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Damn........and i thought we are rednecks here in the south..........sounds like you might just fit in!nycphoto said:Never tried that. A while ago, hell a long time ago, sex with a girl in the back of a pick up trunk, no covered and moving fast.
ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!too funny!id like to try that but belive it or not.......im the only man in the south without a pick-up truck!nycphoto said:I'm not a red neck at all, I was just passing though with some friends. The most exotic part of humping her in the pick up was that I was on top and every time I pulled out to plow her harder the wind on my wet member cooled me off and then I plowed her hard and deep just to repeat the thrill.
nycphoto said:I would like to know the most exotic places you guys out there have had sex.
Kinky places, risky places, dark places, lit places, outdoor places.
slowhandbda said:Sex with a stripper giving me a lapdance, with others watching. Was the best lapdance ever!
sweetrapturedlight said:Instead of taking the elevator, we took the stairs at this hotel and ended up having sex in between the 3rd and 4th floors..also had sex in the rain under a tree at night.
slowndeep said:I've had amazingly dangerous and intensely erotic times in the African bush. Whilst visiting the Okavango Delta in Botswana my wife and I were on a wildlife experience under canvas. It was summer , very hot , it hadn't rained for about two weeks. We slept outside under the stars , but by the fire , which was never allowed to go out. The bush is a live at night , lions , hyenas and leopards are all very vocal. Nightjars swoop and take insects on the wing , alongside the many varities of bats.
It's very romantic , remote and alive - so making love just seems so right after a fine dinner of warthog and impala. As we became more heated , our attention to the outside world was diminishing. My wife straddled me and I remember her lovely face silhouetted against the pitch black African sky , studded with trillions of shimmering diamonds. We slowly started to move and the sounds of the bush re-entered my consciousness. This was probably the 15/16th occasion in the wilds of Africa - each one so memorable....but this one was about to get unforgetable!! Suddenly my wife stopped dead , I remember her pussy feeling like a clamp on my burning cock. In the firelight I saw her staring directly behind me and her eyes were like saucers , her mouth open in a silent scream. I managed to dig my head into the soft sand just beyond the blanket we were lying on and the upside down image that invaded my very soul chilled me to the bone...... Barely 10 feet away , standing totally immobile was a male lion of immense size. His black mane and almost green coat seemingly making him even bigger......but it was the huge amber eyes that flickered in the firelight that had me transfixed. They seemed to enter my very soul , the intensity of his gaze scared me more than anything had ever done before , or since.
Without speaking I disengaged from my wife . sensibly she remained silent and moved very , very slowly. Our tent was within four feet and was rigid framed with a healthy lockable opening. I looked for the rangers , but their tent was in darkness. We just had to get back into our own tent without help.
I looked at my wife and cast my eyes to the tent , she nodded and started to move back towards the opening. We were fortunate in that it was a backward movement that was required , as we probably were too paralysed to move toward the huge cat. On all fours she slowly enetered the tent. In the meantime I'd managed to pick up a half burnt stick from the fire. I remember cursing inwardly that it wasn't still burning , but it felt slightly more areassuring that an empty hand. I didn't even get off my back ,but slid backwards , my eyes never leaving the lion. Luck was with us , he never moved an inch and I finally made it to safety. Quickly I closed the door , locked it and the screamed for the rangers. When they responded to my alarm call , the camp was empty. We found some clothes and joined them outside...still shaking. Our scattered clothing told them of our activites and the massive pugmarks of the presence of the visitor.
Laughter comes after such an ordeal and we laughed long and heartily....we didn't finish what we'd started that night!!
So come to Africa for a REAL thrilling funtime!!
Pete