Mr Cleansheets
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- Jun 7, 2017
- 98
Whatever happened to random encounters with horny strangers like you read about in Penthouse Forum (presuming that's still going).
Far more interesting than whore war stories.
I do have such a story, although it ends disappointingly...
When I was about 19, I walked up to the local pub which was weirdly empty...on a Saturday night. I was single at the time and most of my mates must have been in relationships and all off on the nest that night, but it was like the end of the world. There was no-one, and it was usually mobbed.
Feeling very self-conscious I sat by myself with a beer...maybe had two...averting my gaze from the only two other people in the bar - a pair of girls who were spectacularly unattractive. I could tell they were trying to catch my eye so eventually thought, bugger this, none of my mates seem to be turning up...best I scarper.
So off I went, pissed off with the world, and fifty yards down the road I saw a car go past slowly. It was the two girls from the bar and I had a kinda premonition about what was going to happen. I was right (mostly). The car turned around and cruised back past me, then turned round again and slowed right down to walking pace.
'Do you want a lift?' they called out.
'Erm...okay,' I said.
This was very much against my better judgment but I was probably feeling a bit sad and lonely. Anyway, I got into the car, which had old style bench seats, and they drove down to the end of the street and into a cul de sac where no-one lived.
They parked.
'You can have sex with us,' the thin one said, 'but you have to do it with both of us.'
'Okay,' I said, already amused at the stipulation, as though they'd been burnt before by someone who'd got his rocks off and suddenly saw the light.
So I got into the back seat with one of them who pulled her jeans off, and I almost had mine off, when I suddenly decided I just couldn't do it.
I admit my main concern was that I absolutely did not fancy either of them but could see in advance they would see the bonking as an introduction into my general social life which would massively complicate matters on so many levels - not least the fact that the girl I was chasing at the time would have totally lost any shred of respect for me if she'd found out...which she would have, mates being the evil *******s they always are.
So I started getting dressed again.
'What are you doing?'
'Can't do it sorry...I'm not that kind of boy.'
As I left they started shrieking that I was a poof etc, which made me laugh. Fortunately I was very close to a train path where they couldn't follow in their car and I got home unscathed.
Thing is, that was yonks ago and I still (somehow) feel a bit of a cad over that incident.
Far more interesting than whore war stories.
I do have such a story, although it ends disappointingly...
When I was about 19, I walked up to the local pub which was weirdly empty...on a Saturday night. I was single at the time and most of my mates must have been in relationships and all off on the nest that night, but it was like the end of the world. There was no-one, and it was usually mobbed.
Feeling very self-conscious I sat by myself with a beer...maybe had two...averting my gaze from the only two other people in the bar - a pair of girls who were spectacularly unattractive. I could tell they were trying to catch my eye so eventually thought, bugger this, none of my mates seem to be turning up...best I scarper.
So off I went, pissed off with the world, and fifty yards down the road I saw a car go past slowly. It was the two girls from the bar and I had a kinda premonition about what was going to happen. I was right (mostly). The car turned around and cruised back past me, then turned round again and slowed right down to walking pace.
'Do you want a lift?' they called out.
'Erm...okay,' I said.
This was very much against my better judgment but I was probably feeling a bit sad and lonely. Anyway, I got into the car, which had old style bench seats, and they drove down to the end of the street and into a cul de sac where no-one lived.
They parked.
'You can have sex with us,' the thin one said, 'but you have to do it with both of us.'
'Okay,' I said, already amused at the stipulation, as though they'd been burnt before by someone who'd got his rocks off and suddenly saw the light.
So I got into the back seat with one of them who pulled her jeans off, and I almost had mine off, when I suddenly decided I just couldn't do it.
I admit my main concern was that I absolutely did not fancy either of them but could see in advance they would see the bonking as an introduction into my general social life which would massively complicate matters on so many levels - not least the fact that the girl I was chasing at the time would have totally lost any shred of respect for me if she'd found out...which she would have, mates being the evil *******s they always are.
So I started getting dressed again.
'What are you doing?'
'Can't do it sorry...I'm not that kind of boy.'
As I left they started shrieking that I was a poof etc, which made me laugh. Fortunately I was very close to a train path where they couldn't follow in their car and I got home unscathed.
Thing is, that was yonks ago and I still (somehow) feel a bit of a cad over that incident.
