Yes, but when you work the late-night shift and you know you're the only one in the building, it really shouldn't count.

Sex in the dark room rocks.

Sex in any room! The dining room table.

do you ever (vageuley) remember all those crazy things you used to do in your late teens like in the park and in the yard and up the side the house and in the forest etc etc and then you think to now when your like, old and boring as hell and all that crazy stuff seems like another world away so you just dont even think about it enough to even mention it on the cellar. one day, god, i might not even recall doing anything like that ever.

Man, I AM in my teens.

My situation (well, before I moved to Taiwan) is kinda complicated. My girlfriend refuses to make out with me, but she does let me / like it when I play with her boobies, and sometimes lets me go south, but not inside her pants. Lack of makeouts is getting to me more than anything else, but I love her dearly and it's more important to me to be in her arms than in her pants.

Though like I said in the 'best childhood memory in one sentence' thread... back row of a near-empty theater... *grins*

well im only 22.. and i feel like sometimes.. its all over.

use your youth well Ibram.. educate her!!

Sun_Sparkz, you're not old. You can still have that sort of fun if you go looking for it. I had the same sort of fun until I got married, had a kid, and now divorced (currently 23).

OMG You guys are killin me! I'm 41 and since meeting a YW I'm having more fun and doing things I never did when I was younger - like in my early twenties! Hell, when I was 23 I was married and had 3 kids by the time I turned 25. You guys are all young and should be "livin the life."

hell, i didn't get wild until i turned 22. i had fun and did the normal stuff, but then i met this one chick. ok, truth is she was a stripper - deal with it, it isn't like i was looking for a lifelong relationship. buckwild freaky voyeur. hood of the car in a parking lot, broad daylight, in the beer cooler at a bar we just stopped into, rest stop on I-80 broad daylight front row parking. that shortlived "relationship" really dialed things up for me.

then i met my first girl to admit that she owned a swing.

22-24 were a couple of really fun years. 24-32 were pretty much with one woman with a very short intermission, but that was even freakier.

18-23 was the wildest , sorta layed back and took what Came my way untill i hit the PI ( at about 20-21 ) , That freaked me out for the first nite , then all was well , YES I have paid for sex , and companionship , the girls figured out that i was a nice guy , and would treat them as ladys ( if they acted that way ) , sex in / on a jeepney , sex in a club , hell sex on stage in a club ( HARD to turn down 2 semi naked chicks saying " we have a Bath Tube show , you want to play ??? ) , sex in the surf ( the ocen doing the motion and all that !!) etc,,,, AHHH good times !!!

Holy cats. Kids today. I didn't get married till I was 36, and we had our first kid when I was 43. (SWMBO is about 9 years younger) before that I had a succession of freaky girlfriends, sex just about everywhere one could think of, given the opportunity. Now I'm more settled I guess. I wonder what life would be like if I had had my kids early like most people.

I posted somewhere, maybe here, that I don't really think there is a freaky palce to have sex. Some more interesting than others, but when you are in the mood, all that social conditioning just goes out the door.

As for being "old and boring as hell and all that crazy stuff seems like another world away so you just dont even think about it enough to even mention it on the cellar." There's the story about the two old men sitting on the porch and one says to the other: Do you remember the first time you had sex? and the other replies: Hell, it's been so long I don't remember the LAST time I had sex.

/ramble

Enjoy, I've had several of those Epiphanies. There's nothing like it.:thumb2:

sooo, i'm a little freaked out. a friend introduced me to a friend of hers on thursday night. we hit it off really well. phsycially, she is exactly what i'm drawn to. she was kind of quiet and shy. but we had interesting conversation and all that jazz.... so of course we ended up in bed.:rolleyes:
i have no desire for a real relationship at this point and was perfectly clear about where i'm at in life.

the sex was actually really good. then friday morning she gets up and heads out,i told her i'd call her, no big deal.

i see her friday night and the sex was indescribably good. fantastic. i spent the time from 10PM friday to 2AM this morning on beds, floors, counters, cool decking (ouch), against walls, on the stairs... just incredible.

at 2 she started talking. and didn't stop until she left an hour ago. for the third time, having left things here the first two times. i know all about her kids and their drama. her parents' drama. her grandparents' names and countries of origin (italy, duh) her ex-husband. her ex-boyfriend. the guy she only dated for awhile cuz he liked to beat her up. her career aspirations. her career mishaps. her struggle with bulimia. .........and it just kept on coming. then she started speaking in spanish. and italian. the portuguese. WTF???

i only had one way to make her stop talking. seriously, if we weren't slamming up against walls or something of the sort, then she wouldn't stop talking.

as she left for the last time, she said she'd call later and we could go to dinner and get some shopping done. um, no.

since i've started typing this i've received two text messages and one phone call.

holy shit.

ah well, the sex was great.

ok, she just stopped by "because she was in the neighborhood" and found a painting that she thought would look just great over my couch.

i'm glad i don't have a rabbit to boil or anything.

You gotta realize you're prime real estate, man. :D