Originally posted by elvendreamgirlmy god... right... in cars on cars, in gave yards on tombstones, on balconies overlookn the ocean, at the bottom of watter falls, in the woods, in bathrooms, allivators, under bridges, tents, porches, tables, floors, showers, beds (obveously), in swimming pools, corn fields, playgrounds, man.. ill have to get back to ya...lol
Where have you done the deed?
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, in swimming pools,This reminds me of a short story from my younger days.
I went to Finland to visit a friend who had fallen in love with an au pair and followed her back to her homeland. We went out drinking (which isn't too cheap in Finland) and I bumped into this great girl who was not only stunning looking but could also hold down a pretty decent conversation about English football, I felt like I was in heaven.
At the end of the evening she invited me to go swimming. With no idea where we were going I readily agreed. We clamboured up a hill and over a barbed wire fence, I cut myself slightly my blood was rushing everywhere, especially downstairs. Eventually we found this lovely swimming pool, and started playing naked sycronised swimming. Suddenly these fllodlights come on and I realise we are at the end of someones garden. I also suspect it is not her her garden.
Next thing I know a police-car has turned up. A policeman is shoutiing at us in a language I don't understand. I quickly realise I'm about to be arrested, for breaking and entering a house. I'm stark naked, without a clue where I was staying or who I was with or indeed where my clothes were.
My mother would have been exceedingly proud.
Fortunately the girl I was with was thinking calmly, and stiil dripping wet and bare as the day was born she went right up to the policeman and whispered something. I don't know what she said but before I know it we were hurriedly getting dressed and getting a lift in the back of the cop car to the town centre to be released without charge.
It took my ages to find where I was staying, my mind was dizzy with the evening events. I never did find out the girls name. But whenever I think of Finland or even Swimming Pools her image comes to me clearly.
Originally posted by Pawn ArtistWhat the hell is wrong with you? You keep making rude comments about me and calling me retarded. Do you know me? No. You attack me for no reason other than you have decided you don't like me. As I told you before, if you don't like what I say, stay out of my threads. You appear to me to be nothing more than a sad, bitter ass goblin.
Actually elevendreamgirl is a virgin...shes trying to pick the best place for her first i guess
Originally posted by invigorateLOL - You reminded me of getting busted (almost) by swimming pool lights going on . I went to Florida with a female friend . We stayed with her Uncle Don . It was all platonic . Right . After a night out , one thing lead to another and we were on this inflatable aligator having at it beside the outdoor , screened in pool . Uncle Don had this F***ing poodle that didn't like me from the git go .This damned thing was at the glass doors in the house watching us . All of a sudden the lights all go on . The little fuzzy s.o.b. went and woke up Uncle Don like he had to go out or something . Well the girl's hiding behind this giant plant with nothing but her bra and socks on , trying to get into her jeans ; I bailed out the back and I'm naked as a j-bird in the back yard . Don talks to the girl like nothing's going on , then comes my way to let the dog into the backyard to pee . So I end up hiding in the neighbor's yard till they go . He wishes her good night and goes in like nothing happened . I'm like , WTF ? There were boots and socks , and shirts , and everything all over the pool area , how did he not know what was going on ? I think it might have been the 5 or 6 martinis he knocks down every night . He never said a thing , and the next day never mentioned it .
This reminds me of a short story from my younger days.
I went to Finland to visit a friend who had fallen in love with an au pair and followed her back to her homeland. We went out drinking (which isn't too cheap in Finland) and I bumped into this great girl who was not only stunning looking but could also hold down a pretty decent conversation about ...[text shortened]... irls name. But whenever I think of Finland or even Swimming Pools her image comes to me clearly.