Has anyone actually had a "I'll be in my bunk" moment?

Inspired by this post by Shirley Ujest, and the resultant responses.

So have you seen someone so hot that you just couldn’t fight the uncontrollable urge and went off somewhere very quickly and “relieved” yourself? [Or some situation that completely turned you on] Porno movies don’t count BTW.

Yes. Only once. (And now that I think about it, for about 20 minutes, but not in 1960 ;)) Normally I wouldn’t fight it except that I was at work at the time and she was my officemate.

So you’ve got a bunk at work, eh?

In college, back in the 80s…there was a gril named…well, I can’t even spell it. She was from some wierd ass east europena country. But goddamn she was hot.

I was in a photo lab with her developing film. It was a small room, dark (obviously except for the red light…no pun intended by that) and warm. So at one point we ended up so close to each other I could feel her heartbeat.

It didn’t help that I was already taken with her… But I knew I had ZERO chances of even scoring a date. So I told her in the middle of our project “I gotta go.” and walked 6 blocks back to my bunk.

At a former job I had an extremely attractive, smoking-hot co-worker. We had already spent weeks flirting far more than was appropriate, but one day she decided she needed to show someone her brand-new nipple piercings, and I was the person she chose.


She was so hot I typed gril instead of girl.

So that’s what that means. That clears up a lot, actually.

There was a woman I used to work with that could have been a model. I’m totally serious. She had the looks, the body, the hair… everything. She was absolutely gorgeous. One day she came to work in the sexiest outfit I had ever seen.

After I finished my job in the office that day, I went to the bathroom for about 10 minutes.

Origin: Jayne Cobb (Firefly) - “I’ll be in my bunk.

I read that as “… She had the looks, the body hair, everything.”

I’m thinking “my word, the typical model has changed, hasn’t she”?

And happens to me several times at work. Doesn’t help that I’m in my mid 30s and most of my cow-orkers are in their early 20s, and all girls in their early 20s are teh hots.

Only one moment? The neighbor woman across the street. She likes to cut the grass. She likes to cut the grass in short shorts and with enthusiasm. She gets all sweaty cutting and trimming the grass.
Eileen, you will be mine. Oh yes.

Come on Spring…

In my experience, if a woman that’s been flirting with you shows you her breasts, then you don’t need to masturbate.

Obligatory Dexys Midnight Runners reference.

Come on Eileen has a slightly different context, no?

That was my first thought as well…

Let’s just say that wasn’t an option.

Yes, the night I met my partner. But instead of going back to my “bunk” alone, I took him with me.

I was 15 and working at a sound and lighting company. We did concert sound and mobile disco rentals. Sometimes folks would come in to rent lighting, mirror balls and the like. A woman came in to rent some stuff, and I was genuinely made weak at the knees, and instantly erect. The thing was, she must have been 6’ 3", and perfectly proportioned for it (is calling a woman like that an “Amazon” non-PC now?)

I did and said nothing, and doubt I would have been able to say anything sensible if I had. It was made worse by being a huge geek with no experience with women (I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 19).

I’m 6’ tall, and have never been with a woman my height or better. Most have been in the 5’ to 5’8" range.

No, I didn’t have a bunk available.

That’s how I read it… mmm, hairy models…