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Noisy_Introvert 3/19/2007 6:35 am
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Guys, the blogs are in DESPERATE NEED of spicing up! Are you with me??? Okay, I'm not normally one of those TMI exhibitionist types, but I will take one for the team and reveal a sexy story, in the hopes y'all will deliver the salacious goods, too.
What's the most public place you got jiggy widdit?
(Doesn't have to be full-on horizontal hula here... any permutation of the nastée can be referenced.)
For me, it would have to be LAX. I had about an hour to kill before my flight and was forlornly making out with the Dirty Dawg as we contemplated our imminent separation. We were kind of in the middle of a heavy traffic area, with security guards nearby and plenty of travellers passing by, so the DD took my hand and headed downstairs. Me, I'm a good girl, so I just assumed we were looking for a cafeteria or some place where we could sit down and hang out for the rest of the time. The DD had other plans.
Downstairs, we found an empty baggage claim area (save for a couple of discreet dudes who were doing some maintenance) and we wandered over to a wall of payphones and proceeded to mackity mack mack mack for around 20 minutes or so. The area slowly started to fill up with passengers, so we reluctantly gave up our spot and went looking for another.
We found a little alcove where we were pretty much out of sight, and resumed the sexy snogging. As if on cue, the airport music channel started playing Kylie Minogue for us. "I just can't get you out of my head... boy your lovin' is all I think about..." It was as though LAX was giving us its blessing. There was really no reason for me not to unzip my jeans at that point. The DD practically crowed with delight. It wasn't long before I was nearly crowing with delight too, if ya get what I'm saying and I hope that you do, cuz like I said, I'm a good girl and I'm not about to give you any more detail than that.
Let's just say I had a wide-open, um, grin on my face when I passed through security...
Okay, SHARE!
These things are lame.
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6261 posts
3/19/2007 8:24 am
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In the parking lot where I work on a Saturday afternoon in the front seat of an SUV ... right out in the front of the building ...right along a main thorofare ... security cameras staring down at us. 
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3/19/2007 8:49 am
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Hand job a guy gave me in a Mercedes Benz SVU ground to a halt at an intersection in the middle of Times Square on a busy Fri night. My face pressed up against the passenger side window, with a bevy of pedestrians pressed up against the car, the cachony of lights blazing all around us.
I met the guy on Nerve, by the way; flew in for the experience. Yay for play!
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3/19/2007 10:43 am
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If you ever need someone to take you to the airport,... let me know
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3/19/2007 2:37 pm
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I was excited to see what special 15th century materpiece you'd affixed to this post.
Great reminder of Tipper taking one for her country, NoisyBabe. We can always count on you. . . .
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3/19/2007 2:57 pm
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Are Canadians allowed to plead the US 5th amendment, not to incriminate themselves? 
I plead the 5th! 
Cheers.
-E
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3/19/2007 7:16 pm
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NYC-Searcher cracked me UP, Noisy. I think I'm going to take a pass on this one, hon.
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3/19/2007 7:23 pm
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On a golf course on the Fourth of July? 9th hole. 14 years ago--when I was severely straight. Now that I'm married, I'm thinking her and I should do something daring...and not on a golf course...
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3/19/2007 7:30 pm
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RJ, the parking lot where you work? With cameras?? That's ballsy. (Ba-dump-bum! I'm here all week.)
sea_l, SUVs are gettin a lot of action on this blog. Some of these Nervy guys are quite pervy.
NYC, normally I astrally project, like you. I was pretty much just indulging the DD as he is hopelessly tied to his corporeality. How lame.
msg, not sure what FC urchins are up to -- I thought for sure that awesome naked couple pic would be denied, and it seemed as though it was for a little while, so I had my Tipper/Al backup handy, but now it seems to have reverted back to 21st century German artporn
Eski, I am very disappointed in you!
As a matter of fact, I'd just like to say I think all you blogstars are CHICKENS!! Come on, man, it's a members-only site! It's not like you're telling the WHOLE internet! Just our little group of friendly, mature, bored-to-tears bloggers! C'mon guys. As I used to say in Brownies, "Lend A Hand".
