Pegging

Seeing as though it's Valentines night in a few days, I was wondering about letting the Mrs give me a good pegging.

Looking for advice.

Any Do's and Dont's?

 

over to you S D

 

hate it when people get the best fishing spots

 

and here's us thinking you were the oracle on such matters lol

 

make sure she isn't ordering from the back of the catalogue #passthepillow

 

The wife's just asked me where I'm taking her for valentines day! Apparently from behind wasn't the answer she was looking for

 

My suggestion would be start with the standard tromboning, then move when ready into the Dirty Bristow, then when sphincter prepared with lube, let her slot in chosen weapon til prostate says no more. Have a big **** first though. Clear the decks.

 

Just googled pegging.

Wish i hadn't.

 

First ironing then pegging...turning into a real laundry weekend this

 

Store up a decent fart...anything to further enhance the romance and all that

 

I did too at first thought it might be something to do with washing line pegs, but omg it worse

 

lol quality work ha ha

 

tomorrow's lessons are on dusting and vacuuming ...... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

Me n’all
I’d rather hang the washing out.

 

Happy to pass on my knowledge on any other skill you may need some help with.

Not tried pegging yet, so thought I’d open it up to the BBS. On average 1 in 50 men like pegging, so there’s at least 200 peggees on here.

 

imagine if your other half is called Peg, then it would be Peg in pegging

 

Actually this just reminded me of a thread on BBS #2 circa 2000 ish where someone brought up the topic of what to do with one's itchy ring piece and I recall Windy had a mate who scratched his with his front door key. Hence the phrase, 'Out with the Chubb'

 

Pegging is actually a game played by cricketers on their annual end of season tour to Broughty Ferry. It takes place in the Ferry pubs each evening, and consists of secretly attaching plastic clothes pegs to the unsuspecting victims' attire, without them noticing. Afterwards, the cricketers stand around in groups, pointing and giggling. As such, it's a very intellectual game requiring a great deal of maturity to be successful. The winner is voted on each evening by the group. I won once by successfully placing a peg on the aerial of a bouncer's walkie-talkie. A key rule is that the action of pegging has to be unsolicited - requests by people (usually but not necessarily female) to have pegs placed in unusual locations don't count.

A pegged victim can, once he discovers his fate, retrieve the situation by return-pegging his pegger, and then bringing this to the attention of the judging panel before the original pegger notices. Some victims become so successful at this that they often get asked to join the peggers the next evening. Transfer fees of several pints have been paid for such recruitment.

One challenge faced by the competitors is the availability of pegs. The last time I played, all the shops in Broughty Ferry sold out of clothes pegs. The facial expressions of the shop assistants when confronted with yet another "Do you sell clothes pegs?" request is almost impossible to reproduce.

Subsequent attempts to introduce the game to Barnsley town centre on Black Friday were unsuccessful, and had to be abandoned due to a spate of injuries.

 

I knew for some reason you’d be a pegger.