As soon as I posted the previous "hammock" thread, I thought I should have asked the question in more general terms. I won't necessarily believe anyone's answer.

-- Lars (lars@indy.net), August 22, 2001

Answers

In a hammock. The pics are on the web.

-- Lars (lars@indy.net), August 22, 2001.

A stuck ferris wheel, the modern kind that sits 7 or so people.We were stuck at the top and was intrigued in the fact that the damn thing could start up at any moment.It was truly a cheap awesome thrill and to tell ya the truth I would have paid the operator $100 bucks to stop it on cue.

BTW, we were both quicker than the repairmen ; )

-- capnfun (capnfun1@excite.com), August 22, 2001.

Boy, Lars. Your question leads me to think of many MISSED opportunities. I had a friend once who did it by a lake. Okay...she got caught by the police. We went to a lake when I was married and I thought the campground was pretty remote, but then I went to the outhouse and it had written all over it about "See Jimmy at the bunkhouse for a good time", so I got paranoid.

SO and I saw a movie about two folks who "did it" on a subway train and I thought, "Yeah!". Then we moved away from Chicago [and subway world.] I guess I'd have to say, "back seat of a Volkswagon in a public parking lot during a rain storm in Chicago."

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), August 22, 2001.

In a bed.

-- (nemesis@awol.com), August 22, 2001.

In a Vette... mostly... We stood up with the T-tops off and she bent over the front windshield...

-- Vette lover (zippy@yes.sir), August 22, 2001.

I am fairly certain my wife and I conceived our first child under a pine tree in a wilderness at about 4000 ft. elevation, on a bed of pine needles. It was raining very lightly at the time, but it was August, so we didn't care. Those were the days!

-- Miserable SOB (misery@misery.com), August 22, 2001.

I was sitting on top of the refrigerator and my very tall partner was - ummmmm - hungry! hahahaha

-- It (GetsHOTUpThere@SoCloseToTheCeiling.com), August 22, 2001.

I can't remember...

-- helen (was@it.good), August 22, 2001.

In the middle of an open field, at night, under a full moon.

Powerful.

-- Debra (Thisis@it.com), August 22, 2001.

Does a graveyard by a Baptist church count? (I'm afraid I have a bunk reserved for me in hell for that one.)

-- (Not Wild And Crazy@no.more), August 23, 2001.

It was on Angel Island in the middle of the San Francisco Bay. It was on a small beach facing West at sunset. It was a very intimate experience that would have sent the love God's dancing!

-- (pussygalore@hot.), August 23, 2001.

Astrally.

-- Aunt Bee (Aunt__Bee@hotmail.com), August 23, 2001.

You mean on another plane? A new version of the mile high thing?

-- Jack Booted Thug (governmentconspiracy@NWO.com), August 23, 2001.

On the hood of a '69 Triumph GT6+ in the middle of the outfield.

Going.......going.........GONE!!!

That was about 25 years ago....nice memory!!

If yall will excuse me for a minute, I'll be right back.........;-)

Deano

-- Deano (deano@luvthebeach.com), August 23, 2001.

In a graveyard? There was a movie once wherein a girl with a VERY southern drawl said to her boyfriend, "Did ya ever make love on a Tombstone, Jimmy? Ya can feel that COLD, HARD MARBLE on your BODY!" Heh. I've been intrigued by the thought ever since I saw that movie.

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), August 23, 2001.

In a hotel hottub, with lightening cracking overhead.

-- ya ya ya (Alice, lookin@thewhiterabbitshole.com), August 23, 2001.

Under the boardwalk.

Then there was the time I did it in a van. I guess the van was rocking back and forth. The cops shinned their flashlights in and we were told to get out. We quickly got clothes on and stepped out. The guy grabbed a towel to dry off his hair and joints fell to the ground. That was the longest second in my entire life. Busted in more ways than one.

-- Maria (anon@ymous.com), August 23, 2001.

On top of Old Smokey

All covered with dirt

I lost my suspenders

My socks and my shirt...

-- Rich (living_in_interesting_times@hotmail.com), August 23, 2001.

"with lightening cracking overhead"

Now that's ballsie!!!

Deano

-- Deano (deano@luvthebeach.com), August 23, 2001.

Deano, Well the storm didn't start till after we started *grin*

Stranger than that, It was one lone thundercloud over the pool area.

Spooky!

-- ya ya ya (Alice,lookin@thewhiterabbitshole.com), August 23, 2001.

I'm paying close attention to all these ideas, ya know. SO flies in this afternoon.

-- Anita (Anita_S3@hotmail.com), August 23, 2001.

In the woods under a blue sky on an October afternoon, somewhere in the middle of Mackinac Island (in Lake Huron, between the peninsulas of Michigan); on, in and among piles of colored leaves.

-- Eve (eve_rebekah@yahoo.com), August 23, 2001.

