The day when for a spine X-ray, a nurse told me to take off all my clothes and keep only my underwear down. I was a little perplexed, I found myself practically naked (and especially topless) in this cabin where we change before the radio. Not particularly embarrassed but I didn't understand why I had to be so scantily dressed when the principle of the radio is that it passes through, and I had no metal parts on my clothes. When the doctor (an intern, I think, not much older than me) opened the door to pick me up, he turned red from chin to ears and rolled his eyes. "You don't have a t-shirt?" he asked, and I never knew if it was to confirm that I was naked,

He laughed, scratched the back of his head, his face still flushed. He told me to put something back upstairs and closed the door to let me change. Believe it or not, it wasn't the same doctor who came to get me and gave me the x-ray.

It was my first topless conversation with a stranger, and believe it or not once again, but I was far less embarrassed than him!

It didn't happen to me, but to a friend! I swear!

At the Sports Center of our university, he enters the exercise room and settles on an exercise bike. He didn't choose ((he says!), but he is in front of a beautiful and energetic young student.

He no longer knows where to put his eyes: some of his voluptuous advantages (hers!) are wiggling under his t-shirt because she puts so much effort into pedaling!

Feeling observed, she gives him the look of a very upset tigress and changes her bike. This time, she turns her back on him; what she offers him now is no less fascinating! The regulation Sports Center shorts seem to have been sewn on her!

The boyfriend loses all countenance! There is at least one advantage: he can mate the tail's side shamelessly!

Being also in shorts, it is difficult to hide his excitement! Its pedaling is erratic! At least no one is watching him!

After a moment of delicious torture for him, the beauty leaves her bike and leaves the room, throwing him a last angry look. He looks away. Anyway, he no longer has enough blood in his brain to think!

It takes him some time to regain his senses. His blood flow eventually returns to the right path to fuel his common sense (!) and allow him to get up without creating a scandal.

He walks towards the men's locker room with still uncertain steps; he opens the door and there ... He finds himself face to face with the beauty who has just come out naked from the shower! He lets out an "Oops! Sorry!" and turns towards the door!

He barely had time to see that what he had imagined lived up to reality!

But the young woman rushes towards him waving all her assets angrily! She grabs him effectively by the neck and she kicks him out with a kick in the ass that he still remembers, many years later!

He told me about this memorable event about 6 years later. When I asked him if he was still ashamed of his mistake, he said, "She really hurt my coccyx, damn it! She had to play on the soccer team to have such a powerful kick!" But I have no regrets! I have never since seen such perfect plastic in a woman!"

Even today, he assures me that he did not intentionally choose the wrong locker room. But he doesn't regret his "Oops, I went to the wrong door!" moment.

My friend and I were 14 or 15 years old. We wanted to go swimming, but we were a little complex by our teenage bodies. So we went to a small cove known only to locals, accessible only by scrambling through the rocks.

That day there was nobody. We bathed quietly. And even go so far as to take off our bikini top. Then, as we were about to leave, we saw a man patting himself happily hidden behind a rock watching us.

Never again one like the other reiterated the bare breast. And then they say that women become prudes! 

Just a fight. Two guys who started fighting, apparently over a girl. We had to stop the film and light the room to separate them. Everyone wanted to show that he was a "real" man, that he was not going to let it go. And yes! It's also true that there are women who like it. “Two men fighting for me, I love it.” I have heard this refrain several times. Let's say these have any price in the literal sense then. Anyway, luckily I had my popcorn to pass the time.

In the 80s there was the cinema festival, we paid 18 francs for a session, i.e. 3 euros, and then for 1 franc, the equivalent of 15 euro cents, we could then see as many films as we wanted. I was 12 years old and I was already a cinema fan and my mother for the very first time dropped me off alone without my big brother in front of the cinema with a 50 franc ticket, which was a lot at the time. I placed myself in the queue and started to queue and I noticed a funny guy behind me who was watching me with a dirty eye, and then it was my turn I took out my ticket and there he took me by the collar took me out of the queue and stripped me of my money in good and due form. I was very afraid. He said to me “you're lucky I'm nice I'll leave you 20 francs” we went to make some change he gave me my 20 bucks then went to the cinema. That day I walked home without going to see any movies, I was so scared and ashamed. I wanted a lot. I must have taken two hours to get back because it was quite far and when I arrived my mother was surprised that I was there so early and I told her that I had just seen a movie and that was enough for me. Today still more than 30 years later she still does not know the truth. I must have taken two hours to get back because it was quite far and when I arrived my mother was surprised that I was there so early and I told her that I had just seen a movie and that was enough for me. Today still more than 30 years later she still does not know the truth. I must have taken two hours to get back because it was quite far and when I arrived my mother was surprised that I was there so early and I told her that I had just seen a movie and that was enough for me. Today still more than 30 years later she still does not know the truth.

It's not a really thrilling story… But let's go!

I was a child (maybe 6 years old) and I had to have my ears operated on due to a rather serious problem if not treated. I had the right to general anesthesia, fortunately.

But when I woke up, the side effects of the anesthesia arrived… I started vomiting on my bed in what must have been the restroom, so I cried and screamed asking for my mother.

Then a nurse arrived barely 10 seconds after that, and started to curse… I don't remember exactly her words but they hurt me a little, they were sentences like "It's not possible that, couldn't you hold back a little? », « stop shouting it's good there, you're going to see your mother »… All that with a deceptively soft voice, in short, quite demeaning and almost creepy. I don't remember what happened next, maybe she cleaned up my vomit while bitching?

