Get out of my room, tramp.
The Museum of Sex (SFW) is trying to honestly gather up the copulative histories of people nationwide. It seems that SF, LA, Chicago, NY and Miami are over-represented, but that can’t be because they’re having more sex than everyone else . . . probably just the same amount in one place. One thing is for sure, the cities certainly bring out the exhibitionists in all of us. That said, we figure that our readers should be adding to this in some way, so please, join the ranks of Kinsey and submit your stories . . . or just read others: I found out that in Manassas, VA there’s a museum dedicated to men’s asses in the back of the local five and dime [this can’t be confirmed - BTW]. Who knew?
A sample of the fine accounts that you can expect:
Knowing that his moms would get back soon from the grocery store, it had to be a quickie . . . . . . And so all went down in the closet.
- New York, NY
I met this guy online and really liked him, so much so that I didn’t want to sleep with him. I knew that I would rather be friends with him than fuck him. Unfortunately, we accidentally had sex –pot, you know. I have to say, it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences. The dude had some bad teeth. Crooked I can handle, but these teeth were black all around the edges. Truly terrifying. I couldn’t kiss him, and I love kissing. But what’s worse is that he went down on me for over an hour. Normally this would be a lovely experience, except that the entire time I was thinking, “I’m getting cervical cancer.”
- [somwhere in], VA
There are others that read like an illiterate version of the Penthouse Forum (surprisingly, I never thought I’d have occasion to say that). Suffice it to say, it mostly appears honest and simple.
I’m sure we can all do better than that . . . because if this is the sex we’re recording for the next generation — we might as well not bother. Go forth and exaggerate, my friends!
