We have already told you where to have sex so so that pleasant memories remain, and not health problems or legal problems. Now different people have shared their personal experiences of sex in public places - in the theater, in a hospital bed, under the noses of the Swedish police and in other non-obvious places - and assessed the limits of their freedom and that of others.
Interview: Irina Kuzmicheva
I am attracted by the very idea of having sex where everyone else's thoughts are occupied by others. I don't want to treat sex as an ordinary activity like brushing your teeth. Always in bed, one script, the same words - such a daily ritual with a pillow under the lower back will someday be my salvation from insomnia. But for now, sex for me is a holiday that can be anywhere. Quick sex, uncomfortable positions, you observe the necessary silence, and then you correct your hair and go out to people. They can't even imagine what happened now. At such moments I feel young and carefree. The main thing is not to interfere with anyone and have a cheerful adventurer as a partner. As a student, I had one.
We found sex places all over the place. In the park, in a restaurant, in a store, at an institute, at sea, in a movie - this is the least of what comes to mind on the fly. It only came out awkward once. On the shared balcony of a residential building (25th floor, a mesmerizing view of the city at night), we were close to a climax when a woman saw us through the window and threatened to call the police. We decided that she was jealous of us and left.
One of my favorite cases is at the university, where the young man and I studied together. We had a very strict teacher on the history of Russian journalism, it was almost impossible to pass his test. Fifteen minutes before the next retake, we went to the machine for coffee, repeating tickets on the way. And we turned onto a narrow black staircase: we decided to go up and see what was above. There was a dead-end dark area. We both realized what would happen now, I instantly got aroused. When asked who was the editor-in-chief of the Moscow Telegraph, he reached my chest with his hand. While I was telling that Baratynsky, Kireevsky, Zhukovsky and Bestuzhev took part in the magazine, tore apart a pack of condoms. He entered me with a clarifying question, which of the Bestuzhevs, because there were four of them in the family. After a long kiss, I clarified that Bestuzhev-Marlinsky. Then we moved on to the problems of the Teleskop magazine, accelerating with each word. He was behind and whispered in his ear about the feuilletons that Pushkin wrote to the magazine under the pseudonym “M. Kosichkin ". I kept repeating: "No, you are saying everything wrong." And when he finished, he corrected himself: "Pushkin wrote under the pseudonym Feofelakt Kosichkin." After that we put each other in order and entered the audience with a slight delay. I don't remember if we passed the test that time.
When you are a lesbian and practice mostly fingering, there are no problems with sex in non-standard locations. Moreover, the format allows you not to “burn” as much as it happens with heterosexual or gay couples. Although several times, even in extreme places, like a toilet in a bar and an empty train compartment, I did cunnilingus.
A couple of years ago, a beautiful and large Ferris wheel with spacious transparent cabins was installed on the Gdansk embankment. The girl and I decided to go for a drive one evening and just occupied a booth, in which there was no one else but us. As it turned out, the wheel moves slowly and makes not one, but two complete revolutions. We decided to take advantage of this, looking at the beautiful city with its night lights. Of course, due to the fact that the booths are transparent and there is a risk of getting into the field of vision of the neighbors on the wheel, you will not particularly walk around, but how much does it take for your hands to unbutton the fly on your jeans,slip under panties and bra? And in general, it is doubly beauty - a postcard view of the old city and intimacy with a beautiful girl. Only the windows of the booth were fogged up a little.
The most unusual experience was sex on the bus, which took the journalists on a press tour to the odious Seliger camp. The girl and I were young (the trip became part of the summer practice at the university) and we wanted each other all the time. When we left Moscow, everyone on the bus was already asleep. The girl was so nice, lightly dressed, outside the window - warm summer air and a dark road. In general, we could not resist, and my hand was in her panties for a few more tens of minutes, and my lips were on the neck and chest. It amused me that a Russia Today journalist was sleeping across the seat from us. The "damned homosexuals" didn't get so close to him.
The same girl had sex in a train compartment, in a cinema, on a night beach, in a room with other people. On the other hand - just on the street, around the corner from the Mayak bar. Of course it was a little scary. Especially when the sex took place in an institution like a hospital or university. Still, doctors and teachers are the best at scolding, condemning and looking evil. And you still have to intersect with them, these are not random passers-by whom you will never meet again. On the other hand, the fear of being caught heats up emotions and makes it impossible to slow down - you need to act quickly. In the case of sex at the university, the spice added by the fact that the door to the classroom did not close. And a couple of minutes after we finished, the teacher came in. It seems that we then blushed. There was no castle in the hospital ward either, and there was a risk that we would be caught. Similarly lucky to cum and get dressed before the evening visit of the doctors happened.
All cases were spontaneous. After several unusual sex locations, I began to think that this list was missing an airplane, a fitting room in a store and religious backyards, may the believers forgive me.
It always seemed strange to me that for such actions, enthusiastic people could be fined or imprisoned for "hooliganism". Well, feelings and desire flooded in, with whom it does not happen. This is not about special provocation (which is sometimes not bad either), but just spontaneous sex, when people try to remain unnoticed. It just doesn't always work out.
