Memories Cycle 2 - WINNER ANNOUNCED
http://i.imgur.com/ebrUXkK.png After being asked and feeling a bit nostalgic, I've decided to bring back a second cycle of this fabulously fun couples modeling competition! This competition is a...
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Asking celebrities for naughty stories and pics to go with them?
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You perverts.
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A3 - Naughty sims being naughty
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You perverts.
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A3 - Naughty sims being naughty
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Damiels version of events.
You really want to know how naughty we can be?
Well, there's been several occasions, but I think I'll go with the one that was the most fun, and where we did get caught, but not in a way you'd expect.
Have you ever been to the Windenburg Music Festival? It's on that island, and there's a nice campsite for the artists. Sure, camping is fun, and so is mucking about in tents. But all the tents are so close to each other, and the people four tents over can hear everything you say... or do.
On that night when Diva was the final act, when everyone was crowded around the main stage, and most of the artists were too, or watching from the wings. Sasha and I slipped away, thinking that we'd get at least 40 minutes alone in the campsite. But no. It wasn't to be. Others had decided to hang out in the campsite, to listen to Diva, without all the crowd.
Sasha took my hand, and lead me down to the beach. The sun was setting, and the view was pretty, the sunset looked good too. We took off our shoes, and then she ran off, stripping off as she ran towards the water. It wasn't until she threw her bra at me, that I realised just how much she was taking off, and did the same. I did have a brief worry that someone might be watching, but the beach was empty. She dove into the water, and started swimming out towards one of the nearby islands. It's pretty much empty, other than some ruins, bushes and grass... Clever girl.
I won't tell you what we did on that island, that part I'll leave up to your imagination. It was fully night when we swam back in the moonlight. Back to the beach, only to find that our clothes weren't there! And we could hear the campsite: everyone was back.
Sasha just laughed, said, “I've got an idea!”and lead the way again. This time through bushes, to where the showers were located. All but one was empty, and someone was in there singing. It was pure luck that we were able to sneak in, and grab some towels, without anyone seeing us. But then we had to walk back across the campsite wearing only those towels.
Sasha has a level of confidence that I've not seen in anyone else. If there'd been no towels, she probably would have still walked into camp, without anything on!
At our tent, we found our clothes, neatly folded, just inside the door. We're yet to find out who moved them, but it means that someone knew where we'd gone, and knew that we'd be coming back to camp without any clothes.
And before anyone asks, I guess you could say we like it rough... Rocks, scratchy grass, uneven ground, sticks that poke you in the back, insects that leave you with bitemarks, and sand in all the wrong places.
https://68.media.tumblr.com/ce1282727542e515f688dfb1b354265b/tumblr_os78xulIoV1v2n804o2_1280.jpg
Damiels version of events.
You really want to know how naughty we can be?
Well, there's been several occasions, but I think I'll go with the one that was the most fun, and where we did get caught, but not in a way you'd expect.
Have you ever been to the Windenburg Music Festival? It's on that island, and there's a nice campsite for the artists. Sure, camping is fun, and so is mucking about in tents. But all the tents are so close to each other, and the people four tents over can hear everything you say... or do.
On that night when Diva was the final act, when everyone was crowded around the main stage, and most of the artists were too, or watching from the wings. Sasha and I slipped away, thinking that we'd get at least 40 minutes alone in the campsite. But no. It wasn't to be. Others had decided to hang out in the campsite, to listen to Diva, without all the crowd.
Sasha took my hand, and lead me down to the beach. The sun was setting, and the view was pretty, the sunset looked good too. We took off our shoes, and then she ran off, stripping off as she ran towards the water. It wasn't until she threw her bra at me, that I realised just how much she was taking off, and did the same. I did have a brief worry that someone might be watching, but the beach was empty. She dove into the water, and started swimming out towards one of the nearby islands. It's pretty much empty, other than some ruins, bushes and grass... Clever girl.
I won't tell you what we did on that island, that part I'll leave up to your imagination. It was fully night when we swam back in the moonlight. Back to the beach, only to find that our clothes weren't there! And we could hear the campsite: everyone was back.
Sasha just laughed, said, “I've got an idea!”and lead the way again. This time through bushes, to where the showers were located. All but one was empty, and someone was in there singing. It was pure luck that we were able to sneak in, and grab some towels, without anyone seeing us. But then we had to walk back across the campsite wearing only those towels.
Sasha has a level of confidence that I've not seen in anyone else. If there'd been no towels, she probably would have still walked into camp, without anything on!
At our tent, we found our clothes, neatly folded, just inside the door. We're yet to find out who moved them, but it means that someone knew where we'd gone, and knew that we'd be coming back to camp without any clothes.
And before anyone asks, I guess you could say we like it rough... Rocks, scratchy grass, uneven ground, sticks that poke you in the back, insects that leave you with bitemarks, and sand in all the wrong places.
