I was 17, the year was 1987. The location? My bedroom, 37 Freshfield Street, Brighton. She was a red-headed broad, with a voracious sexual appetite and a vagina deeper than Cheddar Gorge. I consumed pizza and chips to boost my energy before the bedroom marathon ensued. I lasted all of 20 minutes before emptying the contents of my sack into her and then emptying the contents of my stomach into the bathroom sink.
Who said romance is dead?
A very touching story. I am moved.
As my son also reads NSC I will not be contributing to this thread.
It's a beautiful tale isn't it? Unsurprisingly, my first time was also my first one night stand!A very touching story. I am moved.
September '98
St Hilda's College, Oxford
Quite a while. I think the copious amounts of tequila might have had something to do with that.