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Outdoor Sex & Getting Busy Beyond The Bedroom

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Welcome to Jezebel After Midnight, in which we indulge in sexy sex talk.

There's nothing wrong with having sex in a bed. Beds are soft, cushy horizontal surfaces, and should you fall asleep immediately after fornicating, you're in the perfect place. But sometimes it's exciting to have sex somewhere else. The shower, the kitchen, the dining room… Or the backyard. I asked around a little, and an informal poll of friends resulted in this list of places people have peaked:

  • The beach (by a dune)
  • The beach (in the water)
  • A public park
  • A bathroom in a bar
  • The stoop of a brownstone in Brooklyn
  • A car
  • A New York City rooftop

What's so alluring about taking indoor sports outside? First, there's the spontaneity — being in the moment and getting instant gratification is a turn-on. But there's also a thrill that comes specifically from doing it in public. Is someone watching? Will you get caught? Getting away with banging in a bathroom creates a secret accomplishment you and your partner share. And, of course, there's a separate and distinct pleasure stemming from getting nookie in nature. Whether you're camping (and humping) under the stars or boning under the boardwalk at a crowded beach, the fresh air, elements and scenery all add to the experience.

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So where's the weirdest/oddest/most exciting place you've ever had sex? (Hint: "In the ass" is not an acceptable answer.)

Earlier In Jezebel After Midnight:
"I Would Do Anything For Love, But I Won't Do That"
The Magic Of The One Night Stand
Lingerie: Awesome Or Awkward
Ever Mix Food & Sex?
The Pros & Cons Of Phone Sex
Let's Start A Reading List Of Steamy Fiction
I Have A Crush On A Male Porn Star

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DISCUSSION

I've never had an adventurous lover, and Mr. Cole being the worse of them all. I love camping and would love nothing more than to do it under the stars, but I'm pretty sure he's paranoid of an ant crawling up his ass or something. I was able to convince him for us to do it on the sofa just the other week, but we're still trying to figure out how to get that stain out heh...that set us back about five steps (actually more about 6 - right into the bedroom). Oh well, still makes for a good fantasy!

Edit: forgot shower-sex. That's probably our one thing...though we litterally need a stool (he's 6'3, I'm 5'4).