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True tales of sex while traveling.  We were driving across the country, moving from New York to somewhere in California. We had no real plan. We stopped in New Orleans, took our bikes off the back and rode through the whole city. I felt death in New Orleans. I watched children tap dancing on the sidewalks, women dancing behind glass, people begging on the street, and I felt death. I fled from the French Quarter and biked down the streets under the blanket of Spanish moss, past the people staring at me with hollow eyes from their porches. I felt my own eyes turn beady as the sleaze crept into my body. I loved it. I wanted to make love. I looked at my boyfriend and saw the sleaze had turned his eyes into slanted pinpricks and I wanted him desperately. We drove away under the most spectacular sunset, it was as if the devil himself had coughed up a ball of fire; never had I felt such inspiration or seen every artist ever born in one eternal sunset. We drove down back roads, watching shacks crawling up out of the swamp only to get pushed back by tentacles of moss. Not able to take it anymore we pulled over onto a dirt road and made love on the hood of my car. We fucked fast and fierce—scratching, biting, hurting—as if it was the last thing we would ever do.Riding the Rails  My boyfriend and I were on the train, going from Boston to New York. I was rubbing his leg and kissing his neck. We were really turned on. We watched the conductor walk by and into the other train. My boyfriend walked down the row of the car into the bathroom. A minute later I walked down and knocked lightly on the door. He opened it and pulled me in. I was wearing a skirt and I pulled off my panties. He took off his shoes and pants. I lifted up my skirt, I was already wet and he was already hard. I leaned against the sink, conveniently placed in front of the mirror. He entered me from behind. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. He fucked me fast and good. I came first, probably the fastest I had ever come, and he quickly followed. When we walked out the conductor was sitting right there, he kind of smiled. A mom and her kids were sitting in the other closest seats. She looked so appalled. I smiled and winked at her. I love my boyfriend, I want to fuck him everywhere, but so far that was one of the most fun times.Back to the Fifties  Drive-ins are a dying breed, but there really should be more of them. My girlfriend and I went to one of the last drive-ins left in the San Francisco Bay Area just last week. We were watching this action flick where the hero gets the girl, and the scene was getting pretty steamy. That's when my girlfriend took me totally by surprise; she slid her hand slowly across my thigh and starts rubbing and squeezing me. I got hard real quick. Then, next thing I know, she's unzipping me and taking me all the way down her throat! I was kind of nervous for a second as I looked around to see who could see what, but really only for a second, cause it felt so good I could've cared who was looking. I pulled her shirt open so I could feel her tits and… well, after that, I don't really know what happened for the rest of the movie. Guess we'll have to go back next week.
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