Monday, February 5, 2007

Cowboy up!

It occurred to me, as I was writing this post, that those of you in the UK might be unfamiliar with the term 'cowboy up' and might be imagining all kinds of lewd activity - not that that's a problem, being as this blog is all for lewd activity. I was trying to think of an English equivalent and came up with 'stepping up to the plate' - then I realized that was probably about baseball (don't ask me to explain baseball which I 'think' is rounders with pajamas and lots of money) and that maybe 'girding your loins' might do.

It's about stepping up, being the man/woman, being a hero and from what I've read so far in 'Sex in Public' that kind of describes a lot of the stories in there.

What else can I say about sex in public? Most of us have probably tried some form of it during that intense stage of lust when you just can't wait to get your hands on someone. Why is it so exciting? I'm hoping you are going to tell me in your comments. Fresh air on your bare skin, the thought of being discovered or watched - all of those things make it a huge turn on.

Let me take you back, back into the dim distant past when sex in public was not something that happened when my kids walked in. Let me take you back to Epping Forest. The make-out place for us Essex lasses and our boyfriends. You'd think you were alone until a twig snapped or the police did one of their slow drive bys and thirty old cars turned on their headlights and tried to get out of the mud and trees.

They do say love is blind - lust definitely is.

Anyway, here's a short excerpt from 'Cowboy Up" When you read it, picture the guy at the top of this post(or substitute a nice cowgirl)and enjoy...


Jen sniffed. “I’ve grown up but what about you? Nothing’s changed. You’re still trying to get in my pants.”

He blew softly on her exposed neck and then bit down hard. “And you’re still letting me.” After another quick glance at his oblivious neighbors, he grabbed Jen’s ankle and placed her foot on the second rung of the metal fence. He slid his hand under her skirt and up her leg until he met the lacy edge of her panties.

“You’re soaking.” He stroked the damp sliver of silk until he could feel her swollen clit through the fabric. “I’m going to make you come right here in front of all these people, and you’re going to let me.”

Beneath that calm exterior she’d always been wild with him. They’d had sex in any number of public places. The element of discovery had turned them both on. He wondered if any other man dared challenge her like this anymore. He’d been the bad boy at school. The one the girls were told to keep away from. But he and Jen had been best friends from their first day when she’d punched him for trying to look under her skirt.

Thinking of skirts…he slid one callused finger beneath her panties and plunged it deep into her core. Her lush scent surrounded him as he worked her. The slick wet sounds were masked by the roars of the crowd.



Have a great Monday and I mustn't forget to mention the fabulous and amazing Valentine's Day contest coming up soon! I just wish I was allowed to enter it myself but I suspect that's not allowed.

14 comments:

Erastes said...

Hahahaha!! I'm from Essex too, and yes, I would drive into the countryside for a bit of public sex...

Erastes

Mathilde Madden said...

I certainly girded my loins when I saw that picture.

Actually, I am very taken with the phrase Cowboy Up now I know what it means.

And, yeah, we all know what goes on in Essex. No one is surprised!

Alison Tyler said...

MM,

You make it sound a bit like the TV commercials playing here: "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Is it the same for Essex?

Probably goes without saying that I love sex in public! Stories about sex in public, and actual sex in public. It's why I've had such a stellar time editing two voyeurism/exhibitionism books with Rachel Kramer Bussel (Caught Looking and the sequel, Hide & Seek).

And I did manage to make love to a fruit salesman from Bath on a deserted schoolyard late one night. Wasn't in Essex, though.

Does that count?
Cheers,
Alison

Nikki Magennis said...

I think that's the first time I've heard someone compare Essex to Vegas.

As far as sex in public adventures go - look out if you're trying this in hot countries. I once had a nasty experience with an anthill. Not to mention nearly giving a party of bird-watchers their first ever sighting of a pair of Lesser Speckled Pink Tits as we fled screaming...

Mathilde Madden said...

I haven't been to Essex for a while, but I'm sure it is a lot like Las Vegas without the charm (!)

I don't have much to say about Public Sex. My story in the book doesn't really have any public sex in it (I cheated).

I once went to Brighton nudist beach. But it was cold.

Madeline said...

