July 08, 2004
Couple has sex on stage during concert
(very likely NSFW)"As Kristopher Schau and his band C--shots were in the middle of their concert; a young couple entered the stage, stripped and had sex." Which is all very well, but the point of the post is - Where's the most unusual place you've . . y'know
Does not include where you'd like to do it. Sheesh. Wankers.
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In between customs areas at Narita Intl. Airport (Japan).
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I once received 'oral gratification' as I drove a car in France ...
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On stage - at a Creed concert!
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unusual, take a lap!
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On the stretcher in an ambulance being driven at highway speeds with lights and siren on.
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On a hang glider. With a hang glider.
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bathroom of a scottish train speeding along somewhere in the highlands.
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Under a kitchen sink with a tornado whipping around outside, thinking we were probably gonna die.
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On the observatory level here.
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At my office desk, in a near-hurricane tropical storm. Under no illusion that we would die any sort of large and permanent death.
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that's so hot... let's see, the weirdest place I've done it has to be a train station elevator...we just kept going up and down...it was funny (and gross in there)
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Fuck for Forest (NSFW)
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On my boss's desk, and of course a couple of good nature bones, one on a hiking trail in broad daylight.
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More from the Norwegian sex journalism front: Sex stunt people called in by the police Those two were a lot cuter when they were skyclad.
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In a car parked in the center divider on a major interstate.
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Either in the stairwell of the M.I.T. student center (and no, I wasn't a student there) or on top of the Caldecott Tunnel.
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You guys are amazing. The middle of a freeway? A hanglider? Wow. I feel so mundane. *refuses to spill*
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d'oh!
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Lost my virginity on the 50-yard line of a high school football field. Interestingly enough, I don't really care for sports.
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Of course, I was less than truthful about the hang glider. Would doing it on top of model airplane pieces count?
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tracicle, I also feel too boring to add to this thread. altho many would consider me a fearless sexual adventuress I've really never had sex in anyplace more interesting than average, ie in someone's backyard or in quasi-public (at burning man, which so does not count!) sort of place. obviously I have some work to do (oh goody!)
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Get a bluetooth phone. You'll be posting stories here in no time, from what I hear.
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You bunch of naughty monkeys, you! Why, the time when I... I... I think I'm gonna shut my mouth
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I was just reminded of a short encounter on a portaledge on El Cap by my ex. It was short because it's really hard to get decent leverage when you're bivvied 700 feet up.
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pete_best's mom's house
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With pete_best?
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In the recital hall when the organist was practising. The organist! Get it!? Heh . . .ehhhh.
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In another bed? In the back of a car? In the cellar of a church / with the door ajar?
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In her ear
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At night, on the hood of a car, parked next to PCH in Malibu. Cop caught us in the act and the bastard actually give me a parking ticket. As he wrote me up he chuckled to himself the whole time.
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In an airplane bathroom. Mile high club and all that.
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I remember it very clearly. 03:00 in the AM on a dark beach, navigating by the moonlight, standing on wet sand and shivering from an impromptu skinny-dip. Her best friend stood on some rocks nearby, naked, long blonde hair waving in the cold night wind, and I couldn't help but think she looked like a siren. For us, there was a surreal calm, and it seemed neither of us felt the cold. I held her bruised face in my hands and her boyfriend lay bleeding at my feet.
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cephilophile: you need to write the rest of the book. So far, it sounds like a film noire script.
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Pez, was that pre-Sept.11? If not, how did you engineer the actual rendezvous?
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This story redefines "rock out with your cock out"! Ok, i have been saying that too much lately.
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heh, okay path, I got carried away a bit. I stopped once I realised it was verging on erotica... pete_best: "Pez, was that pre-Sept.11? If not, how did you engineer the actual rendezvous?" This can still be achieved quite easily by flying in one of the many places in the world that's not 'America'. It's a big world out there.
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restaurant bathroom and the old blowjob in the car routine. Nothing special.
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Hmmmm, which one, which one........
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Pre-9/11. Man, that would be an interesting thing to try nowadays. Hadn't even occured to me. Wonder if it's still do-able? Meh. Cramped anyway.
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In the Fletcher Free Library - Burlington, Vermont. Spring 1974.... Ah first love, I miss you so!
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UP MY ASS.
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Ah ... I may have slightly misunderstood the question. Umm ... "golf course".
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Now, watch this drive...
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In a field near Cambridge, behind an enormous, breast-shaped tent in which a thousand or so people were dancing to very loud hip-hop. Somebody I'd been attracted to for months, but nothing had happened. We were drunk, we lay down on the grass, staring up at the night sky and the bungee jumping crane a few hundred feet above us. Suddenly - as an overweight, shouting man bounced up and down on some elastic above our heads, and the crowd went mental for some Missy - we were kissing, grabbing at each other's clothes, rolling around on the rain-soaked grass, not caring who saw us as we fumbled passionately for... Er. Ahem. Sorry, I got a bit... er... sorry. Anyway, not that unusual a place, but I mention it because the, er, act itself was never completed. Shockingly, staggeringly, horrifyingly, I actually got put into the Friend Zone during a sexual encounter. I still haven't recovered my mojo. *not actually sure I ever had a mojo*
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living room floor at my girlfriend's house, with no idea when her parents would get home. not that shocking, you say? well, her dad was a cop who collected guns. how's that? (ps i married her.)
