ParAss and Benji partying at the Tenjune, NYC. No, I don't know or care why the bimbo is dressed like a wood nymph from the neck up. Because she's retarded? Here's the question. Have you ever worn a hot little black dress out on a Saturday night and got caught by neighbors or family wearing it all wrinkled back home on Sunday morning smelling like last call and looking like a hangover prevention poster? Uhhh, yeah, I have. Tell me your best embarassing "I'm the whore of Babylon" story.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Todays question
ParAss and Benji partying at the Tenjune, NYC. No, I don't know or care why the bimbo is dressed like a wood nymph from the neck up. Because she's retarded? Here's the question. Have you ever worn a hot little black dress out on a Saturday night and got caught by neighbors or family wearing it all wrinkled back home on Sunday morning smelling like last call and looking like a hangover prevention poster? Uhhh, yeah, I have. Tell me your best embarassing "I'm the whore of Babylon" story.
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Maybe she is celebrating midsummer. But more likely, she is just an idiot.
I've blanked out much of my past (though it wasn't very racy, I still embarrassed myself a few dozen times)
One of the craziest things I've ever done was after my husband and I separated. I started seeing a single man at work and we had little in common except a mutual physical attraction. For my birthday (July) he bought me white lacy leggings and a turquoise gauze dress (remember that stuff you twisted to make long crinkles out of, while it was drying?)
I actually wore that combo to a trendy restaurant with him, thinking, "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Two women dining near us gave me sneers and surprised 'up and down' looks all evening! I guess they thought I needed a new stylist.
Yes, I felt kinda whorish, but that's the kind of thing you do just to make the fling work.
Yeah! We called 'em broomstick skirts because you wrapped 'em around a broom to dry and get the wrinkles right. Gawd!
I lean towards she thinks the flowers lend her a innocent and wholemsome image. Should have worn plastic ones paris.
The flowers in the hair don't work with that dress at all. Her stupid head doesn't match the rest of her. Even though they didn't, it looks like someone put someone else's head on the shoulders.
Susan
pick one? that's tough, I'll go with the cleanest. Early college I was in a math class with Al the eldest son of the Preacher of our church who had been my Grandmothers friend since elementary school. Al was gay, but not out. His family knew me since I was born. They were glad we started to hang out/date. We'd go shopping and dancing and vogueing(it was da '80's) and had a great time. Strangely it turned sexual,& that was great too. Al had a HUUUUGE crush of this gorgeous Medical student named Mike, they went out and Mike ended the date early. Al was crushed. Me being the "pal" that I was called Mike up and suggested a "get together", you know for "my friend". One thing lead to another and I was screwing Mike, but I'm such a good friend that I let Al join in. Three different times, all GREAT. Mike and I continued to date for months. I forgot all about Al until winter break when I went home. Al was there and I thought, *strange*. Then the nightmare began, Al was FURIOUS, he told his brother, who told his father who told MY GRAMMA!! My WHOLE GAWDAMNED FAMILY WAS THERE!! They blamed ME for Al being gay! I took it like the defensive whore I am. Once everything cooled down, Al called and thanked me, he said it was the least I could do.
bitch!
Holy Shit!!!
(in reference to anon. and meluv's stories)
Man, do I feel innocent.
gee, i never felt like a whore in babylon...my attitude was guys fuck around why can't women?? i had 2 fuck friends who lived 3 hours apart...one was the starter and the other the finisher....
i took this jewish guys virginity but then he later claimed he was STILL virgin to get into some jewish seminary...YOU ARE NOT A VIRGIN ED _ _ _ _ ...
picked up a guy in a bar one night when i was carrying around a cat of 9 tails whip...
had a boyfriend who was really into 'different' kinds of sex...he liked it when i would hog tie him, put clothespins on his nutsack and then applied bengay to them....hey, i can be sadistic and it wasn't ME being clothespin, so whatever...
threw a guy out one night with the retort "get out and i'll finish myself"....he was horrible in bed...he didn't want to leave so i had to call my friend who lived in the same apartment building and she had her boyfriend come over and drag this guy out....he thought i had been joking...nope....
i have lots of tales like that....
MissTia, you're supposed to educate them and see how things pan out! Poor guy didn't know what to do!
you know what? i had a mo-fo chalkboard and was drawing DIAGRAMS...didn't work...'hands on' didn't work either...some men are clueless...just kick 'em out! :)
LMAO!!
misstia="you are not a virgin Ed"
you're a meeenie!
Big fat girlfriend I did not know about climbed thru the WINDOW. I had barely got my dress back on before she tried to get in the room I decided to go hide in. Guy pulled her back. Yipes.
I wish I had a story. Wasn't a whore. I've only slept with my husband. I sure missed out, didn't I?
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Notice how they're not really holding hands? I think he's getting fed up with her antics. I predict this relationship is going to hit the skids real soon.
Whore of Babylon--two things come to mind. 1) Back in the 80s, I picked up a guy in the parking lot of a bar after a night of drinking. Complete stranger. Took him home to my bed, then couldn't wait to get rid of him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
2) I finally hit my stride sexually when I turned 40. Found my g-spot, hilarity ensued. What happened is I had a "go to guy" for a while who, um, hit all the right buttons. At one point, he had to tell me to keep it down--it was the middle of the day, and my apartment is pretty much the opposite of soundproof. Poor guy. Guess he was afraid someone would call the cops on us, and his girlfriend would find out. Sigh...good times ;)
CapriciousCat
before I decided to stop whoring it up at the ripe old age of 20 (and yes, I'm only 21 now but...I was a whore from 15 until 20). I can't number the times in college where I would have to GO TO CLASS in my night before outfit reaking of beer and cigarettes. after this happened a few weeks in a row and then I broke my wrist drunk rollerblading, then 6 weeks later rebreaking it in a horrible, horrible beer-pong incident (true story by the way) I decided to quit drinking. and now it has been 6 months with no alcohol
In my sophomore year of college I went to a Halloween party dressed as a Playboy "Bunny"... I must have had a helluva time because the following day my roommates were quick to point out that when I'd returned in the wee hours, I was missing my "tail"... and my fishnet stockings!
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