Strangest Place You Had Sex

On a pool table at a bar. At an art museum (vacant alcove). Movie Theater.
Oh babygirl, all three of those sound delicious to me. I love playing billiards but have yet to play on a table. I enjoy visiting art museums, and making love among the masters, especially Picasso, sounds divine. As for the movie theater, I take it you're not talking about an adult theater, or are you? Either would be hot to me.
 
On a pool table at a bar.
My pool table experience was in a private basement of the guy who owned the table. It was uncomfortable, but it was fun. The totally lame part was that we put down two bath towels to prevent staining the green felt. That took away from the 'doing it on a pool table' vibe. (I suggested the table, and he suggested the towels.)
 
He does have a point. I left stains on the passenger seat of my first car, and there was no denying what is was from by the location and shape of the stain. I had a hard time living that down with those who figured out what it was from.
 
My pool table experience was in a private basement of the guy who owned the table. It was uncomfortable, but it was fun. The totally lame part was that we put down two bath towels to prevent staining the green felt. That took away from the 'doing it on a pool table' vibe. (I suggested the table, and he suggested the towels.)
I'll admit I tend to be more of the "damn was that hot, how the fuck am I going to clean this now" type.
 
My pool table experience was in a private basement of the guy who owned the table. It was uncomfortable, but it was fun. The totally lame part was that we put down two bath towels to prevent staining the green felt. That took away from the 'doing it on a pool table' vibe. (I suggested the table, and he suggested the towels.)
From my recollection, I was laying on my back on the edge of the table, guys standing in front of me with my legs draped over their shoulders. Staining the table was the last thing I was worried about, but think any fluids would end up on the floor. I was the only one one the table and just half my body I think.
 
From my recollection, I was laying on my back on the edge of the table, guys standing in front of me with my legs draped over their shoulders. Staining the table was the last thing I was worried about, but think any fluids would end up on the floor. I was the only one one the table and just half my body I think.
We have a pool table in our play room and have been on it many times
 
In a bounce house after hours at an amusement park I worked at summers between college semesters.
I know what it's like in a waterbed, but a bounce house, nope. How bouncy was it while having sex? Did it aid in the experience or make it more diffucult?
 
I know what it's like in a waterbed, but a bounce house, nope. How bouncy was it while having sex? Did it aid in the experience or make it more diffucult?
It was comical. Hard to prop yourself up. After she got on top it was a little better. But we decided we didn't want to leave cum all over for the kids the next day so finished in my car. Ah the good old days...
 
It was comical. Hard to prop yourself up. After she got on top it was a little better. But we decided we didn't want to leave cum all over for the kids the next day so finished in my car. Ah the good old days...
Thanks for sharing that. I was curious what it would be like.
 
I had sex one time in the back of a truck at a church parking lot then we moved it to a prayer garden that could see a housing through the woods. It was definitely more arousing knowing people could see us.
 
Up against a tree on the Plains of Abraham (QUEBEC City), while hoping that the inmates of nearby Orsainville Prison were watching and masturbating to exhaustion. We had taken the train from Montreal (maybe 180 miles). I pushed her against the tree, tore her pantyhose and fucked her like a madman. She was a lovely French-Canadian woman - we were fellow journalists in Montreal. She used to drive me home o nights when our shifts ended about 2am and she would blow me off in her little Volkswagen bug. I would return the favour, either beforehand or after, fingering her moistly receptive panties, suckling to her breasts and generally just nuzzling her and caressing her to death. I still remember her fondly and from time to time I gladly masturbate and spurt into the air, remembering the smell of her hair and the taste of her cunt - happy times.
 
Very sexy! So the exact location was planned in advance, given it was 180 miles away? Or was it just a planned interlude in Quebec City and the Plains of Abraham was just a spontaneous location?
 
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