#nowhere to hide
If you have ever gone to Gran Canaria and the gay nudist beach you will know there is a beach bar. My boyfriend asked me to go to the bar and get two beers and I couldn’t be bothered to dress so went naked. I got my two beers and started to walk back with one in each hand, but halfway back I met two friends from my work back home that I didn’t know we’re out on holiday too, one of who I really, really found the sexiest guy alive. They were dressed and I was naked, holding two full plastic cups of beer and no way to cover myself. The guy I fancied kept on looking down at my dick, actually they both did, and that started me getting turned on. Before their eyes I started to poke upward, and the more they stared the harder I got so I ended up throbbing with a full hardon. Now Back home every time we pass in the corridor he gives me a wink and looks down at my bulge! (Jamie, unabridged by LOS)
Thank you for your story Jamie - I would have liked to see that too :)
I think we all would! ;) Do you have an embarrassing story you’d like to share? Submit!
The only thing worse than being asked if you have your period when you’re overreacting is actuallyhaving your period when someone asks.
There’s nowhere to hide.
There is surprisingly little to enter, in this immense bright smoky landscape, and what she wants—someplace private, silent, where she can read, where she can think— is not readily available. If she goes to a store or restaurant, she’ll have to perform—she’ll have to pretend to need or want something that does not, in any way, interest her. She’ll have to move in an orderly fashion; she’ll have to examine merchandise and refuse offers of help, or she’ll have to sit at a table, order something, consume it, and leave. If she simply parks her car somewhere and sits there, a woman alone, she’ll be vulnerable to criminals and to those who’ll try to protect her from criminals. She’ll be too exposed; she’ll look too peculiar. Even a library would be too public, as would a park.
Michael Cunningham, from ‘The Hours’