These things are lame.
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3/19/2007 7:39 pm
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real_girl! YA! That's what I'm tawkin about! Please go do something really hot and report back asap. We're dyin heah.
With no help at all from the likes of Index Queen!
These things are lame.
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3/19/2007 8:47 pm
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hhmmm ... flipping through the card catalog of publix sexathons ... hhmm .. already told the dance floor on another blog ... let's see. On top of, leaning against, and otherwise positioned on a motorcyle in a small park separated by about 50' of grass from a baseball field with baseball game ongoing. It was dusk and to get to the baseball field parking lot, cars had to drive the circular drive around the park which meant every couple of seconds we were in the bright bright spotlight of an oncoming car. While my mind(or anything else for that matter) was not on the traffic passing by ... if the amount of honking going on was any indication, I think we were spotted ... lol.
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3/20/2007 1:23 am
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the FC gods must be crazy! the pic you posted is clearly a painting, but when i click on it, it shows me the photo of the kissin' gores.
that's all i'm saying! bauck bauck bauck bauck...
 and in the end the bling you take is equal to the bling you make
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5852 posts
3/20/2007 1:27 am
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you want more spicing up of the blogs, noisy? check out sexual Question For the Ladies.
and in the end the bling you take is equal to the bling you make
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3/20/2007 7:36 am
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So THIS is why people buy SUVs, hmm? Come on-save the planet, get out into nature! I do miss bench seats though.
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3/20/2007 7:53 am
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Mindful, I knew I could count on you for some sexy goodies. On a motorbike... hawt.
U4, that's so weird about the pic! Maybe I'll try updating it again with the original picture. I kinda like it as is, though. BTW, I checked out the link. Aside from Eski's ode to penii great and small, there's not much there. It's a nice poem, though. Where's your sexy tale????
These things are lame.
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6576 posts
3/20/2007 7:55 am
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eufiveoh,
Let's go, let's go!
Where's your tale of suck and blow?
These things are lame.
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3/20/2007 9:52 am
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heh heh heh. No help from the likes of me, she says! Well, my tale is too shocking to post, Noisy and I've changed since then...maybe.
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3/20/2007 11:11 am
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oh no...I was censored....
it involved a moving motorcycle, dark night, boots only, and a fair quotient of illegal and/or fattening substances...I am so disappointed.
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3/20/2007 11:23 am
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I have many, many tales.
When I saw this post, I made a list last night of the R+ rated PDA's I've participated in.
that I could remember.
The count, coincidentally, came to 17.
(for those of you outside the US, that's the age at which a person can legally see an R-rated movie.)
Meanwhile, I believe the old saying, "A rising tide lifts all boats."
But I'm BOYCOTTING this post, Noisy, until we see some love given to young Mr Aquavenom, our resident (actual) virgin.
Euphorbita: "you want more spicing up of the blogs, noisy? check out sexual Question For the Ladies."
Noisy: "Aside from Eski's ode to penii great and small, there's not much there."
Hmm. hmm.
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3/20/2007 1:03 pm
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IQ, that's just the kinda tale we're looking for! Why don't you post it as a fanfic piece. Heh.
Satori, no way! That bites! Those little teaser details... not enough! You think YOU'RE disappointed. Mostly I am interested in hearing about the fattening substances.
msg, a BOYCOTT! Wow, way to throw your weight around! Okay, already. I'll pay my respects!
These things are lame.
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3/20/2007 2:03 pm
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Quoting Noisy_Introvert:
IQ, that's just the kinda tale we're looking for! Why don't you post it as a fanfic piece. Heh.
Satori, no way! That bites! Those little teaser details... not enough! You think YOU'RE disappointed. Mostly I am interested in hearing about the fattening substances.
msg, a BOYCOTT! Wow, way to throw your weight around! Okay, already. I'll pay my respects!
