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03 March 2010
Introducing Oxford Memories
Following right along from our last posting, your friendly old Exile has to admit that his days as a serious philanderer are probably numbered to put it at its best. This being so, and given that reverie is probably a more realistic option than ambition, lets take a trip down memory lane shall we?

The number of Oxbridge students who are chronicling their sex lives seems to be growing by the minute and has awoken memories of Oxford in the early to mid-1980s. Somerville, St. Hugh's, St. Hilda's, the Oxford and Country Secretarial College, all those wonderful institutions that provided rest and recreation to the men of my time - they are coming alive once again in my mind.

Starting next week let's think back to a time when the summers were as hot as the university's maidens, when the labias glistened moistly in eager anticipation of the tongues that were about to explore their inner recesses, and when the cocks stood hard and tall as they considered the shinings to come.

The fucking memories series will start next Wednesday!

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2 Comments:

Stop it. I already feel old enough.

3 March 2010 at 08:29  

A man is only as old as the woman he feels...

3 March 2010 at 10:52  

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