This is a copy and paste from an answer in discussions. After reading it again today i want to elaborate on the scenarios.
Reading this post brought up so many memories. My husband is not the adventurous type so any and all bawdy behavior has been crushed. The first few sexual experiences i had we more than pleasant, from actual intercourse the very first, to Bobby, this huge German guy, teaching me how to suck his cock. My first experience was almost not great, but that is another story for another time. However, the graveyard, or cemetery was a favorite place in my bfs convertible. Warm spring or hot summer nights, top down. It was a great go to place.
On the desk of a police captain, anal, night shift, bf boss.Very hot.
Lying on my side, a small beach, crowded enough, under a beach towel, he moved my bathing suit crotch to the side. Very scary, very exciting. Very turned on thinking we might get caught and do something so naughty on broad daylight.
At work Midnight shift, on the floor, between security guard checks. Scary.
Up against a wall, in a park, this cylindrical shaped building, making out with my bf, one thing led to another, and he pushed me, held me up against the wall and, well with a skirt on he was able to do the deed.
oh the memories.
During dinner one night i dared bf to take me on the hod of his car. He did.
Those were the days.