expatcamelia
Expat Camelia
expatcamelia

My high school had a 'senior' parking lot & a 'junior/sophomore' parking lot. The 'junior/sophomore' lot was a hike away from the school and was only accessible at all by a small road that, for some reason, had a large gate that could slide across the entrance. All seniors had suffered through at least 2 years of that

Notable Senior Pranks from my school tenure. Note that I went to school in South Florida, so the hallways were all open to the outside

A friend at a UV party when I was in uni decided to create his 'costume' by cracking open a glow stick and pouring the contents over his shirt. He had to go home after half an hour because the fumes were making him sick.

Get it, tiger.

Everyone love watermelon, fucking wolves love watermelon. Boners for everyone.

Hell to the yeah! I am now visiting the naughty part of my brain and thinking naughty things. I know what I'm asking my wife for on father's day. That's one of my go too gifts. Books, movies, music, video games (don't laugh or I shall poke you with a stick) and lingerie/outfits for my wife to wear during sexy fun

yeah, only about a third of women can. it makes me wary of the study if they're unaware of that. i've never been able to orgasm from vaginal penetration. most women can't! (and i'm super jealous of those who are).

RIGHT? I can't even believe that I don't already have glow-in-the-dark undies, but you know what? I don't. But now I know that I NEED them.

File this under "...wait, nobody ever thought of this before? Well, shit."

I don't know if you're the only one, but it's a problem for me. In my experience, sexy times are over when HE is done. So it gets very frustrating to be with a two-stroke wonder all the time. In fact, I've had so much bad experience with this sort of thing, I confess, I'm a bit put off sex with another person because

What the fuck is in that pie, the whole cast of Titus Andronicus?

Hear hear, we have this debate monthly and it is so tiresome and predictable. The same exact comments and responses are given each time;

power reveals.

You guys have awakened in my mind with your hideous tales a story which has been dormant for a long time, like an Eldritch horror squirreled away in my subconcious, venomously dreaming.

I saw two girls run out of the restroom snickering, didn't think much of it so I continued into, what turned out to be, the cement to my phobia of public restrooms. Those two demons had gone ice skating on their used period soaked pads. I'm talking all over the floors, the walls, the stalls, the mirrors, the sinks,

New Year's Eve, 2010. After a very nice pre-game of oysters and champagne, mistercharles and I got on the #1 bus in Cambridge to head back to Boston to properly Auld Lang Syne. As we got on the bus, the driver barked, "All the way back", which didn't seem meaningful until I glanced to my right and stopped so

Ex girlfriend and I are hiking with our puppy in Tahoe on a long trail to an east shore beach. Super idyllic, until a we hear a weird slapping/punching sound. Pass a tree only about 40 feet downhill of the trail, in completely full view, and see a guy hunched over it with one hand on the trunk and the other beating

The Folsom Street Fair is fetish street fair that happens in San Francisco every year. I worked on Folsom street so every year I got to walk through it. There's a lot of muscle guys in leather and old guys with something injected in their balls to make them look huge, stuff like that. The grossest thing I ever saw