Every year, as it finally warms up enough to be naked outside, the hubby and I find a way to mark the change in season with a primal gesture of outdoor sex. There have been a couple of years where we haven’t been able to find the time. After all, we live near Seattle, and there are months that go by when the weather is cold or wet, or the kids are around.
The last time I had sex on the beach was in June 1985. I don’t remember the exact day, but I can tell you it was on the Pacific Coast not far from San Francisco. The fact that I can give you a month and year probably te
People write about outdoor sex all the time. It comes across as this wonderfully fun, spur of the moment, shrug off the clothes and get to it sort of thing. Personally, I find the reality somewhere in between.