Turning Pink
Our readers most embarrassing sexual moments ever
Hiding in the sand
I never thought anything in Las Vegas could actually be embarrassing � after all, it is the trash capital of the world! And what should have been one of those moments you hate to remember instead turned into one I can never forget!
It was really quite simple. I found a big hunky man in the casino, had a few drinks too many and needed some place to go to let a little steam out. I wandered out by the deserted pool (after all it was late at night) and found a little beach cabana. Being perpetually curious, I opened the flap and crawled inside.
It didn�t take much. This guy had almost nothing to say but just his smell made me so wet. As fast as I could, I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants and found, what I believe is true even today, the most perfect cock. Really. The shape, the size, the hair, the smell � it all just worked. And I was ready to roll!
I was just having fun and making a big old slobbery mess, moaning and rubbing myself up against his leg while he groaned away up above when all of a sudden the flap flipped back and big spotlight was shining right on us! There was a crowd. Clapping.
Not sure how the night patrol of the hotel knew we were back there, but I guess they heard enough to have a little fun. And I did appreciate the applause. We both took a quick bow and zipped up and headed out of there. But we never got a chance to finish the task and for that I will be forever disappointed!
-Cindy K., New Jersey
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Something About Hairy
Early one morning I wake up to my girlfriend going down on me. I'm lying flat on my back and she's going off. I wake up to my dick as hard as a rock and me about to blow. I try to hold on as long as I can but she seems pretty determined. I can't help it, I come so hard I shoot myself in the eye.
I wipe that off with a tissue but by this time I'm almost late for work. I jump out of bed without taking a shower and rush to work. Now I don�t have my own office, or even my own cubicle walls. I'm the last one there, the room is full. I sit down at my desk and reach up to scratch my head. I feel something gooey - a big glob of cum is stuck in my hair! It's like Something About Mary meets Office Space. Before I can help myself, I groan, loudly. Everyone turns around and looks. The girls giggle and the guys are disgusted, actually, everyone is disgusted. I go to the bathroom and try to wash it out. It took me fifteen whole minutes to get it out because it's dried so much!
-Mark J. , San Diego
Busted at the Bachelor Party
We all know the supposed "rules of the strip club."During a lap dance, the girls can touch you, but you can't touch them.We all also know that rules are meant to be broken.And who better to break the rules than the strippers themselves?The only hard and fast rule I know is that you can't tell a dancer what to do!I recently attended a bachelor party on a busy Saturday night at a San Francisco club.One dancer in particular caught my eye as we had been flirting outrageously with our eyes throughout the evening.When she finally came over to ask if I wanted a dance, my raging hard-on beat out my meager wallet for a "yes."As soon as the dance started, I felt an uncommon bond with the dancer.As she writhed all over me, I got progressively bolder.I whispered into her ear the most suggestive acts I could think of, as she continued to slide her increasingly moist pussy against me.I got increasingly more adventurous as we moved into a second song.Encouraged by her hot, breath on my lips, and her nasty verbal musings--I boldly, yet slyly inserted a finger into her, sliding her panties deftly to the side.She did not resist.As she bucked against me, I told her I wanted her to come all over my fingers.Just as her dam was about to break, the huge club security guard came over for a routine check of the lap dance area.The stripper noticed immediately and pulled away from my finger.She seemed a million miles away after that.Suffice it to say, the moment was ruined.There were no more lap dances for me that evening, and I'm guessing the rest of her lap dances that night were hardly as exiting!
- Roy L., San Francisco
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