I can think of a few: In Greece, an Italian gentleman and I did it right in front of someone's front door which faced the Agean Sea and a volcano. I also was dating a guy in the military in Germany, and we did it in a dirty little bathroom on a train going through Italy. I can hear it now: train tracks (chachang, chachang), my dress blowing in the wind from the window being opened, and the sound of both of our hearts beating wildly against each other.
Hugs,
Ciara
In Cambodia, on a 30 kilo bag of heroin, on a back trail into Vietnam.
In the Congress Hotel in Chicago, with a big picture window overlooking Buckingham fountain. Started kissing at the window,next thing I know I had her up on the dresser, discovering her body in such passionate ways.She greeting me with equal passion. Can remember the feel of her lips on mine at this very moment.
The afternoon found us several hours later climaxing in such excitement it brought screams, laughter ,so many sounds of satisfaction and passion. We both just exploded with sound.
What a connection.
Laid in bed for what seemed like hours discovery each other(intellectually),it was only the third time we had been together.
God, I can sit and just think about seeing that fountain, and everytime, all the details, all the fire comes back into my mind. I can feel her lips now. Her skin.
Damn I need a coldshower!!!!!
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My favorite experince was last year in june...i was with Ali of Los Angeles....We were in the Bahamas and after a great dinner we walked back to our bungalow hand and hand...I don't know what to say but, that nite was just pure heaven 
Life was good that nite
Sham ..
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...but I was in Pittsburgh one evening about fifteen years ago. I stopped at my favorite massage parlor in the city and they wouldn't let me in. So I went downstairs to the adult book store and asked the owner if he knew where I might find a friend.
He gave me the name of a girl, and told me that she would be in such and such a bar. So I found the bar, and her, and we talked a while. My senses must have been highly aroused - I kissed her while we were still in the bar, and can still taste her sweet breath to this day.
We drove to a rent-by-the-hour hotel that she knew of, and had the wildest, most uninhibited sex that I have ever experienced, before or since.
Never saw her again.
on the beach at Guantanamoa Bay, Cuba.
We were having a department beach party to blow off a little steam after a particularly busy week when the Cubans and the Russians were being frisky in the early 70's.
With 120 people on the beach we climbed up a 60 ft. life guard tower to get a better view.
We got a better view all right, I suspect that the beach goers did too.
It was, shall we say, stimulating, about 2 hours later, we climbed down to a round of applause from the beach.
What we didn't notice was that the tower seemed to be "moving" all the time we were up there, and as we learned later, it was quite noticable from the beach.
I still get a twinge in the crotch around high towers.
Just my opinion...
B
So I guess don't ask don't tell was in the future...?
Gitmo was off limits to lady-rines in them days wasn't it?
Nope, Navy women invaded in '73.
Changed everthing about the place.
B
I didn't make ashore in GITMO until '83, but there was a well-established community on base by then. Housing for families and all. The "downtown" area near the Navy Exchange had the only traffic light on the base...it ran on a timer, and looked normal on one side, but ninety-degrees out, had the green on top. It would go green...yellow...red...yellow...green...yellow...red -- because it only had three bulbs in it.
Yoda
Cheers to great sex!
A few years ago with a longtime girlfriend who almost never would make love outside the bedroom...during a thunderstorm
We went into the kitchen which had an alcove completely enclosed with glass and while she leaned against the glass and I stood behind her...we watched the storm together..she reached back and slipped me in and it was incredible...with every bolt of lightening we were lit up so anyone could see us from the outside
...the storm was furious and right in the middle of everything lightening struck a tree in my front yard less than 50 feet away
Whew...in that alcove it was like we were outside in the storm...she always loved thunderstorms and I have to say ever since I can't help remembering that night any time it thunders in the evening
It's hard to actually place your favorite sexual experiences when you're in the business I am in. I've had so many. I guess the European and Mediterrannean trips stand out so much because I was so young and in a different world.
Hugs,
Ciara
I was in Amsterdam and went to the red light district. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen (TV, movies, or otherwise) was sitting in the window looking both demure AND sultry (sounds like Arnold's Total Recall wish of slutty AND demure).
