Contact list trauma.

#1
Chaps, allow me to offer some free advice, advice that may save you from levels of embarrasment that I've just endured.

Being bored, I was sat texting a mate. we were trying to outgay each other, seeing who would buckle first. Texts along the lines of 'I'm going to tie you to a chair and eat lard from your p1ss slit before force feeding you lucosade and sugar puffs and fingering your apple until you spray me with your natural champagne.... That sort of stuff.

I'm not as good as he is at it, and puts enough in a text to make me think 'Hold on, he might really want to 'Cuddle up to me and spoon me so I can feel his growing bulb spread my buttpetal'

This has been going on for a couple of days, then today I found myself with a surprise erection, not at the thought of man on man, but something entirely different....... I did the sensible thing, took a picture of it with my phone and sent it........... Only I sent it to a totally different contact with the same first name in my address book.

Bad enough that I'd sent that, the accompanying text read ' I want you to bite into this then lets masterbate each other until we climax over each others balls'

I've not had a text back from David, I suspect I won't

David is a proper grown up, hence David & not Dave and dread to imagine what he now thinks of the chap he has had a relatively sensible and fruitful business relationship with for three years.

Sort your contacts out, possibly place 'don't send c0ck pics' next to each name that its inappropriate to do so.

I've done it before, but got away with it, but that was to a scutter. This time its different and cringe at the repercussions.
 
#3
Mighty_doh_nut said:
Texts along the lines of 'I'm going to tie you to a chair and eat lard from your p1ss slit before force feeding you lucosade and sugar puffs and fingering your apple until you spray me with your natural champagne....
at least you didn't send him this Sugar Puff 8O they are just wrong
 
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#5
Mighty_doh_nut said:
David is a proper grown up, hence David & not Dave and dread to imagine what he now thinks of the chap he has had a relatively sensible and fruitful business relationship with for three years.
My bold. I guess you can kiss that bye-bye, then.
 
#6
With any luck David hasn't ignored your text, he's merely producing his own portfolio of images for you to spray hot seed over. As we speak he could be manouevering yet another digit toward his prostate, writhing in anticipation of the explosion of which his hungry mouth craves.

All the while captured in glorious close-up on HD digital format giving crystal clear images of butt-musk encrusted anal hair, straining blood filled veins and strings of pearlescent semen caught in mid-air as it makes the beautiful journry from love orbs to gaping throat.

You lucky, lucky peddlar of filth.
 
#7
milsum said:
On the bright side, he might send you a picture back, and thank you for making the first move.
I suppose we could sell the movie for H4H? :D
 
#9
FiveAlpha said:
With any luck David hasn't ignored your text, he's merely producing his own portfolio of images for you to spray hot seed over. As we speak he could be manouevering yet another digit toward his prostate, writhing in anticipation of the explosion of which his hungry mouth craves.

All the while captured in glorious close-up on HD digital format giving crystal clear images of butt-musk encrusted anal hair, straining blood filled veins and strings of pearlescent semen caught in mid-air as it makes the beautiful journry from love orbs to gaping throat.

You lucky, lucky peddlar of filth.
I want gay text sex with you, you are better than dave and that send a surge of blood to the very tip of my unsheathed and action ready sticky wet combat pipe
 
#10
Mighty_doh_nut said:
Chaps, allow me to offer some free advice, advice that may save you from levels of embarrasment that I've just endured.

Being bored, I was sat texting a mate. we were trying to outgay each other, seeing who would buckle first. Texts along the lines of 'I'm going to tie you to a chair and eat lard from your p1ss slit before force feeding you lucosade and sugar puffs and fingering your apple until you spray me with your natural champagne.... That sort of stuff.

I'm not as good as he is at it, and puts enough in a text to make me think 'Hold on, he might really want to 'Cuddle up to me and spoon me so I can feel his growing bulb spread my buttpetal'

This has been going on for a couple of days, then today I found myself with a surprise erection, not at the thought of man on man, but something entirely different....... I did the sensible thing, took a picture of it with my phone and sent it........... Only I sent it to a totally different contact with the same first name in my address book.

Bad enough that I'd sent that, the accompanying text read ' I want you to bite into this then lets masterbate each other until we climax over each others balls'

I've not had a text back from David, I suspect I won't

David is a proper grown up, hence David & not Dave and dread to imagine what he now thinks of the chap he has had a relatively sensible and fruitful business relationship with for three years.

Sort your contacts out, possibly place 'don't send c0ck pics' next to each name that its inappropriate to do so.

I've done it before, but got away with it, but that was to a scutter. This time its different and cringe at the repercussions.
I think you have been working to hard ,You need a holiday MDN
 
#12
Mighty_doh_nut said:
FiveAlpha said:
With any luck David hasn't ignored your text, he's merely producing his own portfolio of images for you to spray hot seed over. As we speak he could be manouevering yet another digit toward his prostate, writhing in anticipation of the explosion of which his hungry mouth craves.

All the while captured in glorious close-up on HD digital format giving crystal clear images of butt-musk encrusted anal hair, straining blood filled veins and strings of pearlescent semen caught in mid-air as it makes the beautiful journry from love orbs to gaping throat.

You lucky, lucky peddlar of filth.
I want gay text sex with you, you are better than dave and that send a surge of blood to the very tip of my unsheathed and action ready sticky wet combat pipe
The urge to eat my own undigested tomato skins and sweetcorn kernels from your colon-mucus encrusted glans is currently overpowering. I want you to treat my prostate as if it were made of plasticine. If only I could make like a python and dislocate my own jaw to allow your swingers as well as glans entry to my slut-like throat.
 

B_AND_T

MIA
Book Reviewer
#13
I've got a little bit of sick in my mouth now.
 
#15
FiveAlpha said:
The urge to eat my own undigested tomato skins and sweetcorn kernels from your colon-mucus encrusted glans is currently overpowering. I want you to treat my prostate as if it were made of plasticine. If only I could make like a python and dislocate my own jaw to allow your swingers as well as glans entry to my slut-like throat.
I hook open my pre-prepared anus with bum hooks in anticipation of a gnarly finger then your fellated and ready to explode pleasure staff.

I hope you are as endowed as my whorish imagination dares wander and that you will leave me face down, with a crevice full of salty pleasure

You could only heighten and further arouse me by remaining hard and letting fly a second load on my sweating brow, so as I lay there, good and fcuked your seed filters down my face and into my hungry mouth.

Leave five pounds on the bedside locker as you leave, I want to feel like a cheap, worthless cumcatching whore
 
#18
Lazy. If you were really cheap and nasty you'd excavate his milky-brown man juice from your own hole and smear it on your tongue, rather than making him spaff again.
 

B_AND_T

MIA
Book Reviewer
#19
Miner said:
First there was Mills & Boon.
Now there's MDN & 5A, for all your homo-erotic needs.
Sounds more like a recruiting leaflet for 3 Para.
 

B_AND_T

MIA
Book Reviewer
#20
FiveAlpha said:
B_AND_T said:
I've got a little bit of sick in my mouth now.
So would I if my job consisted of wearing tights and sharing an office with trans-gender blokes.
No tights today, it's Tuesday so it pop socks.
 

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