The thing is, when you put pantyhose on, you pull them up so the crotch of the pantyhose reaches where it should. But some pantyhose have the problem that the crotch doesn't stay up where it should, but instead tends to hover two inches too low - not a comfortable feeling...and hard to describe. So, with those particular pantyhose, I would wear the panties over them, so I could pull the panties up tight and force the pantyhose crotch to stay up where it should. Does that make any sense?
7th grade. Warming up in gym. Lunch in the cafeteria a period prior and something wasn't sitting well. Push-ups. On the "up" part of the push-up, out came a fart that reverberated throughout the gym. . I still remember it vividly to this day.
7th grade. Warming up in gym. Lunch in the cafeteria a period prior and something wasn't sitting well. Push-ups. On the "up" part of the push-up, out came a fart that reverberated throughout the gym. . I still remember it vividly to this day.
I can relate! It was 8th grade. I sat in an ultra-quiet school library with two hot Asian girls (one was my future girlfriend). We were just laughing and laughing until we suddenly all quieted... The look on my face betrayed the answer to the question that stopped their laughter: "Did you just fart?"
7th grade. Warming up in gym. Lunch in the cafeteria a period prior and something wasn't sitting well. Push-ups. On the "up" part of the push-up, out came a fart that reverberated throughout the gym. . I still remember it vividly to this day.
I'm in the "hard to embarrass" club. It takes a lot, I can laugh at myself really easily, which is a good thing, otherwise I would be red faced with embarrassment all the time. And most of the stuff that I've done that could be considered embarrassing was done when no one else was around. Life is good. And carol, that sucks...but crusader takes the cake right now, wow...I would die, either that or never be able to face those people ever again. And I was also under the impression that most members here are above 20 years old, which doesn't make them any less horny, but should count for something. Being 18 years old, I scampered right off to the web looking for the "teacher learns student to (insert sexual activity here).avi" stuff.
Carol, don't worry about tonton...he's just mad because he's never seen a pair of panties before, let alone skimpy ones (or what's underneath). I enjoyed your story. Keep up the good work.
Not that it's a big one, but it is always pretty embarrassing to see someone waving and wave back and they weren't waving to you
I know! This happens to me frequently because I have very poor eyesight and often can't tell if the person waving is someone I know or not. Glad I'm not the only one.
OK, this one didn't happen to me, but an ex-girlfriend told it during a similar "most embarrassing story" exercise at a cocktail party, and I thought it was pretty damn funny...
"Sheila" (not her name) is in Jamaica on vacation. It's the last day before they head home, and her boyfriend at the time decides to go for a jog on the beach while she does some last-minute work on her tan.
It's a topless-optional beach, but she's a repressed gal from Boston and hasn't had the nerve so far. However, they're heading home tomorrow, so she finally works up the courage to undo her bikini top and lie on her stomach for a bit, hoping to get rid of the tan line from her bathing suit.
After 15 minutes or so, she decides "screw it, I'm in freakin' Jamaica" and rolls over on her back. She closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Her reverie is short lived, however.
"Hey Sheila!," her boyfriend calls. "Look who I fou..." His voice trails off, and a shadow falls across her face. She opens her eyes and there, standing over her with their mouths hanging open, are her boyfriend... and her sixty-somthing-ish next door neighbors from back in Boston, who were also on vacation.
She claims that it was 6 months before she stopped avoiding the neighbors, and she still can't look them in the eye.
man, don't know if this is embarassing or not, but it sure as hell was awkward.
i was in Madison at the time, and didn't have a car one weekend, and wanted to go visit my fiancee. so i checked on the ride boards to see who was going that way. found one and called the gal up.
she seemed nice enough, we worked out an arrangement, and i waited for her to pick me up. she shows up and i get in the car, and as i turn to say hello, i see she has a beard. and i don't just mean i few chin hairs, i mean a beard. like 5 inches long, goatee.
i had no idea what to say. so i didn't really say anything. we had a 4 hour drive, talked about all sorts of things and it was never brought up once.
"And called the gal up." But think back. What made you think it was a girl from the ride board notice? The name? Was it one of those names that could be male or female? Or was the voice on the phone high-pitched?
Your plight is really making me laugh. I think you handled it extremely well, Alcimedes. You obviously are a well-mannered, nice person.
In first grade I pulled the fire-alarm because I couldn't read very well (that is my story and I'm sticking too it).