I went in to see her and she barely spoke English. She was able to communicate that she was from Brazil and was 22 years old. (I was 21 at the time). She had on the most amazing perfume and looked at me with a smoldering gaze that immediately got a rise out of me. She had an amazing body that was firm yet extremely curvy with a 38D chest and hips to go with it, but she had narrow waist that looked about 25-26 inches tops. She had a face that looked a little like Keisha, the porn star from the 80's. She did a slow dance and dropped her robe while glancing back at me. Everything she did was in slow motion like those 80's teen sex comedies (I kept hearing Tangerine Dream playing in my head like Risky Business). She put a raincoat on me as I sat in a hard backed chair while she slowly walked over and fondled herself (one hand worked her pussy while another massaged and pinched her nipples) right in front of me as she lifted her stockinged leg up and placed her toe right up against my balls and wiggled her toes slowly at the same time. I swore I even saw her start to glisten down there. After that, I didn't need much more foreplay and she swung her legs around the back of the chair and slowly lowered herself onto me. She let out a gasp and a whimper as I slid easily into her. She then nuzzled my head into her neck as I smelled her perfume and moved my lips over the softest skin I had ever felt on a woman. We started out slow (it still seemed like slow motion, as she went up and down on me... she had amazing muscle control as she lifted herself up and down). Right about then, she shifted gears and the sultry gaze took on a more intense look as her eyes locked onto mine and refused to allow me to look away. She sped things up into a furious pace until she could see me starting to lose control. She then started clamping down over and over again with her Kegel muscles until my world finally exploded.... After my eyes opened again, I saw her start flailing her head back and forth as she spasmed on top of me as well. She then thanked me in English and nuzzled my neck for a few minutes while I came down from the clouds.
I had been in Brussels for school for 4 months. I tried coming back a month later, but she wasn't there anymore.
THAT was my most intense experience. Maybe, I'm getting a little jaded in my later years, but I think I'm gonna have a tough time topping THAT one.
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I just recently had the very last session with my ATF due to some personal differences between the two of us. I don't know how many times I saw her during the past 23 months, but I can tell you that every time was like the first time with her. She showed me a passion in lovemaking the likes of which I've never known and for that I'll always be grateful. So if I had to list my top 50 or 100 sessions, they'd all be with her. I wish her only the best in life and the sense of loss that I feel is stunning. So if you ask if I'm in love with her....absolutely.
My ATF, never reviewed here because she never had a webpage and has been gone from LA these many years. We met at my place (I trusted her that much), she wore a short white skirt and modest heels. Jazz on the radio, soft lighting. We kissed as if we needed it to live on. I undressed her down to her thong and gave her a massage. We spent the next hour (and I mean an hour--ah to be young again) pleasing each other by doing just about everything we could think of in several rooms and many positions and she collapsed sweating in my arms, shivering and holding me tight. It was like this every time from the first to the last time I saw her and it was never that good before, and never, ever since. F*ck, I miss her.
My first double was my best experience ever. The girls were both 18 and definitely into each other. They also provided great service. I had fun with each and enjoyed watching them together. When comparing sessions that one is my gold standard.
I'm not sure what my favorite was, but perhaps the one with the most lasting impact occurred when I was 19 or 20. I was in Majorca, Spain one night and somehow ended up wandering around by myself and more than a little high [booze]. I met a woman of the night and we went to a hot bed hotel. I don't remember her too clearly, but she had long red hair, was tall and, I think, rather shapely. Anyway, in bed we were not making a lot of progress beacuse I had been drinking, although she was doing her best, which was really quite good. At some point, I found myself with my head resting on her thigh. Now, when this happened, "eating pussy" was something a few of the older guys [navy] talked abut, but we young uns didn't do, as a rule.[porn was not common place then]. Anyway, all of a sudden, I had a overwhelming urge to indulge, and I just covered her vagina with my mouth. The softness was incredible and the erotic pleasure was beyond anything I could imagine. I don't actually know what I was doing, but her hips did press against my mouth, whether she was enjoying or just accomodating I didn't know, but the end came soon. The next day, all I could think about was the softness and warmth of that woman. I went back to the area that night, but I never did find her again. I also did not repeat my experience for many years. Eventually, I learned more about oral and now am disappointed if it is not part of a sexual encounter, but reaponding to CiCi's question brought back a exquisitely pleasureable experience that I had not thought about for years.