When the ex Mrs. Baloney worked at the morgue she wanted to do it there. I told her no and she left in a huff. She was still gone an hour later so I went looking for her. I found her fucking the mortician right next to a dead body. (on one of those table / body cart things) The worst part is he is a known repug! Fuckin repugs!

-- Tony Baloney (Fuck the @repugs.com), August 23, 2001.

10. Treehouse

9. Walk-in cooler at a fast food restaurant (Definitely a quickie!)

8. Golf course bunker (Beach for the land-locked)

7. County Park (Busted by the Fuzz, in a matter of speaking)

6. Car Dealer restroom (Take advantage of the sensuous experience that can be car shopping)

5. Pool table (Hard slate+coarse felt=misery)

4. While on vacation (Or anywhere outside one's usual environment)

3. In the kitchen while cooking a sumptuous repast

2. Spelunking?

1. Zero-g environment (requires handholds and soft walls/floor/ceiling)

NOTE: The author makes no claims to have actually experienced love- making in any of the aforementioned environments, particularly spelunking. In fact, the author makes no claims to have actually experienced love-making at all; I mean, with another person other than me actually being present AND conscious. Now I know what you're thinking: the sick bastard's into necrophilia! Now just a dadgum minute. I tended bar for several years and I can assure you each and every one of those 'ladies' had a pulse before, during and for at least a little while afterwards. Always used the mirror under the nose trick just to be absolutely sure they were still breathing. Not a 'John Bonham' in the bunch. So, as to the necrophilia accusations, I put THOSE rumors to rest years ago. I'll hear no more of it.

-- Rich (living_in_interesting_times@hotmail.com), August 23, 2001.

w/ Colonel Mustard and Professor Plum, with the Rope, in the Lounge

-- Debbie (dbspence@pobox.com), August 23, 2001.

Gave him a blowjob while he was driving (this was before the movie with Steve Martin, but the results were almost the same.)

-- (not@telling.thistime), August 23, 2001.

As part of our recent divorce settlement I had promised not to divulge any of the ugly facts about Tony and the reasons for our parting. But Tony has not kept his part of the bargain so all bets are off as far as I’m concerned. As most of you know, Tony is a man in name only and is truly a despicable little creature. After TWO unsuccessful attempts to provide Tony with a penile transplant, I gave up on this feckless loser and moved on to greener pastures. My lawyer had no problem showing the court how Tony had embraced the NAMBLA organization and became a poster boy for deviant behavior. Unable to provide sexual pleasure to a woman, Tony has been reduced to playing a ‘freak’ role with very young boys, who consider him as one would a carnival sideshow act. You know, ‘Looks like a man, but has no equipment’….very sad.

I will not be posting any longer to this forum and I beg of you not to allow Tony to be around young children, boys in particular.

And to any of you liberal ladies with brains, trust me when I tell you that Tony has absolutely nothing to offer you, physically, mentally, spiritually, or financially.

Been nice talking to you all.

-- The 'Ex' Mrs. Baloney (at@your.service), August 23, 2001.

9. Walk-in cooler at a fast food restaurant (Definitely a quickie!)

Ok, one more time, I love you all and you shouldn't eat out.

-- helen (seen@it.done), August 23, 2001.

Zero-g environment (requires handholds and soft walls/floor/ceiling)

I'd sure like the explaination to this one.

-- Cherri (jessam6@home.com), August 23, 2001.

I poured the pickle to Izabelle Jenson on the tail end of the straw chopper on the old Allis-Chalmers combine while doin barley on the back of the Simpson place back in 53. The truck just unloaded us so we had some privacy except for the flies and the yellowjackets. Those were the days!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), August 24, 2001.

In the early AM, on a bench in some strangers yard while walking home from a party. She liked the plants in the yard. I don't care about plants too much.

We're pretty sure we didn't wake the owners up, but I wouldn't bank on it.

-- Bemused (and_amazed@you.people), August 24, 2001.

Top of Cloud Peak, Big Horn Mountains, Wyoming. 13,167 feet. Been higher than that (with girl friend) but the effects of altitude were such that the lure of amorous adventure was not that strong.

But, see, Jack Booted Thug -- you can easily join the "Mile High Club" without spending all that money on expensive airplanes.

-- E.H.Porter (just.wondering@about.it), August 24, 2001.

Boswell, you old goat. How they hangin?

-- (Izabelle Jenson@potatoe.ranch), August 24, 2001.

Isabelle, is that really you, my God, I haven't talked to you since 61? Where about are you in the states? I heard last you moved to Reno with the cattle buyer. Would sure like to visit! Remember that time up on the hay stack I couldn't concentrate cause all of them damn cats was sittin there and lickin their lips. And you laughed at me when I told you I had a hard time concentratin on one pussy much less 13 of them. When I think back about that it brings tears to my eyes. Take care!

-- Boswell (fundown@thefarm.net), August 24, 2001.