And there I thought you'd be impressed by the balance, skill, flexibility, dare-deviltry. Did I mention I only wore good heavy boots? And the speed was not inconsequential...about 50 mph, as I recall. bet you never would have guessed that my past includes bikerchick, huh?
hee hee
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3/20/2007 4:55 pm
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Quoting Noisy_Introvert:
real_girl! YA! That's what I'm tawkinabout! Please go do something really hot and report back asap. We're dyin heah.
With no help at all from the likes of Index Queen!
I have a fondness for abandoned shacks along a road...I'll woo her into one?
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3/20/2007 4:56 pm
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Am seriously waiting on IQ to give up the goods!!!
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3/20/2007 10:55 pm
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me too! maybe a cheer would help.
Pom poms ready?
WHO'S GOT THE TALE?
WHO'S GOT THE TAIL?
IQ!! IQ!! YEAH!
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3/20/2007 11:19 pm
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Meanwhile, eek! the day is over and I need to make good on a deal with Noisy. As there's no time for writing anything from scratch -- this is the beginning of a tale (I told elsewhere) of blatant caution-to-the-wind:
Which is the perfect segue to say that I shall now put aside thoughts of preparing talking points for an event this evening and instead settle into memories of times when, in my fresh and carefree youth, I enjoyed the occasional pleasure of s e x with strangers.
Let's see. . . which one to begin with? Well, several of us have mentioned trains, planes, busses and automobiles as moving palaces of pleasure; I think, in keeping with the mission of this site, I'll head back to that afternoon in London with the guy in the suit.
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I was 19. I had lined up a paid internship with the Financial Times, mostly due to the connections of my godmother, my father's sister (the most beautiful woman in the world, among other things, and a seamless networker who seemed to know everyone one needed to know to live a charmed life).
He had clearly been one of her former beaus, and I gather it had not ended well for him, because he had been willing to see me, to hear me pitch my skills, but it was much harder to get the position. Only now, after his death and my ability to see her in another light, do I realize that he was angry at her.
Since he's dead, I can say that his name was Nick, and he was a great man. Not my boss, someone from another department ended up hiring me, so I only got to hear him in meetings, and, later, read his books and articles.
SO.
My aunt and cousins lived in Wimbledon on a sweet, ivy-strewn lane, in a Victorian rowhouse that alternately charmed and scared me. Oh, suddenly on remembering that house, I recall that I had more than a little \bsexo?\b that summer; goodness, I open another door of that house and it all comes flooding back.
It was a summer of pent-up desire. I was bursting at the seams with a wanting to f uck anything, everything.
Two things probably converged to create this bottleneck; one was that I was in love with this incredibly seductive sorority sister with eyes that were an unheard-of deep lavender. Her name was Nina Jxcxcxcxcxc; I'm deliberately misspelling her name to avoid search engines and libel; but the j was key. It had the rush and softness of the j in "jambon." Or "jardin."
Nina was this very elegant but party-friendly girl whose friends had no idea that she'd performed at Carnegie Hall, or that she had a straight 4.0 as a biomedical engineer. She would toss off her physics homework at 2 in the morning, after 2 or 3 martinis and a couple of joints, in about 20 minutes, while I could barely manage to undress after two glasses of wine and a toke. She was, in other words, Superwoman.
Whoops, this story is not about her!
It's about another beautiful person, a stranger on a train.
And argh, I'm out of time. Someone's picking me up in 20 minutes and I need to bathe and dress. I'll return to the tale and we'll get to the shuddering climax before that train goes through the tunnel.
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3/20/2007 11:47 pm
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Quoting Satori54:
oh no...I was censored....
it involved a moving motorcycle, dark night, boots only, and a fair quotient of illegal and/or fattening substances...I am so disappointed.
Heh! That was YOU!?!??! Nice boots, babe!
floating dock, 50 yard line, art gallery, none with boots but a great lack'o'details...
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3/21/2007 2:47 am
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::lazy meanderings while zooming through Steinbeck country at 88mph. I do hope she feels a little drrty {in a good way} whenever she thinks about el camino real, now she's all cozy in a very safe + sane marriage.
