Now this was some years ago...somewhere on the A10 around Ely in the back of a Mini on the way back to Cambridge from a Hawkwind concert in King's Lynn. No we weren't contortionists, we were young, flexible, imaginative and impatiently passionate with the overwhelming desperation of love anew. Did we get caught? Well someone had to be driving...
"You just went through a red traffic light!"
"Never mind, I'll stop twice at the next one
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That episode inspired the exhibitionist in me. There is an added exquisite pleasure during sex in the knowledge that someone is aware of or watching the antics.
More recently, my exhibitionist urge got the better of me and my willowy companion on a crowded nudist beach in Noosa. The warm sub-tropical sun....a hint of a zephyr on naked flesh unused to being exposed......the exotic aroma of coconut oil...the sound of waves breaking on the white sand.....the sight of naked bodies.....all these stimuli sparked escalating erotic and uncontrollable urges in both of us... we didn't care who was watching. These spontaneous moments live in the memory forever and contribute to my vowed intent of growing old extremely disgracefully.