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.