On my sofa. Alone. My cats watching me.
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I thought I was prepared when I asked, but I was not ready for the base depravity I found.
nah not the cats 💀
in the missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation
You're wild
Married life be like that.
Drunkly got down to it on a very empty train... But someone saw us cause the police were waiting for us at the station. Fortunately there was no cameras where we were, and no corroborating evidence, so we got away with it. But both of us had to go to the station and get questioned... Definte drunken stupidity, and now we're a bit more circumspect.
I guess it wasn't very empty
In an abandoned graveyard, in the empty grave of a baby, at least according to the tombstone.
So many questions.
How can you tell if a graveyard is abandoned?
If a grave is empty, is it a grave?
How did you know it was empty?
Well there's one obvious answer to all these - the dead awoke and left the graveyard en-masse. I've seen that happen in films.
In the woods just some way off the trail we were just walking on
one of my better ones involved the woods—sort of.
There's a platform on the right, sort of behind the three trees.
Right there on that platform. I must admit the girl took the majority of the risk. All I had to do was unzip; she had to drop trou
Inside of an automatic carwash with the longest wash we could buy running.
I'm an asexual, so if by that you mean classic, two-way bodily mingling, then nowhere besides my dreams, and I'm not even sure about that. I'm not averse to it, which is a miracle considering past experiences, but I don't look forward to it either.
I don't mean anything besides curiosity when I ask a problematic question. Do you dream of it?
As someone on the aphantasia spectrum, I have a weak relationship with dreams as is, but it does happen, and they do feature that, yes. If I am dreaming of something like that, it's typically for some kind of in-universe agenda, or if I'm dreaming of events resembling the second thing I mentioned above, there's a snowball's chance it's not a nightmare, but none of that has happened recently to my memory, as my piece of dreamland is preoccupied by things I miss.
Ironically, as an asexual who happens to have turn-ons (the term "asexuality" refers to attraction to humans, it can exist as a label even if attracted to non-life), I have actually tried often to build up my feeling of attraction by not indulging myself in the daytime, which in turn I hope would pressure my dream adventures into not being nostalgic. For brief periods, often it works, albeit you might say it's way more ritualized for me in my dreams.
Thank you for the insight
I am likely asexual as well and I only had a sex related dream maybe once in my lifetime. Never had sex either, although I'm not necessarily totally opposed to eventually trying it.
In a little parking between several building, against a car, at night In a building entrance after an after, at around noon, we saw peoples passing by :) I'll keep the rest for another time :p
Wife and I climbed a tree at a music festival initially just for a better view. Had our fun while others were leaning against the tree below us
Back seat of a car at a green space/park, but it didn't get very far, so I'd hesitate to really call it sex. I'm pretty much ace though, so that's the best you get.
On a tiny island in an artificial lake in the middle of a big city park.
In a rec room of a Christian holiday camp that had been hired out for a wedding
The stage at the highschool during a lock-in
In her dorm with her roommate possibly asleep? We just went for it
I know the intent. Remember visiting the parents for the first time? What a nightmare that was. The one highlight was furious fucking in the bathroom while everyone watches wrestling or some dumb shit
In my Volkswagen Beetle once. It was exciting in the moment but looking back it was pretty meh.
In Newport Beach, in the sand next to the ocean. Sex on the beach kind of sucks, sand gets places that aren't so comfy and it's really abrasive.
At a playground, right out in the open at night.
At a friends house in their living room while they were upstairs watching a movie.
In a hot tub a few times and it always sucks. Water does terrible things to the natural lubrication.
In a random church parking lot after going sledding up in the mountains.
In the back seat of my car in many, many places.
Then when I got a new car, I no longer had a backseat, so in random parking lots we would fuck on or against my car.
I'd fuck pretty much anywhere and everywhere, I'm an exhibitionist and enjoy the risk of people seeing us.
God, so many.
In the telecom rooms at work, often, like multiple times a week. In the boardroom at work. In my cubicle at work after hours while waiting for a delivery.
In the back of my truck in every garage around the building where we worked. In my truck in a Walmart parking lot at lunch time. In my truck parked on a busy street in downtown Ottawa at lunchtime on a weekday.
In a stall in a busy boarding stable while people were coming and going.
In her pool in her backyard in the city in the middle of the day.
In the parking garage at a mall on Christmas eve.
In the public bathroom in an office building while people came and went.
So many more.
Just show us all up, why don't you?
You are reminding me of parking lots, people walking by, knocking on steamed up windows.
Probably the worst, and most regular, was a couch in my parents' living room. Spooning under a blanket can turn into clandestine sex real quick. All while watching cartoons.
That was all one woman, a coworker. I miss her a lot.
In the ocean by the beach. Wasn't the best locale for it but I was young and horny