick 'xxx' on everything in sight and others dont. Frank Skinner has a really funny monologue on the very subject - so its not just women!
Another underwear story - not hugely exciting but made me smile for most of the morning. The other week at tri club swim, my rolled-up towel had got jammed in the tiny locker so I tugged at it and out it came, sending my (clean) lacy black knickers which were tucked inside flying across the changing area. A nearby hunk in trunks caught them and threw them straight back to me. I said "Thanks, they are clean by the way."
Corrie, just for a tiny iclke mini moment it did cross my mind that you might have been wearing women's knickers but not you ..... others manybe but not you ...
Ah, the x on the text dilemma. My rule is x for friends, xx for a very selected few and if it's an xxx .... we're back to the DRS again
It's a habit of mine to add an x to the the last letter of my first name if I'm signing cards or suchlike ... it kind of flows on from it and comes naturally when I'm signing. Sometimes I just sign my first name to work stuff if I know the recipient .... not the first time I've had a bit of an odd response and when I've checked my copy I'll find I've got that extra letter on there
Corrie, just for a tiny iclke mini moment it did cross my mind that you might have been wearing women's knickers but not you ..... others manybe but not you ...
lol, so did I - I even reread the story to check the description!
Dirty Rabbit Sex apparently .... not that I'd know anything about that sort of thing within living memory .... ... Lee seems to remember what it's all about.
Is this rabbit sex with or without a battery? Just asking because everytime someone on here says rabbit I think of something a mate owes and likes to embarrass her friends about by talking. I'm a good boy and have no idea what she talking about?
Well I was thinking that it was with another human being and the rabbit in question being the furry sort who allegedly loves to sh*g.
The battery operated sort has its place in the world (usually in the bedside cupboard) but it won't get up and make a cup of tea in the morning ... doesn't steal the duvet or fart though .... can I have both please?
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You hit the jackpot.
I'll start typing.
I'm off - I've a hot date with a Mexican (Unfortunately, just a chilli not a sultry brunette)
I really did laugh out loud at that!
MWAH!!! Glad you're laughing again...
Now is it safe for me to go to bed??!
Years ago I was dating this lass and went round her parents one Saturday to help with studying. Parents left after a bit to do the weekend shopping. Which as soon as we heard the door we were quite happily ripping each others clothes off and getting it on like rabbits. Unfortunately her parents were not at the shops for long enough (thankyou meadowhell) and so a bit later had to quickly act casual and also try to quickly put some clothes back on as they came through the front door.
Sat on the settee looking like two little 's her mum was chatting for ages about normal stuff. Meanwhile I noticed the ladies in question's bra was winking at the whole room sat next to me so quickly put it in my pocket.
Was invited for tea and had a lovely meal with mummy, daddy and kid brother. Thanked then for the food and got up to leave. I'd forgotten by this point what was in my jeans pocket and reached into it to get a softmint. A double barrelled catapult flow out of my pocket and landed on the kitchen table. Well it's wasn't crumble for tea but chose enough for TP.
along with the looks from mummy and daddy there was also a little voice saying why do you have one off those things or something along those lines?
Ah Cake, we're destined to have an awkward relationship with underwear .... maybe we should do without from now on and save the factor
I hope you've moved on to sports bras now
LOL funny stories
I really must get back online at home some threads eat up val;uable computor time when you have only booked an hour
HAHAHA, TP and Cake's stories have made my morning
Update: He's attracted to me too, and wants to see me again. *Eeeeep*
How exciting O!
Hurrah! Great news Madame O When's the next hot date then?!
Hash, we're still waiting for the shed story!!! *drums fingers*
I was thinking today that my red-wine fuelled post probably gives the impression i'm some kind of man hater, or that all the men i've ever been involved with are crap, which isn't the case at all. There was a nice man last year, well, I was hoping something would happen with this nice man, but it didn't go anywhere, sadly. The one before him was so crap though, that he springs to mind more often, hahaha. On balance there are more nice men than bad, by a long shot, I'm just waiting to meet one these days that isn't already married etc!! The the dirty rabbit sex can commence
My underwear story.
I had a good mate who was a bit of a nutter - we played in the same rugby team and on a tour in Ireland we shared the same room - the unwritten rule was if either of us 'got lucky' with the opposite sex the other would bunk up with some of the other lads in a different room. Well, I managed to pull one of the barmaids at the local boozer, and she was a really stunning Irish girl called Katie. We ended up back in my room erm... discussing philosophy and proposed changes in the LBW rule...
Next morning at 7.00AM Connor (My mate) who never got up before 11 AM as a rule burst into the room (Hoping to catch us at it - no doubt)
'Where's the lucky lady then?" he leered
"She's in the shower mate" I replied... 'Get out you tosser and go and get your breakfast... I'll be down in a minute"
He looked around the floor and picked up her discarded tights and then a pair of black briefs... he then started sniffing them and chewing them...
"Phwooor.... woman... I love the smell and taste of a hot women... did you shag her then you jammy git?"
"What do you think" I said... "And can you take my underpants from out your mouth... I want to get up"
corth class.
It sure does and always welcome but was being a hippy and suggesting the person is far more important than what you see on the outside. Me a hippy.I don't know, you wander off and leave and thread for a few hours and look at what happens!
And as for embarrassing underwear stories?
ditto Frodo at the wandering off BTW, not the underwear - none of mine is embarrassing
I cant believe my lunch hour is over - what a hilarious read back, Corrie and TP
LB - I do get confused sometimes when we are both on the same thread - never sure which LB is being referred back to!
Madam O - - will also add that I overthink and analyse the 'text' situation. e.g.Its funny how some blokes stick 'xxx' on everything in sight and others dont. Frank Skinner has a really funny monologue on the very subject - so its not just women!
Just read a book called 'what the hell's he thinking?' - free with Cosmo last month. It did actually give me some insight about the what he says/what she thinks scenarios. Trouble was it made me overthink even more.
Excellent news Madame O
Corrie, just for a tiny iclke mini moment it did cross my mind that you might have been wearing women's knickers but not you ..... others manybe but not you ...
Ah, the x on the text dilemma. My rule is x for friends, xx for a very selected few and if it's an xxx .... we're back to the DRS again
It's a habit of mine to add an x to the the last letter of my first name if I'm signing cards or suchlike ... it kind of flows on from it and comes naturally when I'm signing. Sometimes I just sign my first name to work stuff if I know the recipient .... not the first time I've had a bit of an odd response and when I've checked my copy I'll find I've got that extra letter on there
lol, so did I - I even reread the story to check the description!
whats DRS?
Dirty Rabbit Sex apparently .... not that I'd know anything about that sort of thing within living memory .... ... Lee seems to remember what it's all about.
Well I was thinking that it was with another human being and the rabbit in question being the furry sort who allegedly loves to sh*g.
The battery operated sort has its place in the world (usually in the bedside cupboard) but it won't get up and make a cup of tea in the morning ... doesn't steal the duvet or fart though .... can I have both please?