December 11, 2003
I've had sex in a lot of different places (and YES, I include a woman's anatomical construction among those places). I have a lively imagination and very few inhibitions.
* I made love in a hammock in broad daylight down at Lake George one day.
* I did it on a picnic table at George L. Smith State Park before a blazing campfire one night.
* I did it in the bushes on top of Blood Mountain. Twice, with two different wimmen.
* I did it on a pool table in the old Port Royal Bar on River Street, with the night reciepts as the pillow under her head. Fucking on top of a pile of money is fun.
* I did it in a car going 75 MPH down the interstate, if blow-jobs count.
* I did it in a hot tub.
* I did it in the sand dunes at the beach, and had the mosquito bites on my ass to prove it the next day.
* I did it in the back of a 1974 GMC Suburban parked on the side of a mountain road in North Carolina. I had a pile of sleeping bags back there and curtains on the windows.
* I've done it in bed, with candle-light and wine handy.
I believe that I like the last way the best.
Okay, I'm ready to jump your bones. It just isn't fair, I'm too far away from you tonight.
omg "Lady" Mae.....could you be more pathetic? I realise Acidman likes his women to be lusty and forthright.....but DAMN!...just....DAMN!
See there! If you can write or sing or play music, you will have members of the opposite sex throwing themselves at you. Or of the same sex, if ya swing that way.
OTOH, the A-man might be writin' a commentary/critique later. And vice-versa.
Ah kin hardly wait to find out the results of the Jamaica trip. Does that mean I'm a voyeur that never knew it until now?
Or maybe I'm just still pissed off that the Baptists had a big ol party that ended up with people gettin' nekkid around the pool and I never got invited (not bein' a Baptist). Not that I would zackly feel comfortable with knowin' what all the folks in the Baptist church or ANY church looked like nekkid. Be kinda hard to keep a straight face during the sermon.
Suddenly Allah is realizing he has led a very sheltered life. How is it that you have managed to score so much more tang than the creator of worlds? Do not bother answering; Allah already knows how. Mossad, right?
Been there on five counts, if one removes the geographic location of the first.
Still like the beach best, just do it somewhere with no 'skeeters.
Title for a book:
"Love Among the Dunes"
by Sandy Butz
I lost my virginity with a boy I'd dated 4 years and was engaged to in the back of a red 442 in the Razorback Stadium Parking lot called the "Passion Pit" And with the same boy in a German Hotel Room.
I tried the freeway bit too traveling from NY to Virginia.
In a cow pasture camping
walking down a creek bank,standing up
on the 50 yard line of a football field that was basically in my backyard.Since my Dad was the coach we lived in a house that overlooked the football field.
On a mountaintop in a car in Bolivia
I've fantasized slipping into the bathroom on a flight but haven't accomplished that one yet as well as a beach somewhere making sure my butt's on a towel but close enough for the waves to come crashing over us and seeing the sunrise and sunset.
I've probably forgotten a few places but I could fantazise other places very easily.I 'm much more imaginable in my 50's.
I did it in an old white hippie van covered with shag carpeting, parked on the banks of the Flathead River in Kalispell, Montana. And on the side of the road on the way back to Glacier. I told him to pull over.
Freeway, huh. Try it on a windy mountain road, like the one between Cripple Creek and Colorado Springs.
No one's mentioned hot tub yet. Surprising. Hot tub.
A model MG. Very tricky.
One hot summers night, lengthwise in the front seat of a late forties Chevy on a dead-end camp road in Wisconsin. Her knee hit the horn. Guy appears with a shotgun, says, "Whatcha younguns up to?" Still laying underneath me she calls out, "We're gettin' married tomorrow and I couldn't wait." Long pause. He says, "Waal, you'all enjoy yourselves, ya hear, but lay offen the horn willya." After he left we laughed so hard we never did complete what we set out to do.
Larry....winding road to Cripple Creek..I've been on that road and you must have been out of your mind LOL
Now, c'mon, Larry. To impress us, it's gotta be while you was drivin' one of them big ol' semis on the winding road.
Just when you think you probably know every intimate detail about Rob possible, you are proven wrong.
Naw. It was a 61 Ford sedan of some kind. Bought it from my in-laws. Next car after the MG A, which wasn't too practical after the first kid.
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The Tao's principle is spontaneity.