::the absolute best was totally electric...all about intense kisses, longing, dizziness, & never wanting the moment to end. It's pretty heady stuff when the entire world seems to blur out of focus & it seems sooo natural to push the limits. a light caress turns a bit more mischievous, urged on by kisses and cooing in my ear. bodies pressed together, avoiding sightlines and possible citations, pressed tightly and with a frenetic urgency.
: wonder what the future holds. I do have thoughts of very late-night dalliances on a B'lyn-bound L-train...as it jerks along under the East River, taking its sweet time to go from 1st. to Bedford. Given all the filth in the subways, a fullbody condom may be in order.
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3/21/2007 3:11 am
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Okay, the tale of Thisbe has induced me to at least allude to this tail, I mean tale. As I recall, we are speaking of public s e x, and I remember a celebratory afternoon (actually, all afternoons, evenings, mornings, etc. with this lady were celebratory). Anyway, we were about halfway up the stands, middling way through a rock concert, when she decided it was time to treat me. The immediate presence of several thousand people didn't dissuade her at all, and I was not about to complain.
Needless to say, I have forgotten the band. They were hardly as memorable at the pretty lady in my arms. And like Noisy said, she was a good girl and I'm not about to give you any more detail than that.
ps: Noisy ... about LAX ... we need to get together.
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3/21/2007 6:23 am
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BLOGSTARS! Such an outpouring of sexiness! It does my heart and nether regions good.
Satori, as the details creep in past the censors bit by bit, your story just gets hotter. Naked save for good, heavy boots, hurtling down the highway at unhealthy speed, gittin it on and somewhere in there, making use of fattening substances? I want more.
rg1k, abandoned shacks are all well and sexy, but not quite public enough to rate as exhibitionist. Keep trying.
IAMT, lost cause. But I liked msj's cheer.
msj, the stage is set. You're next comment better contain the GOODS! (The reflective prose of a summer past is lovely, indeed.)
Zubester, 50 yard line? Who was first down? I kill me.
sl:: 88 mph? That doesn't sound safe. I hope you're a good driver. Hey that's some hot, if vague recollecting. And some spicy and specific plans for the future. Lucky girl.
90254, wow. She doesn't sound all that good girl to me! In the best possible way. Re: your PS... get in line!
These things are lame.
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3/21/2007 7:20 am
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now that i've emerged from my nyquil induced coma, i will have to shake up my head and get back to you...man, i missed out on some fun!
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3/21/2007 8:26 am
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Who was first down? I kill me.Oh, I think you kill us all.
Speaking of which, I opened this post fully expecting MAJOR SNARKINESS on my looooonnnng, nothing-ever-happens, would-be tale.
you show admirable restraint! (because you're an advocate of recycling, natch.)
You're coming along, Grasshopper.
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3/21/2007 8:42 am
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Quoting Zubenelgenubi:
Heh! That was YOU!?!??! Nice boots, babe!
floating dock, 50 yard line, art gallery, none with boots but a great lack'o'details...
Boots are essential, Z. Those were the days of Frye boots; remember them, clunky, sturdy, guaranteed to make a girl over 5 feet tall at need.
The 50 yard line? Daytime or night?
And then there was the trampoline in the fieldhouse...
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3/21/2007 9:57 am
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Our very first time, both of us. On a picnic table beside a Western River under a full moon when we were both 18. We had loved each other since childhood and fooled around, but no "inner connection" until this night. I had driven 1500 miles to see her. We couldn't stop kissing in the moonlight. I had a long time to think about her on that drive after not seeing her for three years.
Our clothes disappeared somehow. She was sitting facing me and hugging with arms and legs. "It" just slipped in as naturally as it should. We were surprised. She was very wet. It felt better than anything I have ever felt, from the top of my head, illuminated by the moon, through my heart, and down into other areas. We were facing each other, and I have never seen anything so beautiful in all my life as we exchanged a long pent up love on many levels.
