perish the thought, my dear fellow.I know somebody ….. etc.. ok ( eye rolling emoticon )
I knew someone who had a glass table for a certain purpose…..i know someone who likes to be voluntarily shat upon.
he's married, wife not into it.
he found a woman on adultwork who offered this service.
he sees her all the time now, doesn't pay any more, she loves it.
funny old world.
Haha, you don't clean your cornhole in the shower ?Same goes for white towels in hotels. I stayed in a hotel for New Years eve in Montreal a few years ago.
Had a shower the next day. Dried myself off with a white towel and put a 16" bacon strip up the length of it from drying my arsehole.
I thought I did. Must have sharted. I drank a lot of beer that night.Haha, you don't clean your cornhole in the shower ?
Brilliant!i know someone who likes to be voluntarily shat upon.
he's married, wife not into it.
he found a woman on adultwork who offered this service.
he sees her all the time now, doesn't pay any more, she loves it.
funny old world.
There was a story about an ex-rugby union coach at Sale who used to make his wife hold in her shit and when he got home he’d lie under a glass table cracking one off while she shat on it from above.I knew someone who had a glass table for a certain purpose…..
Or the other reason as Joseph Wambaugh described in his police novel The Choirboys.I knew someone who had a glass table for a certain purpose…..
This rumour has been doing the rounds since at least 1989. I remember a big gay ex soldier i used to work with explaining how one of his boyfriends would make him do it. I was reminded of it by an episode of Inside Number 9 i watched last week.Brilliant!
There was a story about an ex-rugby union coach at Sale who used to make his wife hold in her shit and when he got home he’d lie under a glass table cracking one off while she shat on it from above.
Can’t remember his name now.
That would be great.This rumour has been doing the rounds since at least 1989. I remember a big gay ex soldier i used to work with explaining how one of his boyfriends would make him do it. I was reminded of it by an episode of Inside Number 9 i watched last week.
This must be one of those wanking and finding tea and biscuits at the side of your bed moments
Unless they were custard creams or malted milks. Not a pervert like, but they must be bourbons or choc digestivesThat would be great.
I'll take any of those over a look of disgust from the wife.Unless they were custard creams or malted milks. Not a pervert like, but they must be bourbons or choc digestives