Late last night me and a couple of pals went walk about around the beach resort. It was quite late and we're all coca cola'd up..

 

We found a massage shop open with 4 lovely young women sat outside, so we naturally went in to dip our toes..

 

I went for the full body service, I don't need to give all the gory details but you lot know what's up. We paid the girls then left. 

 

About 5 minutes later my massage girl came running down the street accusing me of stealing her phone.. flabbergasted I said 'what the hell are you on about, look, I have the lastest and greatest smartphone here of my own.'

 

She demanded that I empty my pockets and show her what's inside my bag, to which I outright refused unless I could call the police and have them write a report.. I almost started filming her but she had already turned her back on me and started walking back towards the shop..

 

She declined my offer and stormed off in a big huff.

 

Dizzy cow probably lost it or misplaced it when she was 'servicing' me...

 

3 more days till I'm back home in safe, clean Kobe.

 

Thr Don.

You obviously looked shady, maybe one of your friends took it

18 minutes ago, Don Giovanni said:

 

 

I stole her phone.

 

 

good to hear... now you will be able to take pics.

Late last night, me and a couple of my pillow-biting mates went walkabout around the beach resort. It was quite late and we were all coca cola’d up, giggling like naughty little schoolboys and feeling a little too fabulous for our own good.

 

We stumbled upon a massage shop still open, with four toned young men sitting outside in see-through tight shorts, oiled up and their sausages glowing under the streetlights. Naturally, we couldn’t resist. We exchanged a few suggestive looks and sashayed right in to dip more than just our toes.

 

I went for the full body service with two blokes, one gobbling my knob and the other gagging me with his and, while I don’t need to go into ALL the juicy details, let’s just say tongues were roaming and boundaries were politely ignored. You lot know the score. We slipped them their tips with a wink-wink and a bung-eating grin, then floated out of there feeling relaxed and ever so slightly naughty.

 

About five minutes later, one of my massage guys came jogging, shirtless no less, down the street, accusing me of stealing his phone. I was gobsmacked. “What on earth are you on about, girlfriend?” I said. “Darling, I’ve already got the latest model and it vibrates even stronger than your todger ever could.”

 

He insisted I empty my pockets and then open my zipper and let him have another sniff. I refused, unless we could call the police and make it official, after all, if we’re doing drama, I want it documented. I nearly pulled out my phone to film the whole scene, but he spun on his heels, shook his tight rump, and stormed off in a dramatic little diva strut back to the shop.

 

He declined my offer to make a porn-video together and left in a proper huff.

 

Dizzy queen probably left it under the towel while he was busy working my glutes like his life depended on it.

 

Three more days till I’m back home in safe, clean Essex, where the boys are classy and the massages come with scented candles.

 

The Dink.

4 minutes ago, scubascuba3 said:

You obviously looked shady, maybe one of your friends took it

No, they didn't.

 

We all have good phones and we are all well off.

 

Why would they??

 

The Don

2 minutes ago, FriscoKid said:

Late last night, me and a couple of my pillow-biting pals went walkabout around the beach resort. It was quite late and we were all coca cola’d up, giggling like naughty little schoolboys and feeling a little too fabulous for our own good.

 

We stumbled upon a massage shop still open, with four toned young men sitting outside in see-through tight shorts, oiled up and their sausages glowing under the streetlights. Naturally, we couldn’t resist. We exchanged a few suggestive looks and sashayed right in to dip more than just our toes.

 

I went for the full body service with two blokes, one gobbling my knob and the other gagging me with his and, while I don’t need to go into ALL the juicy details, let’s just say tongues were roaming and boundaries were politely ignored. You lot know the score. We slipped them their tips with a wink and a grin, then floated out of there feeling relaxed and ever so slightly naughty.

 

About five minutes later, one of my massage guys came jogging—shirtless—down the street, accusing me of stealing his phone. I was gobsmacked. “What on earth are you on about, girlfriend?” I said. “Darling, I’ve already got the latest model and it vibrates even stronger than your todger ever could.”

 

He insisted I empty my pockets and then open my zipper and let him have another sniff. I refused, unless we could call the police and make it official, after all, if we’re doing drama, I want it documented. I nearly pulled out my phone to film the whole scene, but he spun on his heels and stormed off in a dramatic little diva strut back to the shop.

