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Why thank you RM...although its odd I find this thread bumped tonight as I just got lucky in Bicentennial park here in Nashville last night...awesome!
I stumbled out of Printers Alley around 11ish, drunk, holding the hand of a strange yet intoxicatingly attractive blond I met smoking outside of a club. The sweet sexual tension carried us like a feather on the wind up 6th ave, we stopped to make out in front of the capital building before our drunken amber haze somehow carried us down to the park, past the fountains, the supreme court and the farmers market. There against the granite timeline we made sweet passionate drunken rednecky Saturday night Nashville love...and MY GOD the orgasms...like a honeymoon in Niagara falls minus the tacky orange ponchos. She screamed out my name and I didn't care that she got it wrong because it was hot! There is just something so special about ugly doggy style sex hidden in the shadows of a state monument that just makes it feel so goddamn dirty.
Saturday nights in Music City are spectacular.
The above statement may or may not be heavily embellished due to large quantities of Jack Daniels and Yazoo pale ale that I have yet to sleep off...the outdoor sex however was graphically real.
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“My god I must have missed it...its hell down here!”
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