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COOL_BREEZE2
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I'd have to say it would be one time some years ago I went out with this chickiebaby Old Year's Night. She was one of the girls that was part of a group of friends we used to hang out with and party and stuff. I had the hots for her and I knew she had the hots for me also. Just that the timing before that was not opportune to seal the deal, so to speak, for various reasons.
Well, as it turned out we went alone to the Old Year's party. Which was fine with me because I had ulterior motives. Good music and after one or two drinks and slow tunes we got into it rather quickly. Vibes was kicking, electricity for so. I had a hard on for most of that night. Tonight it was mine. Really it was a memorable night. We really enjoyed ourselves. One of the best parties ever. We knocked down a good couple drinks too.
Fast forward. Time to go home. On our way home my car somehow headed to the direction of my apartment. No complaints from her. I may have suggested we stop off at my apartment, I really can't remember. Anyways, as we reached into the apartment we settled in, went to my room. Clothes came off and she lay in bed gloriously naked. Looking good. We embraced kissing and foreplaying and she whispered "I want you....I want you so bad" I wanted her soooooo bad too. I guess you know where this is going now from the title of the thread. Well, I don't know if it was because I was plastered from all the drinking which I was. Or if it was because of too much anticipation. Or it could have been because of the break in having to get the condom (I think this had a part to do with it)......but for the life of me no matter how much I tried I couldn't get the boy back up (yes he was up when we started). I tried and tried but no way José. He said you see me?...I not getting up again. I coulda killed that bugger if I wasn't so fond of him. I felt like an ass...less than a man. I wanted her so bad.
She was understanding saying not to worry about it and we lay there hugging one another until light break then I dropped her home. That was pretty embarrassing for me and I'll never forget it. Whenever I'd seen her afterwards I often wondered what if.
So there it is. I don't usually share this kind of information but what the heck. Caught me in a good time I guess.
Well, as it turned out we went alone to the Old Year's party. Which was fine with me because I had ulterior motives. Good music and after one or two drinks and slow tunes we got into it rather quickly. Vibes was kicking, electricity for so. I had a hard on for most of that night. Tonight it was mine. Really it was a memorable night. We really enjoyed ourselves. One of the best parties ever. We knocked down a good couple drinks too.
Fast forward. Time to go home. On our way home my car somehow headed to the direction of my apartment. No complaints from her. I may have suggested we stop off at my apartment, I really can't remember. Anyways, as we reached into the apartment we settled in, went to my room. Clothes came off and she lay in bed gloriously naked. Looking good. We embraced kissing and foreplaying and she whispered "I want you....I want you so bad" I wanted her soooooo bad too. I guess you know where this is going now from the title of the thread. Well, I don't know if it was because I was plastered from all the drinking which I was. Or if it was because of too much anticipation. Or it could have been because of the break in having to get the condom (I think this had a part to do with it)......but for the life of me no matter how much I tried I couldn't get the boy back up (yes he was up when we started). I tried and tried but no way José. He said you see me?...I not getting up again. I coulda killed that bugger if I wasn't so fond of him. I felt like an ass...less than a man. I wanted her so bad.
She was understanding saying not to worry about it and we lay there hugging one another until light break then I dropped her home. That was pretty embarrassing for me and I'll never forget it. Whenever I'd seen her afterwards I often wondered what if.
So there it is. I don't usually share this kind of information but what the heck. Caught me in a good time I guess.
it must have been right out of highschool...
My Gf at the time and myself were looking to get drunk, my mom wasnt home and the gf lived with us (a whole other story lol) so we had the house for ourselves! We invited one other friend over because she was always alone, and we liked her when she was drunk so over she came!
We got drunk, played cards until the wee hours of the morning. We then decided to go to bed, I stayed in the spare bedroom with the GF and this friend stayed in our room, I never really know why we let that happen :dunno
So naturally, the gf and I got it on highschool-style crazy and shit! we both fell asleep neaked and all in all it was a good night TO START WITH
In the middle of the night, I got up to go take a piss, since it was late as hell I diditn turn any lights on other than the reststoom's, I was still drunk as hell, I flushed and headed to my bed in my room. I lay down, hold the girl and do the ol' reach around, its like my very own pacifier, I kinda had to go to sleep holding a bewb lol.
*squeeze*
hmm...?
*squeeze*
*squeeze*
Those feel a lot biger :thumbup
Naturally, I start doing the preliminary work for a second round, when we were about to get going I hear this very familiar voice
*WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU BOTH DOING???*
i was so damn drunk i went into my bedroom with the other girl, and bascially was about to get it on with her lol, my gf was pissed! left the room crying and I had a hell of a time explaining that.
*what I never really understood was how in the hell the other girl got naked... she was already naked when I went into the room*
:ninja
My Gf at the time and myself were looking to get drunk, my mom wasnt home and the gf lived with us (a whole other story lol) so we had the house for ourselves! We invited one other friend over because she was always alone, and we liked her when she was drunk so over she came!
