Has anyone ever heard the phrase “Youth is wasted on the young?” I’m sitting here today, on what would have been the 5th anniversay of meeting my ex-SO (we broke up, apparently for the last time, about a month ago), and I’m thinking about my sex life…or lack thereof.
You see…although I don’t consider myself particularly prudish (I’ve used every one of my available orifices, tried every position my lovers and I were able to think of, christened every room in the house, etc.), I’ve never had sex outdoors. Nope. Never. My life is incomplete.
I have to face the fact that I’m 30 years old, and I’ve wasted the impetuousness of my youth, when having sex outside might have seemed worth the risk. Do I still want to try it? Yes, yes, a hundred times, yes. Will I ever try it? I don’t know.
Does anyone besides me wish they’d had a more…ummmm…how shall we say…unusual sex life? This is not to say that I haven’t enjoyed everything I’ve done…I’m just wishing that I’d taken a few more risks (no, not the unprotected sex sort of risks) along the way. Is it too late for me? Is 30 too old to try having sex in a hammock? What are my chances of meeting someone now that’s going to inspire me to throw caution to the wind, someone who will engender a “Let’s find someplace marginally private because I need to have you nownownow” sort of response?
Say, for example, if you are in the woods on a blanket where you’re constantly being poked by sticks and bitten by insects, terrified that you’re going to get caught, and profoundly uncomfortable.
Oh, and then having to check for ticks afterwards really kills the romance.
But, andygirl, the fear of being caught adds to the excitement!
Jadis, you are never too old to have sex in a hammock, or anywhere else for that matter. I didn’t meet the current SO until I was 35 and whoa, talk about adventerous. I thought I had left that back when I dumped the Greek boyfriend when I was 20.
Hell, I still meet men and women that make me want to grab them and just yell “NOW!” and I’m nearly 40.
Well, no, obviously not. But parents ar a whole 'nuther issue from outdoor sex. God knows I wouldn’t want my Dad walking in on me. Anywhere or with anyone!
I agree. In college my girlfriend and I tried to have sex outside in back of my fraternity house. The sex was ok and most of the drunks wandering around (it was about 1:00am on a Fri or Sat night. I forget which) didn’t take notice. It was more distracting than anything else.
I’ve found sex in the shower also to be overrated. It always looks much cooler in the movies. In real life, I found my big head (as in cranium) deflected the water right into my girlfriends face. She didn’t like that very much.
Are you kidding? I’m 45 years old now and after having probably the most boring sex life one can have and still consider it a sex life, I’m ready to spread my wings.
>> I’ve found sex in the shower also to be overrated. It always looks much cooler in the movies.
I have to disagree on this. I love taking showers with the person I like. I am not talking of sex necessarily. I love to take long showers together and just enjoy the closeness. When I renovated my bathroom here I had two showerheads installed, one at each end of the bathtub (plus the hand-held).
Jadis, come on down and maybe you’ll change your mind about the showers…
I know of what you speak…
31, three partners in my life, experimenting? well, does having the lights on count? Other than that, I am pretty much bereft of anything other than the bread and butter with small chance of more on the horizon.
Twigs, dirt, possibility of bein’ caught…all these things, I survived. My partner in crime, on the other hand, had to survive his zipper chaffing him. :eek: (Now he understands the purpose of button-fly jeans…)
Jadis, I don’t think you have to fret being past any sort of prime…particularly if you’re thinking about this stuff.
Myself, I plan on checking back on this thread after the weekend…and seeing if anyone’s come up with anything else I need to add to my to-do list.
