Posted on 06/20/2006 7:31:28 AM PDT by Millee
good morning stranger
How much of a display of affection is too much?
Hmm.. a good indication would be the sound of tearing cloth.
...public sex is naughty and risky because "we might get caught, so it gives us additional adrenalin rush to add to the sexual turn-on".A nut.
And I have used it many times.
I went to an orgy once and thought, "Geez, get a room." Then I realized we were in a room.
Oh, and that line" "Or what about when your cousin and their new partner. . . " Their new partner? Aargh!
Are we talking breast feeding here?
I have no idea what you are talking about!
I visited Russia back in the 70's. Their commercial passenger planes were from WWII updated with a few seats bolted to the floor and a strip of too long red carpet wadded up down the aisles. Apparently, Russian pilots weren't too sure about braking abilities around the terminals because passengers had to lug their bags a quarter mile down the runway to the plane and board using the cargo bay ramp. Once you found a seat with a working back and more than one bolt holding it to the floor, you'd get out your newspaper, not to read but to origami into a barf bag and wait with giddy impatience for the attendant to come by with your 2 oz of mineral water, a single lemon drop and to remind us to tie whatever remnants of seat-belts as best we can. A good half hour later, on the horizon you spy a dot. Eventually, the dot becomes the fuel truck with a little old lady who greatly resembles your grandmother. Granny pulls up, gingerly hobbles out and as you watch white knuckled for her safety, she manages to climb on top of the wing with the hose and begins fueling your plane. You say a short prayer of thanks she didn't fracture her hip but soon your prayers turn to begging that she put in enough fuel to get you to your destination.
Another half hour passes and the engines start to turn over, stop, start, stop, but along about the forth or fifth time the wings start to flap (yes, flap) and the plane shakily begins it's long slow trip further down the runway hitting every crater and small tree growing in the pavement. It's the scenic view! Past all the burned out hulls of past plans that didn't quite make it as your fellow passengers make final adjustments to their newspaper bags and hold the broken seat back in front of them in an upright position. You breath a sigh of relief as the belly of the plane does no more damage to the trees at the end of the runway than a mere trim of the uppermost limbs. Once at cruising altitude (the point where car license plates become unreadable) the pilots confer and decide granny skimped on the fuel, so they cut the engine. You float down, down, down, until you see the whites of the eyes of people running for cover, and the engines are turned on again and the wings madly flap to get us in the air again. On the road ahead, the pilots notice the street light has turned red so they apply the brakes and make a 90 degree turn to the south. Proper road rules are used throughout each flight.
I'd never seen anyone going to the restroom, but on my last flight I simply couldn't hold it any longer so made the treacherous trek through the carpet waves back to the restroom as passengers managed to raise their heads from their barf bags to gave me puzzled stares. Kicking the door a few times to dislodge it and not knowing what horrors I'd find, I was pleasantly surprised to find a huge lounge with two 40's era couches, a few chairs and wall sconces. Body slamming down the facility door, I found a regular porcelain toilet and sink. No nooky for me, and certainly no where near mile high, but I did spend the rest of the flight back there relaxing on the couch.
When I see PDA's, I just whip it out and start snapping
Pictures!!
What??
Me either...
But I KNOW I have heard this somewhere before several times.
I am just mystified.......
The time has probably come to really exercise that whole free speech thingy.
If you show it to me in public, expect me to critique your form and execution. Loudly.
Okay, I think most people have had or attempted at least, to have sex in a public place. The urgency thingy. However, most probably try to make it as discreet and unnoticable as possible.
I get totally grossed out when I see people totally making out in public.
"Get a room" to be sure.
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