A young man (already a former one) and I were traveling on the Moscow-Belgorod train. They occupied the two upper bunks in the compartment. I climbed over to the guy's bed, began to watch a movie. And we were overtaken by an incredible desire to have sex. It was more convenient to do it in the compartment than, for example, in the toilet. The train was at night, our downstairs neighbors quickly fell asleep. We would hardly do this if there were children in the compartment. But we were lucky - our fellow travelers turned out to be a couple of forty-five years old. Therefore, the moral and ethical side of the issue has disappeared by itself.
We were young and in love, now I would hardly repeat this. But this is one of the funniest experiences of my life. Naturally, we were worried that people from below would wake up and catch us. But it even added emotions - I have never received such vivid impressions from sex. When it was over, I just climbed into my seat and tried to sleep, but it didn't work out. I got excited and relished the details. I do not regret what happened, but, I repeat, I would hardly do that now. With sense control it became somehow easier. After all, there are much nicer and more comfortable places to have sex.
This was not the first or the last experience of sex in a public place, but the only one that happened really unexpectedly. The previous experience was quite deliberate - my partner and I really wanted to try something unusual, so we deliberately went to the beach or into the forest. And near the police station in Stockholm, everything happened suddenly. It was a romantic period in our relationship, when nothing stops at all.
There was no fear of being caught, simply because the brain was not working in this direction at that moment.And that was in Sweden, where, in principle, you feel safe. The young man and I calmly walk by the hands there, like schoolchildren. And, it seems, no one cares. To be honest, that night there was another fear - to get into dog shit, because during the day they walk pets on the same lawn. Therefore, we tried to lay some clothes on the grass.
I can't say that sex in public places heightens the sensations. In my opinion, sensations sharpen strong feelings or the right partner, and not some external signs. And my experience (or is it already age?) Suggests that the best place to have sex is in bed. Although, if I were at the right hour with the right person on the Champ de Mars, maybe history would repeat itself.
As for the ethical aspect - I still believe that there is a reasonable framework and someone's entertainment should not violate other people's boundaries. At the same time, I believe that in a healthy society, a sex scene accidentally seen can hardly harm the psyche of a child, but a lack of sex education is quite.
When I began to remember where I had sex outside the home, it turned out that I “love, know how, practice”. Everything happened in the toilet of the cafe and the toilet of the train, in the forest park, in the car, in the entrance and in the cinema many times. But the most unexpected and "like in a movie" was sex literally under the roof of a house, not just one of our own, but a building in the city center. Despite the subzero temperatures, the date - December 31 - increased the degree of romance. The man and I met in the city center to buy gifts for relatives at the last moment. But instead of shops, we went to a cafe located at the entrance of a residential building. Somewhere between pizza and coffee, we found ourselves holding hands and other body parts. By the way, despite the holiday, we had not yet started drinking, and we were only drunk from each other. Therefore, from the cafe we went not to the street, but up the stairs, stopping at each flight, kissing, unbuttoning each other more and more fasteners and crawling under the clothes with cold hands.
With this gait we got to the last floor. Above was only an iron door to the attic, where a dilapidated staircase led. The man got up to check, suddenly open. And I said that this could not be, it will turn out so romantically that it is already disgusting. The door was open, and there was no one in the attic - perfect. For decency, we climbed onto the roof, gasped at the beauty that appeared before our eyes, and took regular selfies. But we already unambiguously exchanged glances, as we had a joint experience of enchanting sex in the cinema, where there were ten spectators besides us (I still don't know how the First Avenger: Confrontation ended). So we went back to the attic and got down to business. It was cold, so there was only enough of us to pull down our jeans. But that's enough. Fortunately, he had a condom with him, so nothing prevented him from enjoying spontaneity without consequences. During those beautiful minutes, I looked out the attic window at the darkening sky and the windows of the house opposite, while the street musician below sang rather tolerably about a heart that stopped and started again. Which at that moment perfectly matched the state of the two troublemakers. After that, we spent New Year's Eve together, although we had not planned. Spent, of course, in bed. And it was just as good as having sex on the roof.
I have had sex in a public place twice in my life. First time was on the beach. We went to nature in a big company. A spark ran between me and one of the girls, with whom I was almost unfamiliar before. We chatted, danced, and then went to the water to watch the sunset. The conversation turned into hugs, hugs - into kisses, and kisses - into spontaneous sex on the sand behind a wall of rose hips. Nobody seemed to see us. The second time happened at a sex party. In one night, I slept with three girls in turn.There were many of the same copulating couples and Cs around, so I did not feel embarrassed.
In general, I am not a fan of this kind of sex. Everything happens in a completely unprepared place for this, you are very uncomfortable, and you only think about how to come to the end as soon as possible. Too many distractions that make it difficult to concentrate on the feelings of your own and your girlfriend. But, of course, it should be borne in mind that every such time I had with a new partner. Perhaps in established pairs this is a great way to experience new sensations, the range of feelings is still incredible.
Of course, it is desirable that no one becomes a casual witness of this action. Many will surely be unpleasant to see this, and these people can be understood. In general, our culture is very intolerant of the physiological sphere of human behavior. What kind of sex is there - it is not possible to loudly sneeze and blow your nose everywhere, but these are all natural processes of the body.
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