We got drunk, played cards until the wee hours of the morning. We then decided to go to bed, I stayed in the spare bedroom with the GF and this friend stayed in our room, I never really know why we let that happen :dunno
So naturally, the gf and I got it on highschool-style crazy and shit! we both fell asleep neaked and all in all it was a good night TO START WITH
In the middle of the night, I got up to go take a piss, since it was late as hell I diditn turn any lights on other than the reststoom's, I was still drunk as hell, I flushed and headed to my bed in my room. I lay down, hold the girl and do the ol' reach around, its like my very own pacifier, I kinda had to go to sleep holding a bewb lol.
*squeeze*
hmm...?
*squeeze*
*squeeze*
Those feel a lot biger :thumbup
Naturally, I start doing the preliminary work for a second round, when we were about to get going I hear this very familiar voice
*WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU BOTH DOING???*
i was so damn drunk i went into my bedroom with the other girl, and bascially was about to get it on with her lol, my gf was pissed! left the room crying and I had a hell of a time explaining that.
*what I never really understood was how in the hell the other girl got naked... she was already naked when I went into the room*
:ninja
I once got busted "doing stuff" in the back of my car at the time on what we both thought was a deserted road, the guy knocked on the window and they guy i was with at the time poked his head out and said "Its al good mate, Power nap" :24:
Goat Whisperer
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Last week I got this drink right. Well it made my lips turn blue I didn't notice for a long time too! I walked around the office talking to everyone with blue lips lol.
COOL_BREEZE2
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That figures bout the blue lips then. :nod:
Goat Whisperer
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Ya i forgot about that avy, I was just making fun of myself after all the embarrassment. Before I cleaned my lips though it had covered my lips and then like the dry skin around it, lol
Peter Parka
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So many I tend to not get embarrassed now, the're kind of run of the mill. They nearly all start with "I got pissed". Best one was probably getting nicked for breaking into St Pauls cathedral, to this day I've no idea how I managed to get in!
All of my girlfriends and I were going rollerblading in our new apartment complex. It had great hills and valleys and it was a TERRIFIC workout but we were all a little unfamiliar with the roads. I was still a little afraid of going
down the hills because I had busted my hiney a few times and still had the bruises
My girlfriends had no fear and decided to go down this HUGE hill but it had a smaller hill at the bottom so it slowed you down to almost a complete stop. I watched all 5 of my girlfriends go first and no one fell or screamed so I decided that I could do it.....so off I went. I got halfway down the big hill and freaked out. I looked to my right and saw one of the handicap ramps and in my moment of great wisdom decided that that would be a safer choice. I turned to the right and went up the ramp FAST! Gravity kicked in and I went UP and then came DOWN...very HARD...on my ASS. All of my friends came running (skating) over to see if I was ok because I didn't move. They were all concerned until they saw how red my face was! Then they all stared laughing. Needless to say...I trusted them from that point on. If they said it was "Christie Safe" then I new I was fine.
down the hills because I had busted my hiney a few times and still had the bruises
My girlfriends had no fear and decided to go down this HUGE hill but it had a smaller hill at the bottom so it slowed you down to almost a complete stop. I watched all 5 of my girlfriends go first and no one fell or screamed so I decided that I could do it.....so off I went. I got halfway down the big hill and freaked out. I looked to my right and saw one of the handicap ramps and in my moment of great wisdom decided that that would be a safer choice. I turned to the right and went up the ramp FAST! Gravity kicked in and I went UP and then came DOWN...very HARD...on my ASS. All of my friends came running (skating) over to see if I was ok because I didn't move. They were all concerned until they saw how red my face was! Then they all stared laughing. Needless to say...I trusted them from that point on. If they said it was "Christie Safe" then I new I was fine.
groundpounder
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but did you have to deliver? I would have required it, depending on what was said. That's just not right to overpromise and underdeliver!!
groundpounder
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but did you have to deliver? I would have required it, depending on what was said. That's just not right to overpromise and underdeliver!!
Ermmm... he was with his girlfriend :eek
VegasVixen
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Ok I remember another one...
I was about 12 or 13 years old. I was outside hanging with a couple of friends in the neighborhood. One of my guy friends had gotten a moped for his bday. We were all take our turn at riding on it. Well I got on it for the first time and drove off, I was doing fine for the first couple of rounds. Then as I was coming back to the house that everyone was at I hit the gas instead of the break and crashed spread eagle right into a tree. Oh it was soooo painful! Everyone laughed at me because of the nature of the crash. They were like, you should seen it from our perspective. I evenutally laughed at it to. After a couple of ice packs.
