People do it in the strangest of places.
In closets. In the air (you schmucks heard of the Mile-High Club?). Under water. In the car while driving. In the White House Oval Office. In school staff rooms (we’ve seen it). In trains. In churches. In buses (we’ve seen heard the noise). On the office table (a famous Indian newspaper baron was once caught inflagrante delicto with a sweeper woman).
No place, it seems, is a safe haven from the urgent priapic impulses that must be sated before it gets out of hand and all sanity is lost.
Times have changed and so have people.
They no longer do their best work in bed alone (Thank you, Mae West)
Now, we’re told by the high priests of low culture at Rupert Murdoch’s New York Post that New Yorkers do it in restaurants too.
No idea if that includes the Indian curry houses on Lexington Avenue or in Jackson Heights.
Here’s an excerpt from the NY Post piece:
Here in the Big Apple, randy diners are better off heading for the bathroom, advises Couture [i.e. Joseph Couture, author of “Peek: Inside the Private World of Public Sex].
“The men’s room is the best option,” he says. “Taking a lady into a stall in the men’s room doesn’t generally create as much concern . . . it merely causes envy.”
For more on how randy New Yorkers cum with their Steaks and Samosas, read this NY Post piece.
By the way, where are the strangest places you’ve done it or seen people do it? 😉