Winkle
Manager
Me and the missus have a bit of a running battle when it comes to " love puffs" She simply will not admit that from time to time the healthy veggie eating that she proclaims gives her a healthy colon can sometimes result in ..... A bit of flatulence. Poor Monty usually gets blamed for this infraction and it goes without saying that He is preety much clueless as to whats going on.
This brings me to this morning! A rare day when me and the missus were off work certain formality usually take place which involve basically "rabid copulation". I was anchoring off of bum island waiting for the "B" in the bang when I felt what seemed like a "love puff". On questioning this, total denial was on the agenda (again) so better to stay in her good books, I let it go because ..... I wanted a shag! However, She turned over and cuddled up to me and I am thinking "Hello" when to put it mildly my @rse exploded, right on her left thigh. Although my phsincter was still in tact , the force nearly blew her out of bed and as I could not find monty to blame there was no denying that the packet of spar peanuts and the chicken korma I cooked the previous night had done the damage.
To say she was a tad upset was an understatement,and any thoughts of nuptuals taking place had severly dissapeared. Infact the smell was so bad I even got up.
My question is.. How can women take the moralistic stance that when they do it its covered up like "Leprosy" but when you need to exfoliate your basically a dirty b@stard.
This brings me to this morning! A rare day when me and the missus were off work certain formality usually take place which involve basically "rabid copulation". I was anchoring off of bum island waiting for the "B" in the bang when I felt what seemed like a "love puff". On questioning this, total denial was on the agenda (again) so better to stay in her good books, I let it go because ..... I wanted a shag! However, She turned over and cuddled up to me and I am thinking "Hello" when to put it mildly my @rse exploded, right on her left thigh. Although my phsincter was still in tact , the force nearly blew her out of bed and as I could not find monty to blame there was no denying that the packet of spar peanuts and the chicken korma I cooked the previous night had done the damage.
To say she was a tad upset was an understatement,and any thoughts of nuptuals taking place had severly dissapeared. Infact the smell was so bad I even got up.
My question is.. How can women take the moralistic stance that when they do it its covered up like "Leprosy" but when you need to exfoliate your basically a dirty b@stard.