Wow, and I thought I was good for having sex in an elevator. You people put me to shame…
Depends on what the meaning of ‘sex’ is.
…and of course what the meaning of “is” is.
On the roof of a 7-story office buiding in downtown Milwaukee.
under a table at a wedding reception.
what can i say, i was young and drunk on free champagne
In my best friend’s bedroom, while he was outside talking to his girlfriend. The only thing he was worried about was that it wasn’t on the bottom bunk…the one he slept on. Well, guess what…
In the men’s locker room of the Holiday Inn swimming pool in lovely Glen Ellyn, IL, on New Year’s Eve, with a few dozen of my then-boyfriend’s extended family members watching videos in a suite upstairs. (We figured men would get less upset upon walking into a locker room to find a naked woman than vice versa. Nobody walked in, though.)
in the produce cooler of the grocery store that i worked at in high school, on a box of celery.
[ul]:eek: [sup]**Oh my god, YOU ARE GOING TO HELL! **[/ul]
Fate has conspired to only allow me to have sex in basements. Cold floors, colder air. Fairly grim and not exactly romantic. 
Public Lift
Public toilets in a club in Belfast
Graveyard (Necropolis in Glasgow)
Alleyway
Wenceslas Square, Prague
Airplane / Train / Car / Bus
On the shores of Loch Ness
In an occupied (with 12 people) hostel room in New York
On my girlfriends desk at work (she’s a teacher)
And many more, take your pick…
On the grass in the middle of Longfellow Park in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Not far from the tomb of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow himself. It would have been more discreet to have her wearing a dress, as Seven describes. However, we were both wearing blue jeans, which made it more of a challenge to negotiate the logistics of the act while keeping our clothes on. But somehow or other we did it.
While on the crapper. And this might sound icky… but while I was in the process. I didn’t think she’d dare to come into the men’s room. I later found out that my gift for viewing door-signs wasn’t quite what I thought it was.
aro…which club in belfast?
it wasn’t in the limelight was it?
every time i use the ladies, there are some 14 year old goths having sex in one of the cubicles…
** irishgirl**
Used to spend a lot of time in the Limelight, but no, it wasn’t me in there. 
(It was in the Manhattan, in the old days - Now it’s the M-club)
(Can’t believe I am sharing this…)
wheeze Aaah LouisB, good’n!
On an outcrop ledge in the Colorado National Monument.
ski lift
Given the name, you’d have had more to worry about if you hadn’t had sex.
For me, it was probably in the back of Mrs. Cliffy’s Subaru sedan. The backseat wasn’t large enough, but it did fold down so you could access the trunk from the passenger cabin, so we stuck our legs down that way. The worst part is that we were parked in my building’s outdoor parking lot, and some folks walked right by just as we were, uh, finishing up.
–Cliffy
On a piano bench in an unused rehearsal room at my college in the middle of the school day. With a window in the door.
can’t believe i’m sharing this…
On Mount Royal, in the forest, in broad daylight.
Also, in a completely dark room - every source of light intentionally extinguished or covered - with mattresses and bubble wrap on the floor, and about ten other people of assorted genders also in the room engaging in much the same activity.