Afterward, we lay in the wet grass beside the river and held each other until the morning sun warmed us once again. Soon, the first cars of family fisher people and picnickers arrived and we slowly dressed each other, lovingly, and drove off into the mountains, never to return in quite the same way.
Love,
Michael
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3/21/2007 10:01 am
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And then there was the trampoline in the fieldhouse...
Oh my!
(aren't trampolines difficult? there's nothing to push back.)
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3/21/2007 12:22 pm
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Michael. what perfection.
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3/21/2007 1:49 pm
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ah, sunny, the fun's just getting started! Come back with your exhibitionist tail.
msgeez, where do you get these notions of my unfettered snarkiness? Hello, three dimensions here? (Sometimes four.) Did you want me to bust out the blow torch and give your asss a crispy brown tan or something? As Westley so succinctly put it, "As you wish."
Satori, dayum. I got a lotta living to catch up on.
bobo-bonobo, this is the prize winner for sweetness. Holy crap. It's like a romance novelist wrote your first time for you. That's absolutely beautiful. Lucky you.
msj, GET ON WITH IT!!!!! (how's that?)
These things are lame.
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3/21/2007 2:54 pm
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A woman and I had pulled off to the side of a dirt road to get our hump on, when we noticed a truck approaching. We tried to hide ourselves as best as we could, but either the glare of my pale Manitoba winter ass grabbed their attention, or they just knew what had to be going on, cause they passed at a snail's crawl. After they'd finally passed, we giggled and resumed our humpfest.
When we were done, she kicked me out and made me walk home. God I miss her.
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3/21/2007 2:54 pm
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ok, here's my tail...and a most memorable tale...sparsely detailed.
...one summer afternoon, circa early 1980's...we were floating lazily in the water off shore at Jones Beach, riding the swells of incoming waves...what began with a playful kiss, led to...well, from the waist up I'm pretty sure it only appeared he was holding me to help keep me from going under those big waves rolling in.
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3/21/2007 7:24 pm
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Thank you so very much. It means a lot to me coming from you the way it does.
Michael
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3/21/2007 8:00 pm
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I fu[kcq]ked this one chick in the backseat of her car on a local mountain, on Canada Day in broad daylight. And not just coitus fun either, I gave her THE FULL DEAL! Feeding each other, backrub, foreplay, petting, EVERYTHING!
After all, I felt it was my patriotic duty as a Canadian to romance a redhead!
Wait, you mean to tell me that people actually read this shit?! Damn!
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3/21/2007 9:29 pm
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hhhmm ... one more ...just cuz I like to share and some of our blogmates appear to be skipping out on giving it up. Not to mention names, but IQ/MGS/E ... lol.
Summer day ... crowded car wash ... self-serve style with pull-through slots and coin-operated machines ... rocking front and tail of car visible to patrons on either side ... loud comments made their way to our 'O' filled ears ... oh my gawd is that car rocking ... hey hey that's not the car they're waxing .... applause as we left ... she and me with tired grins
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3/21/2007 11:13 pm
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ohhhh, you just helped me remember ANOTHER one, IAMT!
Public car \bsexo?\b is good.
It's fun to take an afternoon perambulation in Italy, where the kids put newspapers up in car windows on Sundays so they can use the family car as a loveshack.
::shake-a-shake-a-shake-a-shake-a-shake::
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3/22/2007 12:39 am
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Quoting Satori54:
Boots are essential, Z. Those were the days of Frye boots; remember them, clunky, sturdy, guaranteed to make a girl over 5 feet tall at need.
The 50 yard line? Daytime or night?
And then there was the trampoline in the fieldhouse...
ya, remember. might still have? yikes? it was dark until security lit up the field with spots and headlights. oooooops!
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3/22/2007 12:42 am
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Zubester, 50 yard line? Who was first down? I kill me.
Margarita was, HUGE margarita!!!-maybe several?
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3/22/2007 6:20 am
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My god you people are dirty. Awesome.
