Gisteren nogal heftig op stap geweest in Amsterdam.
ook nog met mijn zatte ballen over de wallen gelopen.
Kwamen we uit in cafe de cockring.
Was op zich wel gezellig, alleen nu ben ik in beschonken toestand in een soort van darkroom
terecht gekomen, en ben ik im arsch genomen.
Ik had ook nog poppers op dus het ging wel vrij soepel.
heeft er iemand hier nog meer ervaring mee?
Maar hoe was jou ervaring?
quote:Op zondag 4 maart 2007 21:33 schreef Wolter het volgende:
Nee, meestal ben ik nuchter. Sorry..
Ik wil terug naar seksualiteit, neem mij eens serieus
quote:Maar je bent toch al serieus genomen?Op zondag 4 maart 2007 21:36 schreef nihilist het volgende:
Dir is geen onzin!!!
Ik wil terug naar seksualiteit, neem mij eens serieus
quote:Ik zie al wel dat je gisteravond serieus genomen bent. Dus voor vanavond is het wel weer genoeg geweest.Op zondag 4 maart 2007 21:36 schreef nihilist het volgende:
Dir is geen onzin!!!
Ik wil terug naar seksualiteit, neem mij eens serieus
quote:Prima ONZ topic wat mij betreftOp zondag 4 maart 2007 21:37 schreef Aventura het volgende:
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Maar je bent toch al serieus genomen?
quote:Ja in mijn ster, Het is nu meer een zonnetjeOp zondag 4 maart 2007 21:37 schreef Aventura het volgende:
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Maar je bent toch al serieus genomen?
quote:Op zondag 4 maart 2007 21:37 schreef Aventura het volgende:
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Maar je bent toch al serieus genomen?
zelfs nieteens onz waardig
quote:Op zondag 4 maart 2007 21:37 schreef Aventura het volgende:
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Maar je bent toch al serieus genomen?
quote:Een forse neger...in een darkroom... die zie je toch heul niet!Op zondag 4 maart 2007 21:33 schreef nihilist het volgende:
Het was een hele ervaring, maar ik houd het toch liever bij het vrouwelijk geslacht, ik vind wel dat je het een keer gedaan moet hebben, lopen ging vandaag wel iets moeilijker, het was nl een forse neger.
quote:je bent volgens mij al serieus genomen.Op zondag 4 maart 2007 21:36 schreef nihilist het volgende:
Dir is geen onzin!!!
Ik wil terug naar seksualiteit, neem mij eens serieus
nee bedakt
TS heeft "Eurotrip" gezien?
quote:Heb jij een harige reet?Op maandag 5 maart 2007 03:22 schreef sig000 het volgende:
Zo snel mogelijk de plaatselijk test opzoeken maar dat wist je zelf ook vast wel.
quote:Heb jij een harige reet?
, jij wel dan?quote:Van nature wel beetje, maar elke week is mijn reet weer zo glad als een babybil
I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
,blijft nog steeds geniaal.quote:Echt?Op maandag 5 maart 2007 04:07 schreef Tichelaar het volgende:
Jammer dat het een verzonnen verhaal is
quote:Ja
quote:Daar was ik al een hele poos mee bezigOp maandag 5 maart 2007 07:22 schreef isama het volgende:
is het nu de bedoelling dat we heel hard lachen om de TS?
Was ik te vroeg ?
_quote:ik denk dat je eigenlijk had moeten wachten tot het tekenOp maandag 5 maart 2007 07:39 schreef HetVraagteken het volgende:
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Daar was ik al een hele poos mee bezig
Was ik te vroeg ?
quote:In z'n broek
quote:Klopt een deegroller van 26 cm.
Was trouwens best wel lekker van achteren in mijn kont genomen worden, ik ga zaterdag weer., ik de smaak te pakken.
quote:placeboOp dinsdag 6 maart 2007 17:11 schreef nihilist het volgende:
Ik slik al 3 jaar aids remmers dus maakt verder niet uit. Toch?
quote:Kleine deegrollerOp dinsdag 6 maart 2007 17:00 schreef nihilist het volgende:
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Klopt een deegroller van 26 cm.
Was trouwens best wel lekker van achteren in mijn kont genomen worden, ik ga zaterdag weer., ik de smaak te pakken.
quote:Eerst in je mond, dan in je kont?
tja ieder ze ding he