Where's the Craziest Place You've Had Sex?

From a Jet-Ski to the Louvre, real people confess their sexual adventures.
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Couple kissingIn the stirrups at a gynecologist’s office

Patty*, a healthcare consultant in Las Vegas, now 46, has a story to tell from her wild twenties that is certainly something to ponder the next time you’re in for your annual checkup.

“I was working in a doctor’s office and my fiancé, Don, a paramedic, was between calls and came by to keep me company as I closed up for the day. He started helping me straighten up one of the exam rooms and was joking about the stirrups, saying “now relax.” I started giggling and soon I was demonstrating how we put patients in the stirrups. Next thing I know, we’re doing far more than any exam I ever witnessed!”

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In the Louvre

Peter*, from Los Angeles, is a 39-year old photographer, but he had the cultural experience of his life when he was 26 and backpacking in Europe with his girlfriend and a buddy from Montreal.

“I didn’t think about it much beforehand, but three’s a crowd, if you know what I mean – especially when you’re sleeping in a tent. Necessity is the mother of all invention so my girlfriend and I had to be creative in our quest to get it on. We had just one day in Paris, and the Louvre was one of our stops. My buddy took off with a map of the museum and we took off in another direction. My girlfriend had to use the restroom so we went looking for one. She went in and after a minute came out and grabbed my hand and pulled me in with her. Her point was clear: She pulled her pants down, leaned over the sink and… well you know the rest.”

On an RV roof at Burning Man

Christine*, a 24-year-old marketing coordinator from California, says she’s not the exhibitionist type at all, but there must be something in the air at Burning Man, which she describes as a “crazy hippy festival in the desert!”

“It was late, first night in, and we all climbed up to the top of the RV to take a look at the setting and the stars. Then everyone climbed down and Scott, this former college football player (SO buff) I was dating, pulled my arm to stay up on top of the RV. It didn’t take long for me to get the idea that we were going to do more than look at stars. Inhibitions be damned, it was a blast. I really don’t care who saw us, it was amazing and thrilling. However, when we climbed down, our friends took one look at us and totally knew. Life is short, enjoy it! I say do it every place and chance you get.”

* Names have been changed.

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21 thoughts on “Where's the Craziest Place You've Had Sex?

  1. “Suddenly, the cops drove by and I jumped off the hood of the car (which I left a dent in) and then they shined their lights on us and told us to continue!”

    Am I the only one that finds this creepy??

  2. Hood of the car out on a two track in the middle of the woods, on top of a stack of hay in a barn (not recommended, hay is very picky), sitting in the shallow water of a sand bar in lake Huron with a full moon overhead (actually very romantic), and in the back of an ambulance. I think that about covers it for me 😉

  3. After jogging 5 miles you’re on a natural high. My boyfriend and I got back in the car with spectators all around and the windows all fogged in. Or it could have been the time we were out on the beach with nothing covering us but the waves rushing in and out.

  4. The craziest place I had sex was in a church, I was at my ex boyfriend’s sister’s wedding and the hall for the recpetion was connected to the church, we were all drinking and having a good time when me and him slipped into the church for a little fun!

  5. On a grave in Hawaii with my boyfriend while my former boyfriend was across the street.

    Really. On a tone-slab-covered grave.

    We were both into vampires (waaaaaaay before they were ‘popular’) and minor blood play.

    It was the middle of the day in a cemetery surrounded by fairly high walls and foliage, and I’d brought a towel to cover the surface which was gravely old concrete-like stone… and it was really, really good.

    I was 17 and he was 15.

  6. Sorry: correction: Stone-slab covered grave.

    Also: on an elevator in a tourist-only hotel. And in a cave on a locals-only beach. And on a black-sand beach with a bunch of nudists about. And in a theater loft, stage, and green room. And on a beach in the middle of the night while high on mushrooms. And in a field. And in a macadamia nut grove. And and and….

    He was fun.

    He died three years ago, ON MY BIRTHDAY, 4 years after we had anal sex in his shower while my husband-at-the-time and his girlfriend-at-the-time waited in our apartment, “not having sex”.

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