Where was the most daring or strangest place you sunk the big hard one?

[AmateurEmale]

Because my recent post about "Dating A Friend's Ex (Advice Needed!)" seems to either have disappeared from mods' editing, or else does not appear yet in search results?, I will simply add that when I woke up from the above nap, she was easygoing, friendly, and super-nice, unlike most Generation X girls who I ever tried for. I felt like Rip Van Winkle waking from a dream, only to have this real-life vision of a girl who couldn't be mine (yet?) but who had good qualities and who was very easy on the eyes in her blonde V.S. angel appearance. > She needs to be the rebound girl of the millennium!

[stiv837]

I fucked my first wife in a pool at the South of the border. If you never heard of this place it is a hotel, restaurant, truck stop, road side attraction on interstate 95 in the U.S.. We were with my parents, and after a long day of driving we got a room with my parents to save money. In the middle of the night we slipped off and found a little pool down a secluded path way. Their was no one around so we took off our bathing suits and skinny dipped, folowed by my wife bent over the side of the pool while I fucked her from behind. It was the only good part of our trip.

[AmateurEmale]

@Banquomerc: I have a better plan for getting this girl than before. I have a diet and workout plan, as well as supplements from GNC. I already feel more driven to work out and I'm burning a few more calories each week on my elliptical. I'm going to beat average and eliminate my fat in the next 500+ workouts. In the meantime, I am going to Cross The Rubicon and transition from porn habit to pursuing her in the next 3-5 years as she finishes college. [She has had a problem with this because she's changed majors 3+ times, and changed physical colleges at least once. So I'm going to use the time to burn as much flab as possible and restore my male organ and body of 2004.]

"I'm a man on a mission / Less talk, more action..." -- Van Halen

[Sharkhunter]

Jumping back onto this thread after a number of years, just to provide a little more information about my otherwise inexplicable one-night stand on an overnight ferry with a Finnish girl who looked like a supermodel. For years, I thought it was the riveting conversation that sealed the deal. Or my puppydog eyes. Or something.

A few days ago, the other half and I were watching one of the many Scandinavian dramas we have on our viewing list. During the course of one episode, we starting laughing at how much shagging there was going on between the various protagnists, so much so that one could have created a "shag matrix". As the discussion developed afterwards, my OH (who is not Scandinavian but (a) looks like she might come from there and (b) very interested in the region) told me that dating as we know it was not a thing in Scandinavia, where girls were far more forward than they are here (in the UK) and where men were more than a little backward in coming forward. There was also the thing where rather than having sex after a number of dates, things would happen the other way around. It was also pretty common for girls to walk up to a guy after catching his eye, with a plan for a dirty night already formulated in her head.

This made me consider a couple of things. If I knew this back then, I would have made more of an effort to make eye contact with every half-decent looking female on that trip. On the other hand, Finnish supermodel Tuuli might have done this every weekend, on both the outward and inbound journey. It also makes sense given that she had a supply of johnnies in her bag...

[saddo]

Not actually sank it, but in a girlfriend's parent's house, where for style reasons I don't understand all the internal doors had been removed, and her mother was watching Coronation Street in the next room. She got naked except for panties and got herself off rubbing herself on my wood through my jeans.

[J J]

Daring .... what about risky?

A few years back my wife and I visited an old friend and her husband at their house down in the West Country for the weekend.

She is an ex girlfriend of mine from way back who had reestablished contact with me via Facebook after a gap of about twenty years.

Upon meeting again, she and I quickly realised we had unfinished business from our time together and that is how we found ourselves in her kitchen at three in the morning.

With our jeans and underwear round our ankles, she bent over the kitchen table and I fucked her from behind!

Having sex with someone whilst listening out for signs of not one but two partners stirring from sleep certainly raises the Adrenalin levels !

It didn’t help that she was a tad noisy when she came!

Not recommended for those of a nervous disposition but certainly one to remember and an “itch” that is most definitely out of both of our systems now!

[Estreeter]

Originally Posted by J J

Daring .... what about risky?

Oh yeah, how about this.

I haven't, but always wanted to in a confessional during Mass

[J J]

Originally Posted by Estreeter

Oh yeah, how about this.

I haven't, but always wanted to in a confessional during Mass

With my priest you’d have been on a winner!

[PJayBr]

Apart from the usual forays into car parks in the dead of night a few times stick in my mind.

The hotel I used to work in had a peg rug in front of an open fire, so I persuaded the missus that it would be nice. And it was.

Over the car bonnet down a country lane, but that was sourse when I found out just how scared she was.

Over the counter of a petrol station I worked in. I closed all the pumps down, did the shutters and hit the emergency electric door lock. Great time. I have never told her that I found out later that when everything is turned off then the door lock doesn't operate, so it was unlocked all the time......

In the back of a laundry I used to work in, wiping up afterwards on a local hairdressers towels!!!

[old alal]

Originally Posted by PJayBr

Apart from the usual forays into car parks in the dead of night a few times stick in my mind.

Check Car Parks

Originally Posted by PJayBr

The hotel I used to work in had a peg rug in front of an open fire, so I persuaded the missus that it would be nice. And it was.

Check Hotels, but I never worked in any. Check Rugs infront of fires.

Originally Posted by PJayBr

Over the car bonnet down a country lane, but that was sourse when I found out just how scared she was.

Check Over the car, but I was the one scared and scarred, when I felt a warm, wet and very rough tongue lick my arse. It was not the lady, but a cow

Originally Posted by PJayBr

Over the counter of a petrol station I worked in. I closed all the pumps down, did the shutters and hit the emergency electric door lock. Great time. I have never told her that I found out later that when everything is turned off then the door lock doesn't operate, so it was unlocked all the time......

Check at work, with both locked and unlocked doors, in lifts, cupboards, boss's office etc etc, but never at a petrol station.

Originally Posted by PJayBr

In the back of a laundry I used to work in, wiping up afterwards on a local hairdressers towels!!!

Not checked. Urrghh all those hairs mixed with ahem fluids, but one one occasion in a very dark room, my hands got rather wet. Wetter than normal, so I wiped them on the sheets, only to discover they were smeared in blood in the morning light.