Showing posts with label wanking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wanking. Show all posts

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Spank the Monkey....


Inspired yet again by Gregory No 6 - i went off in search of tales of the best wank ever. Much to my delight i found a plethora of wanking disaster stories - wonderfully amusing i have to say....


One of my very faves is reposted below. 


Enjoy 


xxx mp


Oh the shame - the horrible horrible shame!
*Sob*
I'm crying with the shame of this story...
One day when I was a nipper I was going through my most furious fist and the furious stage (a billion times a day or something). Well anyway I had a thing for Jet from Gladiators (the shame)and had recorded the previous nights episode on my massive video. Anyway while watching it Jet was about to do her speciality - the over head rings thing - and I defy any man to not find that a turn on! Feeling randy I watched her lift her right leg really high in the air! Being well turned on I paused the video and proceeded to thrash one out.So I had my trousers round my ankles and was stood in front of the TV, well into the vinegar strokes when my door swung open and there was my Dad!!!! Shit! As I was facing the door there was no way he couldn't tell what I was doing! Within the same second our extremely excitable dog barged into the room and jumped up at me at the very same time my purple monster spurted my man milk! The dog got it full in the face and I fell backwards onto the bed, cock in hand!
My Dad was bright red and tried to chase the dog out of the room while I started crying and tried to hide my shame! Burying my face in the pillow I really really wanted to die....
then out of the quiet and my muffled sobs I heard my Dad say "I prefer Lightning to that Jet" then he closed the door!
Sometime later I ventured downstairs and into the kitchen fearing laughs and ridicule only to be greeted with the sight of my Dad washing the Dog out in the yard!!!!!

Dad I salute you!





Friday, November 19, 2010

Hear, hear!


I remember a chap on the No. 48 from the City to Morley would often fiddle with himself in the back seat of the bus when it was full of schoolgirls just like myself heading home from an arduous day of scholarly activity.

He always wore a long coat and took great pleasure in exposing himself to my very, very innocent friend Natalie. She always had a range of looks pass across her face from shock to awe to curiosity.

Strange days indeed :)




love you long time,


xxxx mp