Nota, nice story, humpy. Blogbabes everywhere are swooning at the thought of your wintry bare asss I'm sure.
sunny, mmmm, underwater lovin. Best. I did that once. Hot(t)(t)(t)(t) in that cool, slippery water.
TBARB! Welcome, punk! Your patriotism touches my heart. Although, I'm sure you know this, being the generous lad that you so clearly are, but I hope you're including a trip into the city when you describe THE FULL DEAL.
Mindful, another choice selection from your card catalogue of carnal capers. When the carwash is a-rockin... etc.
msg, enough reflections on OTHER PEOPLE'S sexy tales!!! Like when my dad used to forbid me to do any more talking at the table til I'd eaten my vegetables, you are not allowed to comment on this blog til you FINISH YOUR DAMN STORY.
Zubeeee, threesome, yeah! I like your style.
These things are lame.
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3/22/2007 11:21 am
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I should have probably mentioned that this mountain was Mt. Tolmie. It's less of a mountain and more of a hill with a little public spot where locals gather every July 1 to watch the fireworks. The city was practically on the mountain due to the fact that it overlooks the city, making for a great vantage point to view a fireworks display.
It was exceptionally public!
Wait, you mean to tell me that people actually read this shit?! Damn!
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3/22/2007 11:43 am
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It would be more fun to play with you if you weren't so pathetically literal. Try clicking the link, genius.
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3/22/2007 12:24 pm
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What's with the extra "L"s? The PublicMonologues? Anyway, I could use them for my "La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la..."
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3/22/2007 1:31 pm
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Alas, nothing interesting to report here in the last 28 years 
That involved a tree in a public park, midday, but not as athletic as it might sound.
Time for a midlife crisis-but I had better get a whole lot more buff first. Oops-and I'll need at least one other person-otherwise I'll just be pathetic
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3/22/2007 4:19 pm
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sl:: are you saying the encounter was exceptionay pubic? A a a a a a a a A a a a a a a a!
undone50, quit flamin yourself! You take all the fun out of it for me.
These things are lame.
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3/22/2007 10:09 pm
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"Try clicking the link"? What is this? A blog or a wiki?
Wait, you mean to tell me that people actually read this shit?! Damn!
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6576 posts
3/23/2007 10:33 am
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Oh, Teebarbie, you little scamp! You remind me of Satan incarnate, if he was a eunuch. Or maybe that little polar bear, Knut!
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3/24/2007 2:03 am
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i've already related my rubber raft story in the cape, but my ex and i used to have fun while in college on the NJ turnpike pleasing one another while speeding along...
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3/24/2007 4:51 am
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WT! Woohoo! Considering there's tollboth's every 100', you must have raised a few eyebrows!
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3/24/2007 6:04 am
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It was a party on the 4th of July at my friends home and all the guests were sleeping in the living room that night. We were 19 and had the couch. 2 teens who just never could say no. When the light went off it was pitch black as I quietly slipped into her. It was the most silent FK of my life as she came under me clawing my back I still think I bear the scares. Her breath still moistens my ear. I wonder if everyone in the room knew or was as preoccupied. I never heard so much as a whisper. Couldn’t see a thing.
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3/24/2007 1:04 pm
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Blogstars, I am loving this blog!
winteach, YEEEAAAAH! Very nice. Where can I find the story of the rubber raft?
Telme, that's freakin HAWT. Thanks for sharing.
These things are lame.
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3/24/2007 4:45 pm
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It was 1987, at a Kool and the Gang concert at Radio City Music Hall, with my German BF Jurgen. I had on a black mini skirt and tight leopard spandex pants on underneath...I undid his 501's and sat on his lap...we ripped a little hole in those pants...and Got Down on It!
 Where there is Love, there is no question.
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3/24/2007 4:48 pm
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Actually it was a big hole...hehehe
Where there is Love, there is no question.
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3/24/2007 4:49 pm
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I still have those pants...memories... 
Where there is Love, there is no question.
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3/24/2007 5:20 pm
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Quoting Noisy_Introvert:
Blogstars, I am loving this blog!
winteach, YEEEAAAAH! Very nice. Where can I find the story of the rubber raft?
