Sex in a Kindergarten playground.
or not.

I was fifteen. I was very into angry music. I wore skimpy black clothes and had silly hair. I met Mr Psycho (who has been mentioned on more then one occasion), through a mutual friend.

Now I would like to stress that before Mr Psycho went all crazy and mental and rapey - we had actually done the deed a few times before. This is not what happened when he couldn't keep his greasy mitts to himself.

No - this was him - a 17 year old, poodle haired boy, trying to persuade me to have sex at his mother's kindergarten. Truly - the reason escapes me as to why he wanted this so badly, it really does.
However - for whatever reason it was, I agreed to go and have a look - but on no circumstances was I going to have sex with him in public if it was going to be in the view of everyone.

So off we trudge, him chatting animatedly and me with a ever growing sense of horniness trepidation. We get there and...

It's a dead depressing sight. There is dirt and bark everywhere. There is a freaking playground - complete with smiley faces everywhere. It is bloody grim. The sandbox is quite clearly not an option - I didn't particularly want to think about how many little kids had peed there.

I turned to him - gave him a look of complete disbelief - and walked off in utter horror and disgust when he looked back at me, grinned in what I assume he thought was a "sexy" manner, and said "So... what do you think?"

I should have left him then the seedy bugger.
(Poppet some assembly required., Thu 23 Apr 2009, 14:20, Reply)