Drunkly got down to it on a very empty train... But someone saw us cause the police were waiting for us at the station. Fortunately there was no cameras where we were, and no corroborating evidence, so we got away with it. But both of us had to go to the station and get questioned... Definte drunken stupidity, and now we're a bit more circumspect.
I'm an asexual, so if by that you mean classic, two-way bodily mingling, then nowhere besides my dreams, and I'm not even sure about that. I'm not averse to it, which is a miracle considering past experiences, but I don't look forward to it either.
As someone on the aphantasia spectrum, I have a weak relationship with dreams as is, but it does happen, and they do feature that, yes. If I am dreaming of something like that, it's typically for some kind of in-universe agenda, or if I'm dreaming of events resembling the second thing I mentioned above, there's a snowball's chance it's not a nightmare, but none of that has happened recently to my memory, as my piece of dreamland is preoccupied by things I miss.
Ironically, as an asexual who happens to have turn-ons (the term "asexuality" refers to attraction to humans, it can exist as a label even if attracted to non-life), I have actually tried often to build up my feeling of attraction by not indulging myself in the daytime, which in turn I hope would pressure my dream adventures into not being nostalgic. For brief periods, often it works, albeit you might say it's way more ritualized for me in my dreams.
I am likely asexual as well and I only had a sex related dream maybe once in my lifetime. Never had sex either, although I'm not necessarily totally opposed to eventually trying it.
In a little parking between several building, against a car, at night
In a building entrance after an after, at around noon, we saw peoples passing by :)
I'll keep the rest for another time :p
I know the intent.
Remember visiting the parents for the first time? What a nightmare that was. The one highlight was furious fucking in the bathroom while everyone watches wrestling or some dumb shit
In the telecom rooms at work, often, like multiple times a week. In the boardroom at work. In my cubicle at work after hours while waiting for a delivery.
In the back of my truck in every garage around the building where we worked. In my truck in a Walmart parking lot at lunch time. In my truck parked on a busy street in downtown Ottawa at lunchtime on a weekday.
In a stall in a busy boarding stable while people were coming and going.
In her pool in her backyard in the city in the middle of the day.
In the parking garage at a mall on Christmas eve.
In the public bathroom in an office building while people came and went.
You are reminding me of parking lots, people walking by, knocking on steamed up windows.
Probably the worst, and most regular, was a couch in my parents' living room. Spooning under a blanket can turn into clandestine sex real quick. All while watching cartoons.
Back seat of a car at a green space/park, but it didn't get very far, so I'd hesitate to really call it sex. I'm pretty much ace though, so that's the best you get.
You are reminding me of parking lots, people walking by, knocking on steamed up windows.
Probably the worst, and most regular, was a couch in my parents' living room. Spooning under a blanket can turn into clandestine sex real quick. All while watching cartoons.