Do you have an adventurous sex story? Ever gotten it on somewhere you definitely shouldn’t have or done it in a position you’ve never tried before? Ever had such taboo sex that you felt both dirty and amazing afterward? Maybe all three?
We love a good real story of things forbidden, don’t we? We all simply adore hearing of the experiences and exploits of those around us. I guess it gives us a sense of community.
There are so many stories we have hidden away in the vault of “no one must know.” We want to share them but get nervous we’ll be judged or criticized. There is a fear of going “too far,” isn’t there? This is especially true when it comes to sex and getting down with your wild, dirty, crazy self.
Adventurous sex stories? Many of us have them and want to share them. You know you’ve got some goods. And even if you don’t, here are a few very real adventurous sex stories from real women so you can live vicariously.
We hope this sparks some delicious inspiration for your next steamy tryst with your boo (or your vibrator).
One-Night Southern Stand
“One time on a work trip I joined a group hitting up a karaoke bar. Halfway through the night a sexy guy with a thick Southern accent leaned over and spent several minutes telling me how hot I was and promised to spend three hours making me orgasm if I’d let him. Two days later, I did. And he delivered. Over and over and over again. I’m typically not a fan of one-night stands, but that one was definitely worth it.” —Amanda, 34
“My boyfriend and I recently went to visit my family in Portugal, so our opportunities for sex were literally next to zero since we were all staying at my grandmother's house (and my son was also with us). We took a quiet day trip to a local city, just the two of us, and on the way back we found an abandoned train station and had sex on the platform outside. I was terrified that a train would suddenly appear but it was truly isolated and super hot. We have loved replaying it many times since then!” —Liza, 36
No English, Please
“I was in Paris on holiday and saw this very sexy guy sitting with some of his mates on the Seine. I was with my friends as well, drinking wine. We kept looking at each other. Then I motioned that I wanted to have sex using hand signals and he gave me the “yes” signal. We didn’t say a word to each other, but went back to his place nearby and had rough sex to some weird French techno music, but whatever. As he walked me out it suddenly occurred to both of us that I didn’t speak any French and he didn’t speak a word of English. We shook hands and I went on my way. It’s amazing what you can communicate without words. I was very impressed with myself.” —Gracie, 28
Red Satin Sheets Can Be Slippery
“My husband and I were both Air Force sergeants returning from an assignment in the Far East. We were invited to spend a couple days with friends in San Francisco. Our host made up our bed with the prettiest red satin sheets I’d ever seen. I pictured my hubby and I making wild, passionate love. My elbow somehow connected with my husband's ribs when I tried to embrace him, and trying to kiss me we busted heads. Then his pillow slid on the floor, followed by mine. Instead of holding onto each other as we attempted to make love, I tried to hold onto the side of the bed. The next morning we looked crazed and not in a good way. Boy, am I glad these were borrowed sheets!” —Carol, 69
“From across the club, we had instant, unspoken chemistry. He was tall, built, and bearded with a mysterious smirk, and kept eyeing me as I danced by him, glancing at him and smirking back in return. He came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, and without hesitation, I turned around to meet his lips with mine. Within moments, he lifted me up, pulled my legs around his waist, and pushed me against the wall of the club. I pulled his hair back and bit his neck, as he slid his fingers under my skirt to tease me. I knew we were too hot for the eyes of the club, so I motioned for us to move to the bathroom. I grabbed his hand and led him to a stall, locking the door behind me. We wasted no time undressing, and I slipped him inside me, exchanging no words but knowing we wanted our bodies intertwined. After a few rounds of positions, we were giggly and laughing in total bliss readjusting our clothes to return to the club. We walked toward the bar, and I ordered a drink. He motioned for two, and I struck up a conversation. He looked at me, confused, and said something in Russian. I laughed, realizing we didn’t speak the same language. I shrugged and leaned in to kiss him again.” —Lorrae, 28