So I was posting this on another site to a 'romantic misadventures' type thread and thought it might go down well here as you guys have some funny stories. So heres mine:
A few years ago there was a guy I was very much into. He was about 7 years older than me and I worshipped him. We decided to go to the sanddunes which are about 5 miles away from here. Take a picnic, some mushrooms and a bit of weed. We got there and I realised I was wearing the wrong shoes which meant climbing all the hills was a pure arseache.
We finally found a nice little spot and he got out the mushrooms. I had never taken them before but I managed to munch some down. Turned out he'd somehow killed them in the process of trying to dry them (in an oven.. wtf) and absolutly nothing happened at all. We ended up just having a few joints and laying there talking and eating cherries and stuff. All very romantic really.
We got to kissing and it was just amazing to me. Here was the guy I'd worshipped for forever kissing me. I couldn't believe it. We kissed more but didn't do anything more because there were a few people about. We were in missionary but fully clothed. He stopped kissing me and pulled back to look at me. I looked up at him, looked him in the eyes and thought about how beautiful he was with his long hair falling down onto my face. Then I said, "if only it would rain, people would go away" and I swear at the second the heavens open and it poured down. Then we got down to it, he pulled down my pants, then took off his. We kissed more then he went to enter me.
Suddenly the bastard jumped up and ran around. I looked at him and asked what was wrong. Turned out he'd got sand in his foreskin and was in intense pain. So what could have been a magical first time together turned into him running around the sanddunes half naked, pouring water over his bellend in the rain. Totally killed the moment for me.
p,s I know you'll read this so sorry
but hey, at least I didn't mention any names hahaha
A few years ago there was a guy I was very much into. He was about 7 years older than me and I worshipped him. We decided to go to the sanddunes which are about 5 miles away from here. Take a picnic, some mushrooms and a bit of weed. We got there and I realised I was wearing the wrong shoes which meant climbing all the hills was a pure arseache.
We finally found a nice little spot and he got out the mushrooms. I had never taken them before but I managed to munch some down. Turned out he'd somehow killed them in the process of trying to dry them (in an oven.. wtf) and absolutly nothing happened at all. We ended up just having a few joints and laying there talking and eating cherries and stuff. All very romantic really.
We got to kissing and it was just amazing to me. Here was the guy I'd worshipped for forever kissing me. I couldn't believe it. We kissed more but didn't do anything more because there were a few people about. We were in missionary but fully clothed. He stopped kissing me and pulled back to look at me. I looked up at him, looked him in the eyes and thought about how beautiful he was with his long hair falling down onto my face. Then I said, "if only it would rain, people would go away" and I swear at the second the heavens open and it poured down. Then we got down to it, he pulled down my pants, then took off his. We kissed more then he went to enter me.
Suddenly the bastard jumped up and ran around. I looked at him and asked what was wrong. Turned out he'd got sand in his foreskin and was in intense pain. So what could have been a magical first time together turned into him running around the sanddunes half naked, pouring water over his bellend in the rain. Totally killed the moment for me.
p,s I know you'll read this so sorry
but hey, at least I didn't mention any names hahaha