I was about 12 or 13 years old. I was outside hanging with a couple of friends in the neighborhood. One of my guy friends had gotten a moped for his bday. We were all take our turn at riding on it. Well I got on it for the first time and drove off, I was doing fine for the first couple of rounds. Then as I was coming back to the house that everyone was at I hit the gas instead of the break and crashed spread eagle right into a tree. Oh it was soooo painful! Everyone laughed at me because of the nature of the crash. They were like, you should seen it from our perspective. I evenutally laughed at it to. After a couple of ice packs.
ooh ooh one more
I was a little mexican dude back in my hometowm lol I had just gotten my first bike, it was one of those spiffy 10 speeds and was a little taller than me but hey it was a bike and it was mine! before this I ahd only ridden BMX style bikes so applying the brakes wasnt something I was used to.
I was trying to be a bad ass and jump off this sidewalk when I chickened out and hit the breaks HARD, but I hit the front brakes! I was going so fast, the damn back of the bike came up on me and i fell of the drop off and into the floor face first with the 10 speed bike behind me lolz.
to my misfortune only the girl i had a crush on was the one that saw it happen and never let me forget it.
I was a little mexican dude back in my hometowm lol I had just gotten my first bike, it was one of those spiffy 10 speeds and was a little taller than me but hey it was a bike and it was mine! before this I ahd only ridden BMX style bikes so applying the brakes wasnt something I was used to.
I was trying to be a bad ass and jump off this sidewalk when I chickened out and hit the breaks HARD, but I hit the front brakes! I was going so fast, the damn back of the bike came up on me and i fell of the drop off and into the floor face first with the 10 speed bike behind me lolz.
to my misfortune only the girl i had a crush on was the one that saw it happen and never let me forget it.
COOL_BREEZE2
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:24:
Did she give you a mulligan and seal the deal later?:winking:
Well we did hang out quite a bit before and after and the electricity was still there.
Going back in time to give you a bit of the history. I had actually met her through a girlfriend back then. She was my girlfriend's (at the time) next door neighbour. They were best friends. Very hot looking the both of them. When we used to go out to party she partied often with us. She had a b/f but he was kinda shifty as he was seeing someone else too. When I was going around with my girlfriend of course I was trying to behave myself as much possible because it would have been awkward. Although a 3-some may not have been a bad idea. /*insert wink*/. Dayuuumn, getting horny now just thinking bout it.
Anyways I went out with my girlfriend for about two years and then we broke up. My fault, I misbehaved eventually. Too much hormones and greediness at the time. After a few months we met again and made back up tho not committed. We both were in various relationships during the course of time so what we did depended on circumstance. These circumstances were a factor with regard to opportunity and sealing the deal with her friend Majorie. We stole passionate kisses and whatnot tho. She and my ex are the longest friends I have that hung out regularly and we kept in contact for many years. Though we lost contact approx 3-4 years ago. Coming to think bout it I should give them a call or visit to say hi.
Anyway, back to around that time I was talking bout. So we used to hang out and stuff. I went abroad for 2 years so we lost touch. When I came back I think and inquired bout Majorie I learned that she had found religion
. Deeply. She had cut off the partying altogether and somehow it didn't seem right to encourage her to indulge in you know what. I guess she was contented so that's cool. So no, we never did get a chance to really seal the deal, so to speak, but as I said it's one of those things to make you go hmmm.
groundpounder
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now I'm all sad.
groundpounder
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pulled directly and verbatim from the ask GP thread - no need to follow the little blue arrow:ninja
YOU REEK - by The Vanilla Gorilla
I was playing golf with a buddy about 10 years ago at one of the nicest courses in town. New mini-mansions were being erected seemed like on every fairway.
We had just hit driver on 5, which was the hole furthest from the clubhouse (key plot point) On the right side of the fairway, there were some groves of trees and new houses being built. As we were driving down the cartpath on the left side of the fairway, the call of nature came. The Big Call.
Now I have a sneaky LGI. I can go from "All is well" to having prairiedogs in the field in NO TIME flat. So there was NO chance for a mad dash to the clubhouse or make a break for the port-a-potty on the 7th tee. So I told my buddy, "Head over to those trees pronto, or we're going to have a code brown in the cart right here! STAT!" So we tear across the fairway and the ranger blew his horn at us because this was a path-only course, but despearte times required desperate measures. And I was in a bad way.
So we get to this little stand of trees that is directly behind one of these mini-mansions. There were roofers laying shingles, carpenters plying their trade outside, saws sawing and hammers hammering. But this little grove of trees was about 20 yards deep and had plenty of brush and such for cover.
So as I assume the bush league turd cutting position, two things occur to me:
1) the foulest stench had begun to penetrate my nostrils, despite the fact that for all of the thunder rumbling from my balloon knot, no lightning had struck the ground.
and
2) in my haste for the sanctum of my aboreal shithouse, I had left my mini-roll of TP in my bag that I kept there for just such occasions.
