March 2008 Archives

Oh boy did I.

I was sitting on the tube with this young Asian lady sitting opposite from me during my journey home,
at one point I glanced over at her then looked away but then the cogs in my brain started thinking
"I’m bloody sure i know this lady from some where, I’m sure its xxxxx who I went to school with" and for about 10 minutes I kept thinking the same thing. A few minutes went by so I decided to ask her, I said "excuse me, did you go to xxxxx school in xxxx" then there was the dreaded silence for two minutes before she answered "no", god did I feel like a right ass, I immediately apologised for disturbing her and explained that she reminded me of someone I went to school with, then for the rest of the journey I just sat there with my head against the window with my eye's closed thing "you prize prat what did you go & do that for, you idiot".

Oh well, I guess it was better to ask rather than risk missing the possibility of saying hello to an old friend.

One night, after the couple had retired for the night, the woman became

aware that her husband was touching her in a most unusual manner.

He started by running his hand across her shoulders and the small of her back.

He ran his hand over her breasts, touching them very lightly.

Then, he proceeded to run his hand gently down her side, sliding his

hand over her stomach, and then down the other side to a point below her waist.

He continued on, gently feeling her hips, first one side and then the other.

His hand ran further down the outside of her thighs.

His gentle probing then started up the inside of her left thigh,

stopped and then returned to do the same to her right thigh.

By this time the woman was becoming aroused and she squirmed a little to better position herself.

The man stopped abruptly and rolled over to his side of the bed.

"Why are you stopping darling?" she whispered.

He whispered back, "I found the remote."