hiding places
As a child, on long journeys, I used to gaze out the window and spy the best locations for building huts and dens: that tree, that ditch at the bottom of the hill - the one with the holly bush growing over it, that overgrown bank by the stream.

As an adult, I do the same, except now I work out the best locations for secluded outdoor shagging.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 12:03, 4 replies)

al Fresco
Does it make me a bad person to be thinking the same things occasionally?
(Eds Meds Mathskillz=1,Socialskillz=0, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 12:04, closed)

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nope, it makes you creative and smart.
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You're not alone
Amazing how many (ahem) ramblers (ahem) walk all of 50 yards into the undergrowth and then feel 'urges'.

I would at this point like to apologise to the couple who were entertaining each other in the seclusion of the (here's the hint) full-of-tasty-animals woods.

I freely admit that a shotgun going off at close range as I was approaching the Vinegars would cramp my style, and several important muscle groups as well.

So the second (and third, gotta love semi-autos) shots were maybe a little OTT.

By the way madam, you left your knickers behind.

They're probably being used as a trampoline by the local squirrels now as I considerately hung them on a fence post before ambling off.

Top Tip, rural shaggers- a 'bush' that farts every now and then and has the occasional fag may not actually be a bush.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 13:44, closed)

I have a few places
around town, in very public spots, where I hope one day to have sex. They're little out-of-the-way nooks that no one ever goes into, as far as I can tell.

Now I just need a sufficiently adventurous partner...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 18 Mar 2008, 15:13, closed)