Sex in public - I hadn't had a lot of it until Felix Baron and I hooked up. We were really gone on each other so we had that 'wordless communication' that can cause confusion...he thought I was an exhibitionist, which I wasn't. I guess the most memorable sex in public was our attempt at a quickie in a covered mall parking lot. I wasn't sure it was adviseable but wasn't going to SAY so. We managed to mutually satisfy each other and even get in a little kinky stuff, not easy in such a cramped space. Happily it was over by the time the police pulled up and sauntered over to my window. I rolled it down and they asked if everything was all right (while they checked me out to see if I was a hooker, I later realized.) I said we were fine, but they said they'd seen my head bobbing up and down. I said 'Just now? Oh no, we're just talking.' (as opposed to five minutes earlier...) (Good thing I'd tossed a newspaper over the toys and lube we had with us.) Hmmm...finally I got it together to ask if they'd like us to move on, which it turned out they certainly would. So we did. I think it was shortly after that that I confessed to Felix that sex in public really wasn't a big turn on for me. That turned out not to be a big problem, as he had plenty of other tricks up his sleeve for our mutual entertainment and satisfaction. Maybe the 'moral' of the story, if there is a moral to a tale as immoral as this one, is 'communicate with each other.'Still, it gives us something to remanisce about...

Mathilde Madden said...

Hee. So when is the Madeline Moore and Felix Baron erotic memoir coming out?

kristina lloyd said...

Essex. I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure although I live in Sussex which isn’t far away (geographically, at least). There are some lovely rude-sounding town names around here: Horley, Fletching, Climping, Fulking, Friston. And I imagine a lot of Brits are familiar with the street name sometimes found in the Middle Ages, Gropecunt Lane.

Sex in Public. Yeah, I’m sure there’s some dodgy CCTV footage of me somewhere.

Kate Pearce said...

Essex...the Vegas of England-I like that-I'm going to suggest it for the new county slogan.

Vegas has charm? Where? I've been there a few times and it is the tackiest tacky place ever-although I did get to see the Professional Bull Riders World Final there and got to meet the cowboys and get their autographs (fans herself vigorously)

Gropecunt Lane-even better.

Mr Kate and I nearly bought a house in the Hertfordshire village of Ugley-and I do not lie, there really was a village hall with the sign "Ugley Woman's Institute"

Erastes-was that Epping Forest you frequented? I might have seen you there. I got terrible bites on my bum one evening from some horrible flying insect!

Madeline said...

Shall Felix and I pitch an erotic memoir to Adam? I think we'll wait until our parents are gone and my children are older. I'm not looking forward to the day when they figure out my penname.
But, at least I can claim 'creative licence' if it's not a memoir.
Going back to my pre-Felix days, I remember having sex in the front seat of a truck during a drive-in. I thought it was a North American rite of passage but, judging from the horrified faces of the passengers in the cars to the left and right of us (and below us, since we were in a truck) perhaps not.
Also, how about inadvertent sex in public? In the middle of the night, my bf and I set up our little puptent in a camping spot at a KOA campground. (This may be another North American thing.) The next morning we had happy go lucky, kids in love type sex. When we crawled out of the collapsed-by-passion puptent, we were surrounded by little families trying to make breakfast on the Coleman stoves. Oops. They were not amused.
One of the characters in my novel, WILD CARD, can only get off if she's being watched, so anyone with a taste for sex in public might want to rush out and buy WILD CARD...altho I guess they might want to run out and buy SEX IN PUBLIC, too, even though I'm not in it...

Mathilde Madden said...

Hmm, has there been an erotic memoir by a couple? Great angle...

Mathilde Madden
Filthy Literary Agent

Suzanne Portnoy said...

Sex in public always makes me think of my hot tub, the scene of so many hook-ups I could probably get another memoir out it. Frankly, I'm surprised that one of my neighbours hasn't slapped me with an ASBO. One of my favourites was an early summer evening involving 2 bi-guys and me. The sun hadn't set and the tub was clearly visible by about 10 neighbouring flats and houses. Then suddenly one of the guys in the tub said, 'Suzanne, I think we have company,' and pointed to a window at the house next door. Standing there was the Polish builder, heavyset and about 45. I looked at him, he looked at me and then quickly walked away. 'I think we better go inside boys,' I said and we ran naked into my house. That was SOME night.

Mistress Maeve said...

I'm in the US, but oddly enough, my hottest public sex experience was in the UK. Once upon a rainy night, in a dark alley, in Brixton. . .

ADR Forte said...

I LOVE that picture....

....umm What? Did I mention I liked that picture?

Oh right, sex in public. Well, I suppose you have to define "sex". If we go by the Bill & Monica definition, then I don't think I've ever done it. Mr ADR tends to disagree with me here, but the back room of the bowling alley counts as private property. Not public :P

If we go with a somewhat broader definition though, there have been a few other places. Hotel balcony. Supermarket parking lot. The ferry at Disney World. Hotel swimming pool. The beach (I don't recommend this one by the way) and the squash court at a gym.
Not much to write home about after all, but I'm definitely thinking of planning a trip to Essex now. You guys have me wondering...

(And did I mention I like that picture?)