It may not have been very impressive, but the duty of a health professional is still to reassure patients and not to belittle them. This woman was a little unfair with a simple child who was a little lost.

In June of last year, I moved into a new apartment. After having made the inventory, problems are highlighted and the notary took things in hand to put me in touch with an electrician and a plumber. The meeting with the electrician went very well, but I wouldn't say the same for the plumber.

To start, I had to practically harass this professional to get an appointment, he tried to tell me he was coming but never gave me dates and/or times. After a month of fighting with his answering machine, I spoke to my notary to tell him that it was not professional on his part (I had a problem with the security group of my water heater, which was leaking and it had to be urgent). Following this, I left a last voicemail for the plumber a few days later, telling him that if I didn't make an appointment quickly, I would contact another plumber and that he would surely lose the firm's contract. of a notary with whom he was in contact (I understood that the plumber in question relied on the clients given by the notaries and that he had no prospecting to do to find new customers). The pressure shot worked, I had my appointment.

The days go by, he arrives at my house on the agreed date. He arrives more than an hour late. I remain to understand, craftsmen are also often dependent on the vagaries of their profession.

But there the problems continue. He does not understand where my plumbing problem comes from, adds me parts where there is no need, and unclogs the toilets with a professional liquid when the basic problem was the water heater. When he unclogs the toilets, he puts it everywhere, I mean really everywhere. It does not clean, it stains my floor and its product attacks my wooden shelf which was next to it.

Following this massacre, he wrapped the security group of my water heater with heavy construction tape and left without explaining what he did, without speaking to me and even less apologizing for the inconvenience caused. . I also point out that he kept looking at my cleavage, never looked me in the eye and had sexist thoughts throughout the procedure.

A few days later I notice that my basic problem is still there. My security group is leaking, through the big tape, and on top of that, I've lost pressure.

I talk to my notary (who must hate me now), and she tells me that it's not the first time they've had problems with him and that she puts me in touch with another plumber faster (and it went very well).

Here is my very first experience with a plumber. I knew that not everyone was like that, but I had to fight for a total of 6 months to finally get my problem noticed when I moved in fixed.

I was a consultant in a large firm. That day I had a big file to return. So I let my colleagues go to lunch to finish. I needed administrative information. In the middle of lunch hour, I doubted that an assistant would be available to communicate it to me. However, one of them was available on the corporate social network. So I sent her my request through this internal company chat, hoping that she could answer me quickly. My expectations were more than met. Not only did she answer me immediately, but also provided me with an additional document that I was going to need. She had just saved me precious time. So I thanked her very much for her help.

As soon as I received my thanks, she replied, thanking me in turn. Indeed the consultants had a bad reputation with the assistants. Few thanked them and acknowledged their work. Yet we need their help so badly! As I saw that my case was coming to an end thanks to her, I was much more relaxed. So I prolonged the exchange which was not long in deviating. I don't remember how either of them made a sexual innuendo. What is certain is that the other responded tit for tat. So much so that we started to warm up by chat, while we were each at our respective desks.

So much so that I was beginning to feel some excitement. I wrote to him that we had to stop there because I was starting to have a hard-on, which is quite embarrassing in a costume. Indeed, in all modesty, it shows! She replied that she did not believe me and since I do not like people to doubt my word, I suggested that she come to my office to check, thinking that she would never dare and that I could calm down.

Thirty seconds later, she opened the door to my office! I couldn't believe it! Not only did she dare to come, but she also said to me, looking at my fly: "so how are you getting hard? Go show it!". And since I'm a well-behaved boy, I lowered my fly and pulled out my cock. His wide-open eyes and mouth said a lot about his surprise!

As I am a natural player, I told myself that I too was going to dare, and outbid. So I said to him: "as long as you're here, take a photo for me to keep as a memory". I then handed her my smartphone, telling myself that she would run away. Well, not at all! Not only did she take the picture, but asked me to take a special break!

It was at the time when I worked for the security of an American airline company at CDG airport. We were contacted to inform us that a passenger had to be arrested when the plane arrived and the French police would be there. I was appointed to take care of her 2 children who accompanied her and to ensure that they were not traumatized by the operation. His offense? He simply undressed during the flight and was openly fondled in front of his said children and the rest of the passengers. He took the intervention of the captain assisted by several male passengers to sausage him in his seat and finally be able to put blankets on him to hide his body.

You can imagine that my intervention did not change much, the children were already deeply shocked. The little touch of humor, all the same, is the 13-year-old girl who tells me “oh well, for sure it's the last time we'll travel with him”

A connection in Athens for the Greek islands which is very delayed and no staff at the airport, not even those of my airline, were damned to be able to help me. Worse, some obviously did not want to help me, giving false and misguided instructions. They even went so far as to say to go and see the counter of the company, which was outside the transit zone, therefore outside Greek customs. I did well not to follow their advice since suddenly the flight was announced at the other end of the airport and I had to run not to miss it. Obviously, my checked baggage did not follow, given the level of incompetence of the staff at this international airport.

Yes, I didn't have any particular problems at airports. But at one time, I still systematically had my luggage which was blocked at a connection. Really, every flight, no exceptions. Glad they were never lost forever.