I did a search and didn’t find this so if its already been done then I apologize.
What is the strangest place you ever…well you know…done it?
I once read Stephen King’s “It” while waiting in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles.
I first read Stephen King’s IT in the backseat of a mint-condition 1957 Chevy BelAir. If you see this car a rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’!
Uke
I was a little more than waist deep with my girlfriend and her sister. We both were reading It, while talking to here sister.
Ok…ha ha…jokes on me. I was trying to stay away from asking where is the wildest place you’ve ever “bumped uglies”.
I’ve run into quite a few ugly people on the Toronto subway… 
“Rigardu, kaj vi ekvidos…” -Magnus
in the armpit
And the streetcars too, Sunspace 
Some drink at the fountain of knowledge…others just gargle.
i beg your pardon. speak for yourself. ugly, indeed.
as for what was the most outrageous place i ever had sex, probably under a blanket on the grass above the stone steps down to lake michigan, chicago’s lakefront. maybe 1,000 people an hour walking past? {giggle}
Aww, fuck it, I really should have known better.
In the a$$.
Do not taunt Happy Fun Ball.
Butt-naked in the snow, on a bike/jogging path on a bridge over a small stream running through a public park in Bethesda, MD.
“How’d you get your mind to tilt like your hat?”
-The Thrashing Doves
You mean Stephen King wrote an update of Elinor Glyn’s “It?” What was it about, killer flappers from the grave?
Ok…I guess it’s my turn. My number one wierdest place would have to be my parent’s kitchen on Thanksgiving day.
Have to be a toss up between on top of an air mattress in the middle of a lake, and a pool table. Gave new meaning to 8 ball in the corner pocket!
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
yeah, great, i can just hear them calling from the dining room, ‘hey, hurry up with the stuffing!’ and you replying, ‘yeah, yeah, i’m coming, i’m coming!’
Well, actually, on the very crowded dance floor of Limelight.
. . . I, for one, really enjoyed the 1980s . . .
Steam up the ol’ lorngettes typin’ that one, Eve?
He weathered a firestorm of agony and did not break.
And while Yori raged against his unbending
courage, we took Kyuden Hiruma back.
His loss is great, but so is the gift his suffering brought.
-Yakamo’s Funeral
Hey, Flyp, I only need ONE hand to hold my lorgnettes up . . .
That would have to be, in the butt, Bob.
Oops, sorry. Different show.
My real answer is, in a dressing room at The Gap, and once, in the front seat of a 280Z, alongside a street running through a public park in broad daylight. We were horny - we didn’t give a fig who saw us
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” - Anne Frank