 

He declined my offer and left in a proper huff.

 

Dizzy queen probably left it under the towel while he was busy working my glutes like his life depended on it.

 

Three more days till I’m back home in safe, clean Essex, where the boys are classy and the massages come with scented candles.

 

The Dink.

Brilliant.

 

Full marks for that one!

 

The Don.

3 minutes ago, Don Giovanni said:

No, they didn't.

 

We all have good phones and we are all we'll off.

 

Why would they??

 

The Don

No doubt you took it, maybe for a laugh. Your pals no doubt are aware that you often put.$hit on 'working girls'Arrogant Don, dream on Corleone. lol

 

As Jethro Tull said. "Meanwhile Back in the Year One....". 

31 minutes ago, FriscoKid said:

Late last night, me and a couple of my pillow-biting mates went walkabout around the beach resort. It was quite late and we were all coca cola’d up, giggling like naughty little schoolboys and feeling a little too fabulous for our own good.

 

We stumbled upon a massage shop still open, with four toned young men sitting outside in see-through tight shorts, oiled up and their sausages glowing under the streetlights. Naturally, we couldn’t resist. We exchanged a few suggestive looks and sashayed right in to dip more than just our toes.

 

I went for the full body service with two blokes, one gobbling my knob and the other gagging me with his and, while I don’t need to go into ALL the juicy details, let’s just say tongues were roaming and boundaries were politely ignored. You lot know the score. We slipped them their tips with a wink-wink and a bung-eating grin, then floated out of there feeling relaxed and ever so slightly naughty.

 

About five minutes later, one of my massage guys came jogging, shirtless no less, down the street, accusing me of stealing his phone. I was gobsmacked. “What on earth are you on about, girlfriend?” I said. “Darling, I’ve already got the latest model and it vibrates even stronger than your todger ever could.”

 

He insisted I empty my pockets and then open my zipper and let him have another sniff. I refused, unless we could call the police and make it official, after all, if we’re doing drama, I want it documented. I nearly pulled out my phone to film the whole scene, but he spun on his heels, shook his tight rump, and stormed off in a dramatic little diva strut back to the shop.

 

He declined my offer to make a porn-video together and left in a proper huff.

 

Dizzy queen probably left it under the towel while he was busy working my glutes like his life depended on it.

 

Three more days till I’m back home in safe, clean Essex, where the boys are classy and the massages come with scented candles.

 

The Dink.

That sounds like the original Bob, only better!

 

35 minutes ago, FriscoKid said:

Late last night, me and a couple of my pillow-biting mates went walkabout around the beach resort. It was quite late and we were all coca cola’d up, giggling like naughty little schoolboys and feeling a little too fabulous for our own good.

 

We stumbled upon a massage shop still open, with four toned young men sitting outside in see-through tight shorts, oiled up and their sausages glowing under the streetlights. Naturally, we couldn’t resist. We exchanged a few suggestive looks and sashayed right in to dip more than just our toes.

 

I went for the full body service with two blokes, one gobbling my knob and the other gagging me with his and, while I don’t need to go into ALL the juicy details, let’s just say tongues were roaming and boundaries were politely ignored. You lot know the score. We slipped them their tips with a wink-wink and a bung-eating grin, then floated out of there feeling relaxed and ever so slightly naughty.

 

About five minutes later, one of my massage guys came jogging, shirtless no less, down the street, accusing me of stealing his phone. I was gobsmacked. “What on earth are you on about, girlfriend?” I said. “Darling, I’ve already got the latest model and it vibrates even stronger than your todger ever could.”

 

He insisted I empty my pockets and then open my zipper and let him have another sniff. I refused, unless we could call the police and make it official, after all, if we’re doing drama, I want it documented. I nearly pulled out my phone to film the whole scene, but he spun on his heels, shook his tight rump, and stormed off in a dramatic little diva strut back to the shop.

 

He declined my offer to make a porn-video together and left in a proper huff.

 

Dizzy queen probably left it under the towel while he was busy working my glutes like his life depended on it.

 

Three more days till I’m back home in safe, clean Essex, where the boys are classy and the massages come with scented candles.

 

The Dink.

Fabulous!

58 minutes ago, Don Giovanni said:

Late last night me and a couple of pals went walk about around the beach resort. It was quite late and we're all coca cola'd up..

