OK, we can be coy about this as much as we want, but the truth is that for many of us there is indeed a fine line between ("Inhibitions? WTF is an inhibition?" And "Who am I, and do I have a workable penis?"] The trick lies in knowing where that line is, in the event. Originally Posted by WillenTrue, except I'd change that last part to "Who am I and why don't I have a workable penis?" I once had the hottest, most perfect piece of Columbian ass in my bed and she was willing to do anything and everything. When it came down to business time, Junior went on vacation. I'd drank one too many cervazas that day and it cost me perhaps the greatest fuck of my life. So now if I'm going to play, there's no alcohol until playtime is over.
Cheers!