Most exotic place you've ever done it?

In My Humble Opinion
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I got to wondering what you would consider to be the most exotic place you’ve ever done it?

I would have to say it was when I was working in Santiago, Mexico about five years ago.

I had arranged that we meet at dawn thinking that we could evade the heat of the sun and have the beach all to ourselves. I have this thing for sunrises and the morning breeze coming off the ocean. It has always invigorated me. So it was with great anticipation that I strolled to our meeting place.

She was this equisite dark Mexican beauty with a flowing mane of jet black hair that I had met a few days before. The red glow of the morning sun just enhanced her already stunning looks. She was facing the ocean and the breeze had caught her hair adding to the vision before me.

I walked up beside her quietly so that I would not startle her and although she must have heard my footfall on the cool sand she did not turn to look at me. I ran my hand down her smooth neck and felt her tremble as she turned to look at me with eyes that were as dark as a moonless night with the most incredible long lashes.

No words were spoken between us, our only music was the whisper of the breeze and the sound of the surf gently lapping at the shore. I understood that she was nervous and as we had only met a few days before.

We started ever so slowly as to get to know each other better, a light touch here and a caress there put her at ease. As the sun began to rise we increased our pace ever faster so that our bodies soon seemed to be moving together as one. I was surprised and delighted when a light swat on her curvaceous behind caused her to increase her tempo threefold, for a moment I thought I would be thrown off into the sand.

The sun rose quickly and as it shed it’s light upon us I saw her begin to glow with the efforts or our mornings exertions. We moved faster and faster together in an unspoken rythym, her fluid and graceful motion was almost hypnotic and as soon as the sun began to warm us the breeze increased blowing her silken hair into my face.

We went on like this for at least an hour and were indifferent to those people coming down to bask in the morning sun. They said nothing and respectfully gave us a wide berth.

I believe that perhaps they were used to seeing men going for a morning horseback ride down a deserted beach…

There is really nothing quite like it.

So where is the best place you’ve ever ridden?

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That’d be the butt, Bob.

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I’d have to say, on a small rock out in the middle of Upper Hell Hole resevoir in the Sierra Nevadas.

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Is the kitchen floor exotic? j/k

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Scenic overlook above Denver (late evening). “Things” continued in the car driving down I-70 to Aurora. Fortunately, traffic was light…

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Feynn - that was priceless. Forest Preserves. In the fall. It’s just beautiful when the leaves are changing. One day, though, I got thrown. Haven’t ridden since. :frowning:

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Hey Feynn: Did you get that from a Penthouse? Sounds exactly like a slightly edited Forum article…not that I’ve ever read them. :wink: For me: on a trail behind a very nice lake on my college campus.

Jman

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Yeah, so are you gonna clean up the Mountain Dew that I just sprayed all over my keyboard? :slight_smile:

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At the Wax Museum in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee, right in front of the Alamo exhibit dring when no-one was there.

Yes, I remember the Alamo

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Give me some credit Jman… this is an original and it’s all true although I got the date wrong by a couple of years.

Missy - Rides like this are almost trancendental in their nature aren’t they? I am glad you share my love of horses and its sad that you haven’t ridden again… you know what they say about getting thrown off don’t you?

Everyone else seems to have missed the point of the OP here unless Tubagirl has a really small pony and a huge kitchen…

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Haven’t been horseback riding in years, but the craps table at the dealing school where I learned the game has seen some action that you’ll never find at Ceaser’s Palace.

I haven’t always been a nice Catholic girl.

Feynn, that was good!

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  1. On the corner of 14th Street & 9th Avenue in Manhattan, right there on the curb.

  2. In the back of a Pepperidge Farm truck, also in NYC.

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Feynn wrote:

That’s 'cause we all thought that when you said “horseback ride,” you were using it as a euphemism for riding the cotton pony.

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DUH! (slaps forehead, hard)

Jeez, you’d never get me up on one of those things…

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It’s okay Rocket… I hope you didn’t slap yourself too hard.

And that wasn’t a euphimism for anything either.

Where I’m from it’s “ride the wild pony”.

But that is not what this post is all about…

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on a mountain…under the stars…bliss

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In a park gazebo at Rehoboth Beach in Delaware.

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Well, the kitchen.
I know, what a swinger.

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I’m thinking of changing my sig:
rundogrun’s had sex in my hometown.

The minute I read that, I knew exactly where he (?) was talking about. I wouldn’t call it exotic, though, as often as the cops bust people who do the exact same thing. :wink: (The late night summer beach patrols are on the “sex shift and pee patrol.” I can’t imagine walking around just trying to find people doing drunken naked things to arrest them.)

As for the OP… um, not telling.

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Popular spot, huh?

Now THAT explains the round of applause when we were done!

My biggest concern wasn’t getting caught, but ending up with a butt full of splinters. But hey, it was back in college and my GF at the time enjoyed the ahem “great outdoors” and who was I to argue?

And, it was an honor to have sex in your hometown :D.