Weird Sex Stories: The Strangest Places To Get Some ‘Strange’

This is what happens when you take "just do it" literally.
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Photo – Brazzers (Chasing That Big D)

Thankfully, there’s no shortage of adventurous people around willing to share some of their most daring sexploits. Especially porn stars, they do it in some pretty awesome places. Most of us are happy to get our kicks in a well-appointed bedroom, on the living room couch, or—if we’re feeling especially daring—in the shower. Not these people, though. No, they pushed it to the limits. Here are their stories.

TRISH

Airplane. I know, huge cliché, but who doesn’t have joining the mile-high club on their bucket list? First, my boyfriend cut into the bathroom, then I joined him. I thought we were being so naughty. Quarters were tight, the smell was… unpleasant, to say the least and, because he was so anxious about getting caught, he didn’t last too long. I staggered out of there, flushed and disheveled, only to see that a line had formed for the restroom… oops! When he came out, he just looked guilty. I laughed as he did the walk of shame back to our seat.

MARCO

I went on a Tinder date with this cool chick and we really, really got on. We bar-hopped around the downtown core until last call, at which point we were both in a fantastic mood, and horny. Instead of going back to my place we ended up having sex outside. Not like in some alleyway or in a park, but in the middle of the street. It wasn’t one of the busier ones, thankfully, but there were some people. Most just passed us by. A couple people stood and watched. It was awesome.

FRANKIE

My husband and I were at a close friend’s wedding out of town and we’d just gotten back to our hotel; it was probably like three in the morning. So we took the elevator up to the twenty-sixth floor (that’s where our room was) and he began hitting all the buttons on the elevator, like a child. When I told him to cut it out, he gave me this mischievous look and kissed me really passionately. One thing led to another, and we were doing it right there, in the elevator, as it stopped at every freaking floor in the hotel. It was such a rush because every time we thought somebody would be standing there, waiting to get in, and they’d catch us. Eventually, someone did, but I don’t think they could tell we’d been screwing. I was in a dress, my panties in my purse, and it probably just looked like we were making out, but who knows?

ANNE

Ugh. In college I hooked up with this guy I was really into at a pretty underwhelming kegger. We were making out pretty intensely and getting very feely in front of everyone. At one point, we ended up in this closet. It was so disgusting. I can honestly still smell the sour foot stank of sneakers, even as I describe this to you. So we were thrashing around in there, thinking we were being pretty discrete because—you know—we were in the depths of a rank closet and all. After a mediocre lay, we got out, straightened ourselves up, and joined the party outside. Turned out everyone had heard us—like down to the dirty talk I whispered into his ear, so they all began to slow clap, in unison. He seemed pretty pleased with himself. It was terrible.

Next time you’re feeling a bit daring (and horny), why not take a little walk on the wild side? If not, there’s always the trusty old bed. Or try getting acquainted with a potentially kinky side you were not familiar with.

Written by Hugh Jasse

An eloquent soul, a lover of women, fine wine, and travel. I can often be spotted aboard a skiff in Santorini, catching rays and artfully plucking at my lute.