 

We found a massage shop open with 4 lovely young women sat outside, so we naturally went in to dip our toes..

 

I went for the full body service, I don't need to give all the gory details but you lot know what's up. We paid the girls then left. 

 

About 5 minutes later my massage girl came running down the street accusing me of stealing her phone.. flabbergasted I said 'what the hell are you on about, look, I have the lastest and greatest smartphone here of my own.'

 

She demanded that I empty my pockets and show her what's inside my bag, to which I outright refused unless I could call the police and have them write a report.. I almost started filming her but she had already turned her back on me and started walking back towards the shop..

 

She declined my offer and stormed off in a big huff.

 

Dizzy cow probably lost it or misplaced it when she was 'servicing' me...

 

3 more days till I'm back home in safe, clean Kobe.

 

Thr Don.

 

 

Have you checked your rectal cavity?

'She demanded that I empty my pockets and show her what's inside my bag'

 

Would this be your handbag 👜?

1 hour ago, Don Giovanni said:

3 more days till I'm back home in safe, clean Kobe.

 

Bon Voyage!

1 minute ago, CanadaSam said:

 

Bon Voyage!

Don't worry, I'll be back..

 

The Don

A personal attack has been removed

I would be more concerned on the disease, virus one can catch with prostitutes in general.

 

3 minutes ago, Middle Aged Grouch said:

I would be more concerned on the disease, virus one can catch with prostitutes in general.

 

Fantasies are disease free though 😆

5 minutes ago, Middle Aged Grouch said:

I would be more concerned on the disease, virus one can catch with prostitutes in general.

 

Thats why I clean my schlong with mouth wash after penetration.

Just now, Ralf001 said:

 

Thats why I clean my schlong with mouth wash after penetration.

 

 

Don't use the flavoured ones.................only Listerine original has the alcohol content to clear the detritus from your member.

Just now, hotandsticky said:

 

 

Don't use the flavoured ones.................only Listerine original has the alcohol content to clear the detritus from your member.

is there any other than listerine ?

The Pub is a place for casual chat, jokes, and the occasional wild story. A bit of banter is part of the fun.

But there’s a line, and some are crossing it.

 

If you’re hanging around just to throw digs or launch personal attacks at another member every time they post, that’s not banter — that’s bullying. Like any good bar, if you can’t keep it respectful, you’ll be asked to leave.

If someone’s content isn’t your thing, scroll on. Persistently targeting another member will lead to a loss of posting privileges.

 

Let’s keep The Pub lively — not toxic.

9 minutes ago, CharlieH said:

The Pub is a place for casual chat, jokes, and the occasional wild story. A bit of banter is part of the fun.

But there’s a line, and some are crossing it.

 

If you’re hanging around just to throw digs or launch personal attacks at another member every time they post, that’s not banter — that’s bullying. Like any good bar, if you can’t keep it respectful, you’ll be asked to leave.

If someone’s content isn’t your thing, scroll on. Persistently targeting another member will lead to a loss of posting privileges.

 

Let’s keep The Pub lively — not toxic.

Very well said, Charlie 👍 

 

The Don.

Off topic posts removed.

2 hours ago, Ralf001 said:

is there any other than listerine ?

CHLORHEXIDINE 

You might want to bite down on your pillow if you pour this on your member. 😖😢

4 hours ago, Ralf001 said:

 

good to hear... now you will be able to take pics.

Oh, I expect the battery will be flat, it always is!

 

Trouble does seem to follow our Bob around doesn't it?

13 minutes ago, JAG said:

Oh, I expect the battery will be flat, it always is!

 

Trouble does seem to follow our Bob around doesn't it?

his gopro is ok though............... 

20 minutes ago, PopGun said:

CHLORHEXIDINE 

You might want to bite down on your pillow if you pour this on your member. 😖😢

Can i buy at the 7-11 ?

2 minutes ago, Ralf001 said:

Can i buy at the 7-11 ?

Pharmacy 😎

4 minutes ago, PopGun said:

Pharmacy 😎

Nice. thanks.

 

will check it.

1 hour ago, JAG said:

Oh, I expect the battery will be flat, it always is!

 

Trouble does seem to follow our Bob around doesn't it?

It does not follow Bob as he creates the fables and tall tales himself.

In his prime Bob, in his various guises, was at least mildly amusing.

But now?