I’m not huge on public or semi-public stuff usually. I just get all nervous about being discovered and that usually completely ruins it for me because I just keep thinking about that.

Some of my earlier sexual encounters were in a car by a lake, but there’s a huge line between that and some stories I’ve heard of people doing it on park benches. Seriously. How? How do you guys manage that?

But, the Southern Gentleman and I had a few semi-public encounters that I’m super proud of. Because I only freaked out a little. Oh, neuroses. 

The first was when we were taking a shower. I had just washed the last of the shampoo out of my hair and he, having considerably less hair, was waiting against the wall of the shower stall for me to finish. I grabbed his hand, pulled him against me, and started to kiss him. I’ve done things in showers before, but what set this apart was when the door opened and in walked maintenance to clean the toilets. My eyes widened and I put a finger over my lips. I went to push him away, but he just put his hand over my mouth and kept going. Such a good move.

The second was in a lecture hall. I had stopped into the building to drop something off and we went to pass through the hall because it was a faster route to the exit that would take us to our next stop for the day. (Yes, we actually got outside sometimes). Halfway through the hall, I stopped, looked around, and asked him, “do you think there’s any cameras in here?” He scanned the walls and shook his head. I smirked, took my coat off, dropped my bag, and he met me halfway, grabbing my arm and pulling me into him.

The specifics of the third I cannot fully reveal without revealing my location. But it’s the most public of them all and we were, for all intents and purposes, outdoors in the early-evening chill in what can basically be considered a sculpture. People were probably about five inches from us without knowing I was in there, giving a blowjob. It was incredibly terrifying and also completely hot.

So, um, yeah. That happened.