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Fucking outdoors: the opposite of getting a room
When I was young, fucking outdoors was a mundane necessity. The phrase ‘get a room‘ ironically got far more of an airing when none of us really had any rooms to ‘get’ to. So we fucked in parks. Behind bushes. Occasionally in tents or sheds. Anywhere you could reasonably slide off your clothes without risk of getting caught by your parents or the police. It didn’t seem adventurous: it was just the only option. Now, though, necessity has given way to spice. Fucking outdoors is an adventure.
The sex-snippet bus tour of my misspent youth
“See that field?”
“Yeah.”
“I once sucked a guy off in that field.”
“OK.”
“See that bus stop?”
“*sigh*”