So I put a call out to my wingman, "Hey, buddy, I'm in a little bit of a bad way in here. I left my TP in the little compartment under my ball sack (no lie). Can you bring it to me?"
He was like, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you, pal. I ain't comin in there. I can already smell it from out here! You'll have to make due with a leaf or come out here and clean yourself after the fact" And I had yet to produce a stink pickle!
I started to fear something was afoul, and lo and behold I look down and see my left golf sandal in a big steaming pile of contruction worker raw material for a cleveland steamer! My transaction had already begun taking place, so relo for me was at that point out of the question - I had to see it through.
So make my deposit and waddle out the the cart like I had a corncob stuck up my ass. My newest ex-friend was out there trying to make nice with the course ranger who had come over to investigate our unwillingness to abide by the course rules. When I get there, they both look at me with humor, pity and disgust and my man says, "Jeeeeeeeezus, did you bring it with ya?!?! You REEK of ass!!!!!"
"HYAH! As a matter of fact, I did." As I proceed to provide proof of my epic misstep, my violated sandal grazes my right calf, leaving a brown streak of evidence of it's passing. The ranger dry heaves.
I give the cliffs to the spectators of my sordid tale, snatch my TP and proceed back into the bush for some much needed paperwork when I realize my newest problem: Do I wipe clean my befouled leg, running the risk of touching cloth, or do I do my own southside work and run the risk of besmirching the hem of my very lightly colored shorts? I decide to go half mast and split the risk. Bad idea.
As I make my way out of the Forest of Defecation with a new need for extra strength Tide, my failure is complete. To this day, my friend and I use the term, "That reeks of ass!" when we REALLY need to describe something bad.
And we laugh!
YOU REEK - by The Vanilla Gorilla
I was playing golf with a buddy about 10 years ago at one of the nicest courses in town. New mini-mansions were being erected seemed like on every fairway.
We had just hit driver on 5, which was the hole furthest from the clubhouse (key plot point) On the right side of the fairway, there were some groves of trees and new houses being built. As we were driving down the cartpath on the left side of the fairway, the call of nature came. The Big Call.
Now I have a sneaky LGI. I can go from "All is well" to having prairiedogs in the field in NO TIME flat. So there was NO chance for a mad dash to the clubhouse or make a break for the port-a-potty on the 7th tee. So I told my buddy, "Head over to those trees pronto, or we're going to have a code brown in the cart right here! STAT!" So we tear across the fairway and the ranger blew his horn at us because this was a path-only course, but despearte times required desperate measures. And I was in a bad way.
So we get to this little stand of trees that is directly behind one of these mini-mansions. There were roofers laying shingles, carpenters plying their trade outside, saws sawing and hammers hammering. But this little grove of trees was about 20 yards deep and had plenty of brush and such for cover.
So as I assume the bush league turd cutting position, two things occur to me:
1) the foulest stench had begun to penetrate my nostrils, despite the fact that for all of the thunder rumbling from my balloon knot, no lightning had struck the ground.
and
2) in my haste for the sanctum of my aboreal shithouse, I had left my mini-roll of TP in my bag that I kept there for just such occasions.
So I put a call out to my wingman, "Hey, buddy, I'm in a little bit of a bad way in here. I left my TP in the little compartment under my ball sack (no lie). Can you bring it to me?"
He was like, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck you, pal. I ain't comin in there. I can already smell it from out here! You'll have to make due with a leaf or come out here and clean yourself after the fact" And I had yet to produce a stink pickle!
I started to fear something was afoul, and lo and behold I look down and see my left golf sandal in a big steaming pile of contruction worker raw material for a cleveland steamer! My transaction had already begun taking place, so relo for me was at that point out of the question - I had to see it through.
So make my deposit and waddle out the the cart like I had a corncob stuck up my ass. My newest ex-friend was out there trying to make nice with the course ranger who had come over to investigate our unwillingness to abide by the course rules. When I get there, they both look at me with humor, pity and disgust and my man says, "Jeeeeeeeezus, did you bring it with ya?!?! You REEK of ass!!!!!"
"HYAH! As a matter of fact, I did." As I proceed to provide proof of my epic misstep, my violated sandal grazes my right calf, leaving a brown streak of evidence of it's passing. The ranger dry heaves.
I give the cliffs to the spectators of my sordid tale, snatch my TP and proceed back into the bush for some much needed paperwork when I realize my newest problem: Do I wipe clean my befouled leg, running the risk of touching cloth, or do I do my own southside work and run the risk of besmirching the hem of my very lightly colored shorts? I decide to go half mast and split the risk. Bad idea.
As I make my way out of the Forest of Defecation with a new need for extra strength Tide, my failure is complete. To this day, my friend and I use the term, "That reeks of ass!" when we REALLY need to describe something bad.
And we laugh!
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