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I am so pedestrian, booty-getting wise. The best I can do is "my own whirlpool tub."
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Fes, with some notable exceptions I think we *all* need to get out there and sex it up! Monkeys, we're all counting on you. Get your willing partner of choice and collect some "field data". Report back here. Well, don't just stand there - GO!
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Ok, several times at my various jobs (Once in the dressing room, during working hours, at a clothing boutique I once managed. Does that make me a bad manager?). In fact, my husband has made it his personal mission to do it at any place of employment either of us might have. Out on any given hiking trail, barely out of sight. On one occasion, we did it nine (yes, count them...nine times) in one day while we were hiking. On the beach (not my favorite place), in various cars in public (not while driving, mind you) or pulled over on the side of a road. My husband and I are big on going for day long road trips and finding good 'doin' it' spots, especially good are the ones that we might get caught at. In fact, the one I remember is with a former husband. We were in the mountains in our truck and exploring a variety of positions (with great difficulty). As I dressed and got in the driver's seat to leave I heard a loud whistle, clearly aimed at me. Talk about being exhilirated, freaked out and horrified at being caught. The one that I was the most freaked out about was when my husband decided a good place to try was between the second and third holes of the Palmer course at PGA West. It was under the bridge and we were in a golf cart. Another one was at a holiday family gathering at my parents house. We went behind the house and did it under my parents bedroom window. Once we did it in a friends spare bedroom and broke the bed. Good times, good times.
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Darshon wins. Nine times? How did you hike back? My wee-wee would have mutinied for that.
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We were young, hit our second wind, hiked all the way back to our apartment and crashed hard for about 24 hours.
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*clips Darshon's post, shows it to significant other, points several times to it*
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I have one ex who claimed to have 'christened' the Great Wall of China, and another ex who boasted about his experience in the Eiffel Tower. Neither adventure, regrettably, involved *me*. I only get to claim the beach, a car, my hot tub & swimming pool, and my parents' cabin. And I'm nearly a mile high club member.... Perhaps I've said too much...
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Up Quidnunc's ass.
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Oh! I just remembered. This is true, too. Canterbury Cathedral.
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I would never call my Fellow Monkeys LIERZ. But I would call them PRE-VERTS and SEX FEINDS. top of Teapot Dome; lookout on top of Trinity; lookout on top of Danskin; top of House Mtn.; on roof; on Agguire Hill favorite position?: Guess.
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Nostril is going straight to hell!:)
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Yes I am going to hell, and I'm looking forward to it. Particularly since hell is in fact a rather nice verdant valley in Israel. All my friends will be there, as will lots of really entertaining folks. We'll have a sing song. F8xmulder will be there, looking very embarrassed. There's more to the Canterbury Cathedral Shag story, but I will relate that another time.
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Do tell Nostradilmus ... Since posting above I've also remembered that I had a similar experience while sailing a boat on a relatively small lake ... in France. And in an outdoor hot-tub as the sun set behind Mont Blanc ... in France ... Hmmmm I'm going to France in a month or so ... Can't wait!
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Nostradildomus?
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in the middle of a football-field sized wooden maze. (yay for cheeky monkeys!)
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on the roof GramMa? You must have been high! *snkk*
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Outdoor sex craze spreads
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Isn't there a single Monkey here that's done it in a tree or at least in a tree-house?
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How about near some trees?
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Under a tree? /not sayin'
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Trees sink deep roots Leaves may Or may not remain People don't Always Stay the same In the same place Wearing The same stiff smile I suppose I'll get over you After a while
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Well, this conversation has certainly added some items to my 'To Do' list...
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Some of those treehouses look like set pieces from "Myst". Now I soooo wanna do it in a treehouse. We could make s'mores afterward.
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The couple, in their late 40s . . . God bless America. *sniff* Norway. whatever.
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trees? i once did it in a forest, atop some moss. does that count?
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i once got to be a snorkel for a girlfriend
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Speaking of telling all about sexual encounters, did anyone see The Graham Norton Effect on Comedy Central last night? Apparently he does this thing where he asks the audience embarrassing questions (and, amazingly, people answer). Last night's was about embarrassing things that happened to them while on a date. One guy stood up and told about how he was on a, you know, date with himself, while driving, and got pulled over. He, um, finished his "date" before the cop got to his car. Don't know what brought that to mind. Thought you guys might find it funny, interesting, horrifying... something.
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Bees, that was boo-tiful. Every time you take your hat off, your talent shines like a beacon.
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minda25, that is exactly the kind of thing I want to know, I need this kind of information. It is the very reason I turn on my computer everday. So, all I can say is 'thank you'.
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Okay campers, you've had time to trick . . err . . invite your significant other to the top of the ACME building for a little Xtreme Trysting . . Report in!