Heh, I remember pulling the fire alarm because I could read. I must have been around 4 or 5.
It was at the end of this particular hallway at the (several hundred room) apartment building where I lived, and my father worked (in downtown Boulder). I saw it, it saw me; this bright red box on the wall; calling to me. I walked down the dark passageway a little to get a better look (my father in the distance talking to other big people about whatever big people talk about) and then I spotted it: white text on the top of the red beacon; but it was too far away to make it out. So I walked a little closer. A little closer. I walked up until I could make the letters out, I was now inches away. P-U-L-L --Pull! I know what that means!!!
...so I pulled it
My ears were filled with the sound of the alarm, I felt like I was drowning in it, and it scared the shit out of me. ?Oh no! What have I done!?. He (dad) came running over ?what did you do?!!? ?it said pull, so I pulled it....?
My dad had some explaining to do; but I did get to see a bunch of fire trucks.
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Then there was the time I dialed 911 using a public phone at a Wendy?s just to see if it would work (I was around 11, and we (my sister & friends) had just finished eating (thank deity), I told them and we drove off like a bat out of hell).
OK, this one didn't happen to me, but an ex-girlfriend told it during a similar "most embarrassing story" exercise at a cocktail party, and I thought it was pretty damn funny...
"Sheila" (not her name) is in Jamaica on vacation. It's the last day before they head home, and her boyfriend at the time decides to go for a jog on the beach while she does some last-minute work on her tan.
It's a topless-optional beach, but she's a repressed gal from Boston and hasn't had the nerve so far. However, they're heading home tomorrow, so she finally works up the courage to undo her bikini top and lie on her stomach for a bit, hoping to get rid of the tan line from her bathing suit.
After 15 minutes or so, she decides "screw it, I'm in freakin' Jamaica" and rolls over on her back. She closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Her reverie is short lived, however.
"Hey Sheila!," her boyfriend calls. "Look who I fou..." His voice trails off, and a shadow falls across her face. She opens her eyes and there, standing over her with their mouths hanging open, are her boyfriend... and her sixty-somthing-ish next door neighbors from back in Boston, who were also on vacation.
She claims that it was 6 months before she stopped avoiding the neighbors, and she still can't look them in the eye.
well, it was a women's handwriting on the notice, women's name.
then i got in the car, it was a women, w/o a doubt. nice rack, and actually kind of cute short of the beard. i have no idea how in the world she just tooled around in her life with a beard all the time. you'd think the weird looks alone would make it worth at least shaving it off.
it was winter so i couldn't see if she was one of those non-shaving types, at least other than her face, but i'm guessing she didn't.
well, it was a women's handwriting on the notice, women's name.
then i got in the car, it was a women, w/o a doubt. nice rack, and actually kind of cute short of the beard. i have no idea how in the world she just tooled around in her life with a beard all the time. you'd think the weird looks alone would make it worth at least shaving it off.
it was winter so i couldn't see if she was one of those non-shaving types, at least other than her face, but i'm guessing she didn't.
"...kind of cute short of the beard."
Oh, that's SO funny. It really makes me laugh...tears rolling down my face, the whole bit. Well, that's just too ridiculous. What was her problem, I wonder?
OH! ...maybe she was taking male hormones and was getting ready to have a sex-change operation. I think I read that people have to take hormones for months before surgery. And she couldn't have done much about the breasts, I guess, except leave them there.
I knew someone once who was a female with VERY large breasts, but wanted to be a male more than anything. She would strap her breasts down, put a rolled-up sock in her pants, and go to parties where everyone thought she was a guy. She had hands like a male, however, and was very good-looking. She made a cute female and a really cute male! She was a very nice person, and I hope eventually got a sex-change operation. Everyone deserves to be happy in life, don't you think? No one would ever 'choose' to have gender-identity issues like that, would they?
Once I brought a girl over and we got drunk and I couldn't get it up.
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But isn't that a common result when a guy drinks too much?
The most sexual guy I know (a friend) says that happens to him when he drinks too much. So I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. He even told me he has faked orgasm a few times when he has drunk too much and knew nothing was going to happen. I thought it was really cool that he would tell me that. He's a great guy, and probably the world's best lover. Parades should be thrown in his honor. I'm completely serious. He's English.
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Originally posted by ast3r3x
Not that it's a big one, but it is always pretty embarrassing to see someone waving and wave back and they weren't waving to you
Yes, we all die a thousand small deaths in high school.
