Revenge Porn: What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted

[Fiery Jack]

Just heard a programme on BBC radio Woman's Hour (I listen to it to know how modern birds think, so I can come across as sensitive when I'm on the pull) about revenge porn: amateur porn sites where blokes stick up photos of ex-birds or ex-wives sucking them off and whatnot without the bird's direct permission. All the feminist birds are getting their sensible knickers in a right twist about it.

 

Anyway, I started wondering: if I was a bird (long shot, I know, but bear with me a tad) knew that any ex-feller of mine with whom I'd had an acrimonious split was in current possession of spread beaver shots of me, I'd be shitting myself. I'd want then destroyed, I think, certainly not shown to mates in pubs or displayed on the internet.

 

I'm sure no one's got any nude pics of me: no one would want such materials. A German bloke I once worked with used to show me pictures of his Chinese missus sucking him off. Then he asked me if I fancied a threesome with them. I said no. She was quite tasty, but he was a pillhead alcoholic weirdo (the last one bothered me), worked for the German government, and seemed a bit 'lavender' so I reckon he'd have been after some ‘Fiery Jack Back Door Action’ once we'd got down to business, so f*ck that.

 

A randy Irish backpacker bird I shagged in London once back let me take some photos of her with her tits out (knickers still on) on my new digital camera as a ‘souvenir’, but she made me erase all of them right in front of her the next morning when she'd sobered up. She got in a right strop about it, I recall. Obviously an alkie. I lost the camera in a pub a few nights later anyway.

 

And in Hong Kong I once took some polaroid photos (that's how long ago it was) (the mama san let me rent the polaroid camera along with the bird for a few extra dollars) of a Cambodian tart sucking me off and sticking a wee complementary shampoo bottle thing up her arse in a hotel room and brought them through customs back to Japan. But I panicked when I got back to Japan and burnt them, frightened my missus (I was married back then: first wife — the rotten two-faced lying bitch one; not the lovely one that died) would find them and go mad. Wish I'd kept the f*ckers now. She was a gorgeous little thing. Bit chubby, but a lovely smile and massive tits on her. Spoke a few words of English too. Moong, she was called, I remember. So sweet. My heart aches like an old retired steam engine raised on cinder blocks when I think about those days and nights.

 

Anyone got incriminating snaps of you 'in action' or vice versa?

 

jack

[bust]

I remember recording a session with an old gf 's (Indonesian) phone. Went to pick her up from work the next day and there she was standing around with her manager and other staff watching it.

[cavanami]

If you do good work...be proud of it...555

[bust]

it was an 8 second video from start to finish.....

[Coss]

I have to ask, were they standing around watching it in horror? or admiration?

[bust]

Bewilderment probably better describes it.