before i was married i was dating a guy who lived with his grandparents. they were old and deaf and mostly they didn't know/didn't care if i stayed the night but sometimes we chose to go have sex at a rest stop in the back of his truck, or if the weather permitted, on a blanket outside.
one night, in the middle of july, we pull into the nearest rest stop and i grab a blanket from the back seat and high-tail it across the field. i'm laughing, wearing the blanket like a cape, and he's chasing after me. it's pitch black and i'm running as fast as i can and i slam HARD into a barbed wire fence. i bounce backwards about five feet and land face up in the grass. the wind is knocked out of me so i can't yell or tell the guy to stop running. of course he trips over me and lands face down on top of me.
fortunately i managed to avoid any barbs when i ran into the damn thing but i was laughing so hard i don't think we ever consummated anything that night.
a year or so before that i was dating a different guy. there was no one home at my house (which was a rarity, since there were about ten people living there at the time) so we decided to have sex on the living room floor. i'm on top of him, just going to town, i roll my head back and rest my hands against his thighs. suddenly he starts bucking around underneath me, mumbling. for a second i think he's getting REALLY into it until i open my eyes and see my fucking dog humping his face. that kinda ruined the moment.
ahh, he had a tiny penis anyway.
anyone else want to share?
danziggity, please don't re-share the old lady finger-banging story.