Originally posted by Carol A
The thing is, when you put pantyhose on, you pull them up so the crotch of the pantyhose reaches where it should. But some pantyhose have the problem that the crotch doesn't stay up where it should, but instead tends to hover two inches too low - not a comfortable feeling...and hard to describe. So, with those particular pantyhose, I would wear the panties over them, so I could pull the panties up tight and force the pantyhose crotch to stay up where it should. Does that make any sense?
i've never had that problem...
Originally posted by torifile
7th grade. Warming up in gym. Lunch in the cafeteria a period prior and something wasn't sitting well. Push-ups. On the "up" part of the push-up, out came a fart that reverberated throughout the gym.
"NO!"
...I mean....
"Don't tell anyone!!!"
Yes, Shawn. "Don't tell anyone." Brilliant thinking.
Originally posted by torifile
7th grade. Warming up in gym. Lunch in the cafeteria a period prior and something wasn't sitting well. Push-ups. On the "up" part of the push-up, out came a fart that reverberated throughout the gym.
Did everybody laugh?
Originally posted by DMBand0026
I'm in the "hard to embarrass" club. It takes a lot, I can laugh at myself really easily, which is a good thing, otherwise I would be red faced with embarrassment all the time.
Hi DMB - and did you find anything?
Originally posted by Carol A
Did everybody laugh?
The entire school, in unison.
Originally posted by DMBand0026
Carol, don't worry about tonton...he's just mad because he's never seen a pair of panties before, let alone skimpy ones (or what's underneath).
Thanks, DMB. You're a sweetie.
Originally posted by ast3r3x
Not that it's a big one, but it is always pretty embarrassing to see someone waving and wave back and they weren't waving to you
I know! This happens to me frequently because I have very poor eyesight and often can't tell if the person waving is someone I know or not. Glad I'm not the only one.
"Sheila" (not her name) is in Jamaica on vacation. It's the last day before they head home, and her boyfriend at the time decides to go for a jog on the beach while she does some last-minute work on her tan.
It's a topless-optional beach, but she's a repressed gal from Boston and hasn't had the nerve so far. However, they're heading home tomorrow, so she finally works up the courage to undo her bikini top and lie on her stomach for a bit, hoping to get rid of the tan line from her bathing suit.
After 15 minutes or so, she decides "screw it, I'm in freakin' Jamaica" and rolls over on her back. She closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Her reverie is short lived, however.
"Hey Sheila!," her boyfriend calls. "Look who I fou..." His voice trails off, and a shadow falls across her face. She opens her eyes and there, standing over her with their mouths hanging open, are her boyfriend... and her sixty-somthing-ish next door neighbors from back in Boston, who were also on vacation.
She claims that it was 6 months before she stopped avoiding the neighbors, and she still can't look them in the eye.
Originally posted by alcimedes
man, don't know if this is embarassing or not, but it sure as hell was awkward.
i was in Madison at the time, and didn't have a car one weekend, and wanted to go visit my fiancee. so i checked on the ride boards to see who was going that way. found one and called the gal up.
she seemed nice enough, we worked out an arrangement, and i waited for her to pick me up. she shows up and i get in the car, and as i turn to say hello, i see she has a beard. and i don't just mean i few chin hairs, i mean a beard. like 5 inches long, goatee.
i had no idea what to say. so i didn't really say anything. we had a 4 hour drive, talked about all sorts of things and it was never brought up once.
"And called the gal up." But think back. What made you think it was a girl from the ride board notice? The name? Was it one of those names that could be male or female? Or was the voice on the phone high-pitched?
Your plight is really making me laugh. I think you handled it extremely well, Alcimedes. You obviously are a well-mannered, nice person.
Thanks for the laugh!
Originally posted by Carol A
Hi DMB - and did you find anything?
NO!!! After hours and hours of searching, nothing! I need to learn how to use this "internet" thing better. You wana send some pics?
Originally posted by ast3r3x
In first grade I pulled the fire-alarm because I couldn't read very well (that is my story and I'm sticking too it).
Heh, I remember pulling the fire alarm because I could read. I must have been around 4 or 5.