Telme, that's freakin HAWT. Thanks for sharing.
i looked it up and i did not give details, just the fact that i had done it. but think about it, two people in a rubber boat- women it helps if you wear two piece something, you are opposite each other- use your foot to massage certain parts for awhile, rocking motion of waves helps,because it is a rubber raft you are not tto far from the shore, but people don't expect that you will be giving one another that kind of pleasure, besides, once you are into it, who cares?
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3/25/2007 12:02 pm
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Fly, I'm so glad you came out! I knew you'd have a scandalously sexy tale to share!!
win, rubber-raft footsie-fuck! I love it!!!
Blogstars, I think we could turn all of these experiences into a PDA tips and tricks bestseller. We just need a good title.
Tips and Tricks For Public Porking
Inside the Park Homeruns
Crowd Pleasing Tips for Public Lovers
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3/25/2007 7:40 pm
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Here's another one: I'm laid back along the seat of a large motorcycle, parked at the top of a city hill. Summer night...stars out. He's 18, I'm 19. Leather, smoke and beer...it's a wonder that machine didn't topple over, but we were as graceful and lithe as cats.
I had the strange impression he was making love to both his bike and me...hehehe...a threesome with a motorcycle.
Yes it was running...we all purred.
Where there is Love, there is no question.
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5852 posts
3/28/2007 8:19 am
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night time (is the right time), the school yard, and a swing. that's all i'm saying!
and in the end the bling you take is equal to the bling you make
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6576 posts
3/28/2007 6:28 pm
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eu4, that's alls you gots to say... nice.
God-dayum we're a sexy lot.
These things are lame.
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3/30/2007 5:12 pm
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A friend of mine did the deed at the 55 yard line right where the ball is kicked under a full moon at Molson Statium in Montreal. That was my friend. Now for me.
Someone got a really big cookie as we were barrelling southbound on I-95 in broad daylight.
It was one of those warm summer days. You know, a day so perfect that you want to bottle it and keep it until Februrary, when you want to drive away winter for that one precious day.
A pair of loose cotton summer shorts barely covered the tops of her long legs.
I tended to rest my hand on her inner thigh, that soft spot about half way up, as often as I rested it on the shift lever, so that must have got her going just a bit.
Well, my hand wandered a little higher as that summer day's warm air carressed us. She closed her eyes and shifted one leg just that little bit.
The motion of the car, the hum of the engine and that summery light and heat seemed to put her into a delightful trance as her eyes slowly closed and stayed shut with her head leaning back on the rest.
My wandering fingers struck gold as I moved north and she caught her breath. I found that magic rythm that everyone has that is their own and she was well on her way.
But... had to stop each time we passed a truck or a truck passed us as the driver could look down and I did not want to cause an accident. It seemed like forever for each truck to move on its merry way. Once as I was moving my hand away, she stopped it to hold it right where it was. I murmured "truck" and she reluctantly let go.
As we sailed through an interchange and traffic settled down a bit, I found that rhythm again. By now, she was very wet and breathless. Her eyes were still closed and the sun was shining on her more than me from the direction change.
She pushed into my hand urgently as her breathing really picked up. At last, she went over the edge. I felt a delightful pulsing. It was very tranquil in the car for quite a while after that. Her face became very soft and fuzzy and she was half awake and half asleep. Mine came that night at our destination.
Does this count as a public place?
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4/1/2007 1:10 pm
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hey homma, yeah lazy highway wanderings on a hot summer's day is always a treat for the passenger seat. I think you should have let the truck drivers partake, though. Partly cuz that's what makes it public, and partly cuz they're bored, and hell, they could use the entertainment., I mean, don't be such a sex hog, dude.
These things are lame.
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4/3/2007 3:59 pm
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Alas, that was her wish and I do respect my partner's wishes. Passion almost overruled it, but broad daylight, her face in public view when she went over the top and smudgy face afterwards was plenty daring for her.
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