Sex in a tomb and on a cable car? Real stories about intimacy in unusual places

"Riding on the cable car in Kharkov. At that time there were open cabins without roofs and windows. The day was cloudy, there were very few people - I think we were the only ones on the whole road. And here it goes upwards, in some places it was as if we were falling into the void, hanging at a height above the forest: there were no pedestrians, we could see neither the beginning nor the end of the road. And it was at this point that the cab suddenly stopped. We stood for about twenty minutes. And while the booth was standing, we had time to fool around. We tried, however, not to rock the stall too much".

"Actually, it wasn't as interesting as it sounds. I worked in a restaurant in the museum, and my boyfriend worked in the museum itself. And somehow they brought rare exhibits to the museum, a bunch of people came, and we stayed after closing time to admire the exhibits alone. In general, we were so inspired by art that we became closer to the beautiful there, on the banquette. To answer your question: no, it was not a banquette of the XIX century, it was an ordinary bench on which visitors rest. Later we found out that there were cameras, but no one said anything".

"I'm a professional diver, so I managed to have sex at depth a couple of times. It's hard to keep 'neutral buoyancy' - hanging out at depth. Of course, the water temperature should be at least 32-33 degrees, because you dive in a swimsuit without a wetsuit.

Optimal position: a man sits on the bottom with support on his hands, a woman on top or standing. There is almost no gravity. Lubricant, as always in water, is quickly washed out, so this option is not for every day, but within the exotic. And a recommendation: do not have "deep" sex in Egypt, because the phrase "sat with his ass on a hedgehog" will become a figure of speech".

"About ten years ago, the case was. There was a library not far from my house, and my then boyfriend was asked to guard it at night. We would gather in the empty library with friends. There was a huge round discussion table, and it was very comfortable to play spin the bottle on that table. And it was convenient to have sex on it, too, if between us.

We used to do that from time to time: I would lie down or sit on the table, and my boyfriend would lie on top of me. But then we realized that there were a couple of cameras in the library, and one of them was aimed at this table. So we changed to the fluffy carpet in the children's book section. No one was watching the camera footage, thank goodness! All this bacchanalia lasted about a month, and then neighbors began to complain that at night in the library is very loud. They had to shut it down.

"A few years ago, my husband and I lived in a real castle, which once belonged to a noble family. The castle was inherited by a will from an acquaintance of ours, and he was not ready to live there and look after it, so he asked us. Not far from the castle there was a family tomb: the entrance was underground, closed by a huge stone with the family coat of arms. I still can't imagine how my husband managed to move that stone with a pickaxe.

We went downstairs, and there were family coffins of the XVIII century: beautiful, with carved patterns, and next to them - those simpler, "communist" wooden coffins. The thieves opened one of the coffins, and the skeleton of the unfortunate man was "dismantled": his head and leg were thrown out of the coffin. We tidied up, cleaned everything and put it back. And before we left, we decided to have sex.

Yes, I realize it's unexpected, but we were so tired, and it was so quiet and dusky, we needed to unwind. Who would pass up an opportunity like that? I think that skeleton was so happy to be reunited with his parts that he would have forgiven us.

"I had just great sex at an afternoon session of American Divorce. Seriously! There weren't very many people in the audience. I sat on my boyfriend's lap and he lifted my skirt on me, unzipped my fly and sat me right on his cock. The movement had to be very soft and quiet, but I was just thrilled."

"I was about 20 years old, and I had a stormy romance: passions were boiling. And so we were walking around the city one day and wandered into the cemetery. It was summer, we gave in to our lust right on the bench near the grave. Of course, it was more adrenaline than pleasure, but it was still a very curious experience.

"I was eighteen, it was winter. We go with my then young man in the subway: a crowd of people, all on each other's heads go. And this same dense mass of people piled into the car. I was wearing a long, wide fur coat and a very short skirt with stockings and a thong underneath.

My boyfriend somehow managed to get a seat, and he put me on his lap. And I could feel him getting a hard-on. And all of a sudden I thought, "Why not?" I moved a little bit, I felt his hand under my skirt. Thanks to the fact that my panties were just strings, it was easy to get on his cock.

I don't think anyone noticed. It's hard to say whether I liked it or not - it was a lot of adrenaline!"