but poor seabiscuitThank god I am not in the shop. You have been mistaken and I am not the one behind the shop counter. Unless this was few months ago. Then I am slightly worried and glad I am not in there now.![]()
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did he now hmmmm I retract my last statement boo yaHe told me he likes it.![]()
I often yearn for the taste of human flesh, which i can control for the most of times.
It started when i was younger, cut a finger and put finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding. The rusty taste had me intrigued and after i often found myself biting on my lip to intentionally cause bleeding so i could get that taste. Over the years it's progressively moved on, on occasions resulting in rummaging through bins to find used plasters and get a taste of other people’s blood. (Usually family/friends as can see if a plaster has been thrown in a bin, not just randomly going through bins) One time i recall it all got a bit weird, at my old job someone cut themselves and i went over help. "Let me get that for you" was my response before lunging towards the said females cut and sucking on the wound to her disgust. I tried to pass it off as normal, a parental/child caring thing, but unfortunately that didn’t work out. I left shortly after, but it was forgotten and not deemed sinister at work, just a little strange. I’ve tried drinking animal blood and eating raw animal flesh but it just doesn’t have the same taste. I’m not one to intentionally cause harm to anyone, but I do wonder how and when I can truly satisfy my curiosity of tasting human flesh which I have not got the chance to do so.
Years ago my best mate's then girlfriend used to flirt with me all the time, a lot. To the point where she would do things like wait until everyone else was out of the room and bend over a table and insist that I spanked her.
I resisted this...god knows how. An then one time on a night out, they had fought and broken things off for a week or so, she pulled me into the ladies and had my trousers around my ankles in 5 seconds flat, I didn't even have time to consider that what we were doing might be wrong.
I've never been able to tell him what happened, even though they split for good a few months later.
I still remember the one (from V2 or V3) where someone had a **** in a soap dispenser when he was a night security guard. Always think twice when I take soap from a dispenser.
Everybody already knows I have a mancrush on Skidder that is well under control.
And by under control I mean he lives far enough away from me for it not to develop into a serious problem that would necessitate police involvement.
When I was about 12 we moved away from up North and down the country due to family business benefits. Anyway, we lived with my cousin's family for a year in their home, they were 3 sisters.
You can probably guess where this is going...
I didn't know they were closely related cousins back then and being 12 it literally was "Hi I'm 2 and what is this". Things like smartphones and internet didn't exist then either (thank goodness!).
I quickly learnt that one of them liked me and we'd secretly end up fondling/hugging and so on. The eldest of the 3 I slept next to a couple of times, back then this was ok,it was just "kids stuff" - Although it wasn't. I shake my head as I even type this. The shame... As I lay next to her she took my hand and put it on her chest and would say things like "Don't be shy".
There's a a bit more to say but that would go beyond family friendly material but I will say that nothing "happened" with any of them beyond the touchy feely stuff. Things could have turned out horrifically awkward/bad but they didn't.
And yes, they were (and still are) pretty hot.
Wow.
wtf? is OcUK disproportionately full of inbreds, or is this reflective of the UK?!