Dan's readers send in their most memorable holiday sex stories ever
Published: August 3, 2011
I have just returned from vacation — or "holiday," as we say in the UK — so here goes: My boyfriend and I both love hiking, so off we went to the Lake District, one of the prettiest walking regions in the country. The highest mountain in England, Scafell Pike, is there, so of course we had to climb it, just like pretty much every other tourist. What most of them don't do is attempt the two-hour ridge traverse to reach the top of the second highest mountain in England, Scafell. We did. Whereas Scafell Pike had been so crowded there was no space for us to sit and have lunch, Scafell was deserted. I've always had a kink for outdoor sex, and it seems he has a fetish for mountain scenery, because we had possibly the best sex we've ever had on top of that mountain, enjoying spectacular views of the gorgeous English countryside. There is nothing like being fucked while staring out at the landscape that inspired the poetry of Wordsworth and Coleridge! —Climber Loves Impulsive Fell Fucking
Thanks for sharing, vacationers. Your regularly scheduled sex advice returns next week — now go Google "santorum," everybody.
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