In our local rag, there’s an article about the increasing problem of people having outdoor sex in local beauty spots.
Apparently the warm weather brings these people out in their droves.
The paper refers to a girl who was gang-banged by five blokes on the bonnet of a car in broad daylight. I couldn’t figure out how they all managed to fit on the car.
Nearby residents weren’t happy about having their peace destroyed by the continuous grunting.
Apparently, this isn’t a one-off. This is a popular past-time for some people.
I don’t get it. I really don’t.
Even when I’m reading erotic romance, if the protags start having sex in public, I find myself worrying about them being caught.
Does this mean I’m actually a prude?