When the Coliseum in Seattle (now Key Arena) was being remodeled, my boyfriend and I snuck in there when the workers were gone and had quite the time. You can see the very spot whenever the Sonics play. Heh heh heh heh.
“It says, I choo-choo-choose you. And it’s got a picture of a train.”
– Ralph Wiggum
I’ll remember that the next time a player slips on the floor.
Back row, corner, walk-in movie. What can I say other than it was a Sunday matinee of “Ernest Goes to Jail”.
In the computer room on top of the main frame with a co-worker/boyfriend, during work hours.
On a high cliff overlooking Matanuska Valley in Alaska, during the 1:00 a.m. sunset.
In the hayloft of a barn. Not as romantic as the books and movies make it out. Staw up the butt isn’t a nice feeling.
>^,^<
KITTEN
Fluff yer hair Beula, I’s feelin frisky - M.S.
I know what y’all are thinking now: “Oooh !! Coldfire is gonna make a smartass feltching remark using that ‘straw up the but’ thing !!”
Heh. No, I am not going to do so.
Coldfire: second to none but Satan.
“You know how complex women are”
“in the restroom… on a train… travelling from Kitzbuhel to Saalbach, in Austria… standing up (well, I was anyway!)”
Why didn’t you share this with us all when I started my “Forty Feet Under Club?” thread, about sex on trains or buses while in service? (^: Whatever happened to that thread, anyhow?
Weak. Shoulda stuck with felching, Cold.
(JFTR, I was going to leave this alone, but then I read your crack about Americans in UncleB’s “Borborygmus” thread. Heh.)
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
~ On top of a mountain in North Carolina, with my parents a few trees away, with the dog watching.
~ On a lake on that same mountain in NC, on a raft, then in the water when the raft tipped over… whoops 
~ In a 200-year-old log school, the attached church, and the cemetery nearby.
~ In the house of Jesse James’ birth, numerous times.
“Argue for your limitations; sure enough, they’re yours.”
Fellatio:
On a greyhound bus full of people (under a blanket)
While driving
Coitus:
On the hood of my car,downtown, after a halloween party.
Vehicle fetish?
http://www.madpoet.com
There’s a million fine looking women in the world, dude, but not all of them will bring you lasagna at work. Most just cheat on you.
Cars, schmars…
Lobby bathroom of my old girlfriend’s dorm
Traditional movie theatre thing.
Floor of the PBS Master Control booth while I was working.
In a coffin. Yeah, a coffin. It’s sort of a long story but you’ll all be happy to know she was alive.
“I guess one person can make a difference, although most of the time they probably shouldn’t.”
On the anchor desk of a local TV news station. With a cameraman. After hours. No, there is no videotape.
Well I finally met Cousin It at the bar one night and got up the confidence to introduce myself. It bought me a few drinks and I got a little tipsy and I had to be driven home and It told me it liked to be driven home and, seriously, another vote for the cemetary.
Gee, reading through the posts I was hoping the sub-thread on reading IT lasted longer, 'cause I’ve got a better story for that than for the ahem, sex thing. So I’ll inflict both on you.
Reading IT: working as a security guard in college (Vassar), watching the fourth floor hallway in the (really big) main dorm. There’d been some vandalism of people’s doors recently, so there was somebody (me) staying out in the hallway all night to See Who It Was. It was a Saturday night; I started this shift at about midnight. After the rush of drunken people staggering off to bed together stopped (well, it was the '80s!), it got pretty quiet. Then this weird young lady wandered up and struck up a very bizarre conversation with me. I can’t remember now what it was about, but there was a strong undertone of “I was going to go kill myself, but, as long as you’re here, let’s chat.” Anyway, we talked about her life for about four hours, then she went to her room to sleep. I walked home to my dorm as the sun rose, and never finished IT.
Sex: in the front seat of a Datsun, in the driving rain, parked on the street of a half-completed development. Right after we’re done, a semi (this was about 10 at night, mind you) drives up, doesn’t even seem to see us, and we have to scramble to get the car started and get around him before he crushes us. Then we drive around half-naked and try to adjust clothes.
…but when you get blue, and you’ve lost all your dreams, there’s nothing like a campfire and a can of beans!
While standing in the shower in a raincoat. Or maybe it was inside a metaphor. I dunno.
My girlfriend’s Dad’s art studio
Backseat of a 93 Escort
Church basement (not during the service, don’t worry)
But the best…A Carriage ride down Michigan Avenue in the great city of Chicago…oh that was fun
View every exit as an entrance someplace else
Oh, so that was you!
I can say me two to the MOMS house and in her bed during her absence and then on Thanksgiving day on the big table, before everyone came back from their walk.
I gotta few more, but Im saving those for the movie that will surely be made about me someday. 
-N
OK, I’m in. In the Pioneer Cemetery in a small town in Kansas, where the victims of Quantrill’s Raid are buried. That is, the people that Frank James and Cole Younger participated in the killing of. We should have had more respect, thinking back now.
“That’d be the butt, Bob?” What a bunch of lightweights! That’d be the EAR, Bob!
In all seriousness, the weirdest places I have ever Done It, as related in a previous thread:
In the front seat of my sister’s Mazda 323. My sister was out of town, my car was in the shop, so she said I could borrow hers. I was just cruising around one night with my girlfriend, on an empty highway on the mesa west of Albuquerque, when I made an interesting remark. She said, “Well, fuck me!” I said, “Not now, I’m driving.” She said “Pull over”. There is some logic you just don’t argue with. And so we had some fantastic sex overlooking the lights of Albuquerque. If my sister ever finds out about this, she will never let me borrow her car again.
On the floor of my girlfriend’s grandmother’s bedroom in Brooklyn. As far as her grandmother knew, I was her bestest pal, and nothing more, so when my girlfriend asked if she could bring a friend when she came to visit, it was okay. My girlfriend slept in Grandma’s room, I slept in some aunt or other’s childhood bedroom, and Grandma slept in the guest room. Much sneaking about under cover of darkness ensued. We had to do it on the floor, because her bed was just too damn squeaky. I don’t even want to think about what would happen if Grandma ever finds out about this.
I have never Done It in a cemetery, on a rooftop, in a park, in a library, or any other public spaces. I have a bunch of really neat places all picked out and everything, and I can never seem to talk anybody into trying them out with me. Maybe I should put out applications…
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Neuro, you have always stricken ( struck, strack, striked) me as a woman of the world.
You’ve never done it in a cemetery?
Talk about a sheltered life!
When the pin is pulled, Mr.Grenade is no longer our friend.
In lakes of clay formed by the runoff from sand and gravel mining operations.
…in a state so nonintuitive it can only be called weird…