where is the most uncomfortable place you've ever had sex?

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Trees give peace to the souls of men * Nora Waln

The forest would be very quiet if no other birds sang than those who sing the best * Henry van Dyke

some fairly sordid tales, rambles, and anecdotes
Hypothetically Speaking * Something More * Cammy Interrupted * An Experimental Vacation * Masked * so..damn..hot * Thank You * My toy, his idea * no.19 Maple Lane * I Have A Surprise For You * Yesterday * In a Quiet Kitchen * help me decide * untitled prose * more untitled prose

A jeep and a cave are on my "been there and aint going back" list.

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In the back of a volkswagon.

Doggie on a motorbike.

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Calm, quiet, smooth, devastating

In an airplane restroom. Yech!

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Life is too short not to love and be loved....preferably multiple times in one night.

I think men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. ~ Jay McInerney

facing him in the front seat of a Cougar while he was driving. bench seats

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
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One man's dream is another man's nightmare~~~~> §¤ Lilith ¤§
~>My Scribbles<~
==>Gone Shopping<== ~Just a Quickie~ *~A Celebration Vacation~* ~Surprises~ Sleeping With the Window Open
What Did You Do Today? Self Defense Class ~Short Sweet Snippets~ § Summer Spin § Story Challenge Submission Pajamas

Bare floor of a bathroom. Odd thing is, I have done that again.

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On the kinkometer, my kink measures as a sine wave.

On a tombstone in a cemetary...in the dead of winter!

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~

I'm gonna have to think about this one. One of the things about getting older is that one tends to choose places for romance more on comfort than raw sexual need, & memories of the exotic locales seem to have faded.

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Plug me into somethin'

If the theory does not conform to the facts, then the facts must be discarded.

No good deed ever goes unpunished

Never argue with an idiot. He'll drag you down to his level, & beat you with experience.

Funny. I find the 'comfort' locations blur more easily than the raw collisions. (kinda like the drive home from work every day)

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In the bed of a pickup Darned wood splinters!!

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The mind never forgets what the hands have learned

Got a few of the 'lets not do that again' places *LOL*

On a horse (please note, i said ON the horse the horse was just the workbench!!), thankfully a quite horse, but made for fun sex *LOL*

On a fishing trawler, let me say the fishy smell in that instance was a wee tad strong!

On the bonnet (hood for you upover lot) of a police car, was WAY exciting but if we had got caught, well not good!

At the Beach, no towel, lets just say there was a tad too much friction!

In a paddock (pasture for those who use that term), not fun to open eyes and have a few cows standing there, chewing cud and staring curiously!

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Maybe it's more like my partner has always valued comfort over experimentation in choosing our rendezvous points, i.e. there hasn't been anything kinkier than say, the bathroom vanity as an uncomfortable locale...

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Plug me into somethin'

If the theory does not conform to the facts, then the facts must be discarded.

No good deed ever goes unpunished

Never argue with an idiot. He'll drag you down to his level, & beat you with experience.

Front seat of a thunderbird. I'm way too tall for car sex.

On top of a picnic table by the lake, in the middle of the night...very spooky.

In the woods, middle of the day, no blanket = NOT good for missionary.

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.