How to Have Public Sex (And Not Get Caught)

Hi Colt.

As usual, I enjoyed yet another great article from you!

I have a question that has been cooking on the backburner for a while that, upon reading your article, is now boiling over.

You mentioned taking lovers and having sex, even in high school. When I was in high school, my parents forbade dating, instead demanding that I concentrate on my studies. You can start dating once you graduate from college, they would say. Like dumbasses, me and many of my peers listened and followed their well-intentioned but misguided advice. (I think at this point you are correct in discerning that I come from an Asian culture.)

Now I am in my mid-thirties with very little experience in the area of seduction and dating. Reading about everyone else's experiences, decades above me, makes me realize just how far behind I am. It seems that many of my peers of the same ethnicity are still in the same boat. For example, I have a friend who is a doctor in his 40's, still unmarried and lacking experience. Another friend committed himself to the psychiatric wing of a hospital several years ago due to his extreme shyness, growing depression, and suicidal thoughts.

My question is how do guys like us get out of this rut and start getting more experience? To give perspective on how scared I am, I have been "ill" for four years now, except the doctors and specialists haven't a clue what is wrong with me. I only recently came to the epiphany that my subconscious invented this "disease" because I would rather die than put myself out there to risk embarrassment at having girls discover my inexperience!

I am far from a sad pup though. I finally pulled myself out of the victim mentality and started taking accountability for my own life. I have been working on things I have control over, such as improving my fashion sense, body language, and confidence. I even got complements from friends that remarked I have somehow changed or that I appear more confident. But when it comes to actually leading women and bedding them, my insecurities come out and my nervousness show.

Perhaps this would make for a good Girls Chase article...discussing how men like me with little experience can make small changes and tweaks to start living the life they envision?

Thanks.

Hey Colt, you talk about "getting caught" in this article, but what does that even mean, "getting caught"!? The way I see it, there is a spectrum of different ways of getting caught, and not all of them lead to the end of the sex.

I was trying to have sex in a park with this girl in Hungary, and we had to climb over a fence in order to get in the park. Anyways, we got in and started getting sexual right away, but then some guy walked past us and sat in the jungle gym, about maybe 20 ft from us. So we moved to the other side of the park. She didn't want to feel 'easy', and I had to catch an airplane. I had the dome on, but she said no. I didn't feel like persisting, so we got up and sat down at a picnic table. Then, not even a minute after we get up from our sexual position (she was lying on her back and I was next to her, fingering her and her feeling my piece) that same fucking guy comes and sits across the table from us. He had to climb over the fence too, like what the fuck is this guy doing.

So all in all, after reading this article, I am still on the fence about what I should have done, considering that there was a hotel/motel pretty damn close. Do you think it would have been ok to persist and persist and get inside the girl, once the big black guy was out of site? Or is he the reason my girl felt 'easy', and perhaps it wouldn't have happened if I did push forward and devote more time?

I'm really trying to find the fine line between getting caught, before or during, and not being able to do it or having to stop, and the difference between 'getting caught', have people see, but still being able to go forward with it, and/or continue the plowing.

Thanks!

I'm a Dominique! Out of all of the names out there? Fucking hilarious. This article really speaks to me. Winkwink.

Before my husband and I got married we had had sex a few times, but the times he remembers best are those times when I would give him a spontaneous blowjob. He told me I was good at it, he really liked them, he liked the fact that these memories involved me and he loved me very much. I was the one who initiated them, and he also told me that if it wasn't for me doing that for him, he probably would have never had the courage to ask. Anyway, one night we were playing around and I asked him if he had any deep dark secrets, or any fantasies, and he paused a long while then said he wanted a deep long slow blowjob on the car hood, in the middle of a field, under a full moon. Said he always dreamed about that, even though he was already getting them from me, and that was a fulfilled dream, he still wanted to have that experience in every detail, but didn't think it would ever happen, because he said it was only a fantasy, and he said that he respected me more than that, and didn't want me to be in a compromised situation. Well I thought that was sweet, but he had just offered me the opportunity of a lifetime, I told myself I would somehow somewhere pull this off, I wanted to make a lifetime memory and I loved him enough to show him I cared. It was winter at this time, and it had to be July before we could have outside sex and be warm enough to enjoy it. So every day I would take a different way to work looking for the desired location. Until one day I found it. There was a driveway leading into a field that had a small uphill grade and then it went down the grade into a large open field that couldn't be seen from the road, and there were no houses anywhere around, and no chance of anyone seeing a car pull in at night. I drove down into this field and turned off the lights and sat there for awhile my heart pounding. I got out and scouted out the area, and it was perfect, everything we needed for his fantasy. It was wide open, secluded from the road, no trees to block out the moon and easy access in and out. So when the time came, I started planning out his night. The night I planned on was 80 degrees, and a full moon. So I suggested we go out for dinner and then a late drive. I think he might have forgotten he ever told me his fantasy, because he never mentioned it anymore. As we were driving I suggested he turn down that driveway and turn off the lights. Then he parked. I jumped out and opened the trunk to get pillows and blankets, and also got undressed. I walked over to his side of the car and asked him to join me. His eyes went wide when he saw me standing there naked. Then I asked him if he remembered telling me about a certain fantasy he had. Now his eyes and mouth went wide. "Climb up on the hood mister", I said, and I went to town sucking his cock, I devoured him as he moaned and squirmed and yelled my name. I took him deep with every stroke, I used my tongue, my hands and every trick I could think of to increase his pleasure and make sure he never forgot this evening. I could feel his cock twitching, and harden further as he was approaching orgasm. His moans were getting louder and he was thrusting harder into my mouth and his breathing increased, then he erupted, right down my throat and I gobbled down every drop. As he started to relax, I continued to lick, suck and slurp his cock, cleaning him off and milking him for ever ounce till he couldn't stand it any longer. He sat up, slid off the hood, took my face in his hands and kissed me, gave me a huge hug that seem to last forever. I knew then that I had accomplished something major, something huge, and something he'd never forget. I climbed up on the hood with him, we held hands and watched the moon together while the warm breezes blew over our naked bodies. As we drove home, I felt a warm glow and he kept telling me over and over again how much that meant to him. Now that the years have gone by he still tells me how awesome that night was.