What do you think about when you're making love?

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thomas

the tank engine
Location
Woking/Norwich
One of the answers to this sort of question with the UEA sex survey was along the lines of

"the sex was so bad that I started thinking about what would go in the perfect sandwich....after eventually deciding I stopped and went to make it" :blush:
 
If I had a Cervelo Soloist, riding it is only the second thing I'd do with it!

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colly

Re member eR
Location
Leeds
I suppose it depends at what stage of the process.

At the beginning , the road ahead, the ups and downs, the 'difficult' sections where I anticipate a lot of straining and huffing and puffing, once into the swing of things and settling down to a nice pace maybe the view, apprecation of what I have to hand, perhaps that will lead to a period of growing fatigue and comtemplation of why am I doing this.
Then we get onto the latter stages all that seems to occupy the mind is getting to the finish line, to finally being able to climb off and take a break, blessed rest and recuperation, discussion of the recent events with your companion and even making plans for the next jaunt.

:blush:
 
It's been so long I don't remember, and it looks like it'll be a while before I get the chance to find out again.

I did however fall asleep while in action once. And woke up on the floor.
 
This:

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ComedyPilot

Secret Lemonade Drinker
Hannah Gordon, Felicity Kendal, Lesley Judd and Floella Bejamin to get things going.

Once the warm up has finished I move on to Sharron Davies and Angela Rippon; bit of a phwoarr with a sprinkling bit of whoa boy thrown in for good measure.

To help things stay on track so I don't get too excited, Jordan, Posh and Graham Norton pop along.

If I flag a bit, Dervla Kirwan and Davina McCall run on from the subs bench, but there's always Gordon Brown and Anne Widdicombe in case of 'Emergency' to put the flames out.

Home straight now, Nell McAndrew and Melanie Sykes are egging me on, from their vantage point in a kiddy's pool full of jelly.

With my chest heaving, pulse racing and a firm grip on the bedsheets with my toes I approach the goal of my efforts, and am greeted by Susan Boyle feeding her cat in her housecoat.
 
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