Remember the Sex and the City episode when Miranda dates a guy that likes doing it in public? There she is with her legs in the air, when his parents pop into his childhood bedroom to see what all the noise…”I’m coming, I’m coming,” is about.
See, I’d do it in a cocoon if I could with drapes the width of Main Street, so when I came, well not me per se, upon a couple fucking in a doorway, I took a free porn pause. The girl, in the throes of teenage passion, saw me, and didn’t blink an eye. It’s safe to say, he didn’t bring her candy and flowers beforehand. Get a room, for goodness sake, even if it’s in your parent’s house.
At least they’re family.
When I told Camille, she said, “It’s the 4th of July, what do you expect?”
“Room service, that’s what.”
Connecticut, as old as she is, is still shocked, though I do remember rolling around a golf course with a guy named Andy, so in truth, who am I to judge?
SB
Hmmm; I find I’m arguing with myself on this one.
I am of the “make love, not war” generation: more sex is good. But I don’t want to see anyone else at it, nor “enjoy” an audience when I am. But I can recall, in my younger days, being overcome al fresco on (at least) two occasions: once in a lake (one of my happiest memories) and once in a Morris Minor (I’m just too big!). Doggers fascinate me but I have absolutely no incentive to join in, as either participant or voyeur.
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I didn’t plan on peeking, just found myself looking like when you see an accident. You want to turn away but can’t help staring. Love the term, al fresco.
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Flapping in the wind is a whole new experience! 😉
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Very funny. 🙂
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Susannah, they were celebrating the 4th with a bang!
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Indeed Skinny, nicely put. 🙂
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