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I like the semi-risky kinda public sex. Unfortunately, my wife so far is not amenable to the idea. I am working on sex outside, but probably not going to be anywhere risky....
In the interest of the topic, though, I have done so with exes, some more than others. One of my first girlfriends, when I was in high school, was big on the risky sex, and she got me hooked. We did it in the bleachers of various high school athletic fields, behind clubs and bars, on the roof of Griffith Park Observatory (windy), on lookout pulloffs on Mulholland Drive, in Grauman's Chinese Theater (buttsex, during The Hunt For Red October, for the record), in City Hall, at the LA County Museum of Art (bathroom, next to a David Hockney exhibit), in the stacks at USC Library (good thing nobody was looking up issues of archaeological journals from the first three decades of the twentieth century), and once in a public park, where we got caught in flagrante delicto by a passing cop, who lectured us harshly but let us off with a warning (my GF, who was Scottish, laughed at me all the way home, repeating, "He could see yer willy!")....
We both initiated at various times, because we both were extremely easy.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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