Вопрос: Как завязывать тогу?

The toga is probably the most comfortable and sex charged clothing item a man can wear. If you go commando, your junk dangles free, like nature intended a man’s junk to hang. The toga is long enough to keep your junk discretely hidden. While at the same time, if you’re in a cheeky mood, you can easily flash your junk and give someone an eye popping sample of just how precious my jewels are. 

Such a shame it’s a little bit out of fashion by about 2000 years. I would wear a toga all the time if I could, apart from one time. I wouldn’t be seen dead wearing a toga at a toga party. There’s no reason why, I just like to be quirky.

This just prompted me to recall the time I pranked my mate Mark. I talked my mates into pretending a friend of ours had decided to throw a theme party in a couple of weeks time. The theme was, butlers and French maids, the twist was, the men were the maids and the women were the butlers. The plan of the fake party was to start the night out at a bar in Manchester City Centre. The intention being it would add a bit of fun if we all went out in public in our costumes for a few drinks, then all go back to our friend’s house to finish the party off there.

In order to make sure he would be dressed full on with a wig, slutty makeup, mini skirt, fishnets, feather duster, the works, even fake tits, I casually mentioned the party and asked how he was going to dress. In return, I acted like we were sharing tips. I said I intended to go full on slutty maid and easily got him to agree to wearing a similar get up. 

Finally, the night arrived. We were to meet at a bar called Hortz at 9PM, if memory serves me well. 9PM, on a Saturday night, would mean the bar would be full. We all made sure to get there about an hour earlier, for strategic seating with maximum exposure. LOL A little after 9PM, we’re all sat and ready. Ever punctual, in walks my friend Mark dressed as the sluttiest French maid you ever saw. We had cameras, party poppers, silly string and whistles ready. The whistles blew, Mark got covered in confetti and silly string as the flashes from the cameras captured the moment. The entire bar naturally focused on the commotion we made. He knew straight away it was me who planned it.

Best prank I ever pulled on the bastard. He damn well knew it was me, for a good reason. About 2 months earlier, my phone rings and some dude is asking to speak to Marsha. Wrong number. A few seconds later, phone again. It’s the same dude asking for Marsha, Marsha Lixx. I ask what number he has, it’s my number. I tell him that he must have copied the number he wants incorrectly. «That’s impossible, I didn’t copy it, I read it directly from the ad.» he informs me. Ad? «Yes, the ad that was in a porn mag advertising the «private service» Marsha Lixx was offering at a very low price and the photo claimed to be genuine.» I called the publication to tell them of their misprint. According to their records, everything was correct. Then Marsha must have given the wrong number. In the end, I had to change my number by the end of the week, because of the amount of calls I was getting. 

The day after I changed my number, Mark calls. «Why did you change your number? I heard you decided on a new career, but the workload was too much.»  Odd thing to say, I’m thinking. BAM! Penny drops. I wind Mark up all the damn time and call him Marsha. He generally hated it when I did. Since he’s one my best mates, I did it even more when I saw it pissed him off a bit. So, he got even. As a result of this, I owned his ass with my revenge. Do you know, it actually tastes sweet. lol

Damn, my group of friends are insane, now that I think about it. I wrote a wall of words because I’m a writer. It’s kind of what we do. Hope you enjoyed reading it. lol

people saying: only prostitutes wear togas and blablabla, nobody cares. This video is for a COSTUME PARTY! you know? Just for fun! Most of the dresses nowadays are worst than that. Why are you even shocked? lol