It was at the end of this particular hallway at the (several hundred room) apartment building where I lived, and my father worked (in downtown Boulder). I saw it, it saw me; this bright red box on the wall; calling to me. I walked down the dark passageway a little to get a better look (my father in the distance talking to other big people about whatever big people talk about) and then I spotted it: white text on the top of the red beacon; but it was too far away to make it out. So I walked a little closer. A little closer. I walked up until I could make the letters out, I was now inches away. P-U-L-L --Pull! I know what that means!!!
...so I pulled it
My ears were filled with the sound of the alarm, I felt like I was drowning in it, and it scared the shit out of me. ?Oh no! What have I done!?. He (dad) came running over ?what did you do?!!? ?it said pull, so I pulled it....?
My dad had some explaining to do; but I did get to see a bunch of fire trucks.
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Then there was the time I dialed 911 using a public phone at a Wendy?s just to see if it would work (I was around 11, and we (my sister & friends) had just finished eating (thank deity), I told them and we drove off like a bat out of hell).
Originally posted by PestoBreath
OK, this one didn't happen to me, but an ex-girlfriend told it during a similar "most embarrassing story" exercise at a cocktail party, and I thought it was pretty damn funny...
"Sheila" (not her name) is in Jamaica on vacation. It's the last day before they head home, and her boyfriend at the time decides to go for a jog on the beach while she does some last-minute work on her tan.
It's a topless-optional beach, but she's a repressed gal from Boston and hasn't had the nerve so far. However, they're heading home tomorrow, so she finally works up the courage to undo her bikini top and lie on her stomach for a bit, hoping to get rid of the tan line from her bathing suit.
After 15 minutes or so, she decides "screw it, I'm in freakin' Jamaica" and rolls over on her back. She closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Her reverie is short lived, however.
"Hey Sheila!," her boyfriend calls. "Look who I fou..." His voice trails off, and a shadow falls across her face. She opens her eyes and there, standing over her with their mouths hanging open, are her boyfriend... and her sixty-somthing-ish next door neighbors from back in Boston, who were also on vacation.
She claims that it was 6 months before she stopped avoiding the neighbors, and she still can't look them in the eye.
That's ridiculous.
Originally posted by DMBand0026
NO!!! After hours and hours of searching, nothing! I need to learn how to use this "internet" thing better. You wana send some pics?
Hahahahahahahaha.
No.
then i got in the car, it was a women, w/o a doubt. nice rack, and actually kind of cute short of the beard. i have no idea how in the world she just tooled around in her life with a beard all the time. you'd think the weird looks alone would make it worth at least shaving it off.
it was winter so i couldn't see if she was one of those non-shaving types, at least other than her face, but i'm guessing she didn't.
Originally posted by Crusader
Well, I was caught, uh, "taking care of business" when I was like 14.
Welcome to the club
In my case it was "only" my older brother. Thankfully, he never mentioned it.
Originally posted by alcimedes
well, it was a women's handwriting on the notice, women's name.
then i got in the car, it was a women, w/o a doubt. nice rack, and actually kind of cute short of the beard. i have no idea how in the world she just tooled around in her life with a beard all the time. you'd think the weird looks alone would make it worth at least shaving it off.
it was winter so i couldn't see if she was one of those non-shaving types, at least other than her face, but i'm guessing she didn't.
"...kind of cute short of the beard."
Oh, that's SO funny. It really makes me laugh...tears rolling down my face, the whole bit. Well, that's just too ridiculous. What was her problem, I wonder?
OH! ...maybe she was taking male hormones and was getting ready to have a sex-change operation. I think I read that people have to take hormones for months before surgery. And she couldn't have done much about the breasts, I guess, except leave them there.
I knew someone once who was a female with VERY large breasts, but wanted to be a male more than anything. She would strap her breasts down, put a rolled-up sock in her pants, and go to parties where everyone thought she was a guy. She had hands like a male, however, and was very good-looking. She made a cute female and a really cute male! She was a very nice person, and I hope eventually got a sex-change operation. Everyone deserves to be happy in life, don't you think? No one would ever 'choose' to have gender-identity issues like that, would they?
Originally posted by Ganondorf
Once I brought a girl over and we got drunk and I couldn't get it up.
But isn't that a common result when a guy drinks too much?
The most sexual guy I know (a friend) says that happens to him when he drinks too much. So I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. He even told me he has faked orgasm a few times when he has drunk too much and knew nothing was going to happen. I thought it was really cool that he would tell me that. He's a great guy, and probably the world's best lover. Parades should be thrown in his honor. I'm completely serious. He's English.