The type of sex you have is dependent on certain elements: the who, what, where, when and how. I’ve decided to take a closer look at the “where” part of the whole thing and how it affects one’s sexual experience. Many people I know have not yet explored the world of sex outside of a bed, which is both thrilling and satisfying.
One of my favorite questions to ask people is, “Where’s the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex?” And I’ve heard some pretty hilarious stories. From against a dumpster behind a store to inside a Taco Bell bathroom, and even on a play structure, my friends have explored the dirtier destinations. Personally, my weirdest place was in a cemetery, which was slightly inappropriate and a little creepy.
The classic “sex spot” of course comes in the form of a car, which is both transportable and private. In high school, cars were often lifesavers in sticky situations when parents were home and bedroom doors had to remain open (a set rule for my house). However, there are downsides to car sex, like a lack of very necessary space and more importantly, comfort. Car sex is generally something you have to settle for, and I always have to resist the urge to complain about cramped leg space, low roofs and rough car seats in order not to kill the mood.
Car sex can also be classified in the high-risk category when it comes to places to have sex because of the hanging fear of strangers or cops catching you in the act. In high school, I once had to pick up my friend on the side of the road because a police officer caught her doing the dirty and forced her to call a friend to pick her up.
After that, I’ve always been terrified of a similar experience happening to me. I’m overly distracted during car sex because of how glued I keep my eyes on the windows, scanning the surrounding area for any possible intruders.
Another place for sex that isn’t very adventurous but deters from the traditional bed scene is the couch, which plays a big role in the “Netflix and chill” trend. It’s easy to invite someone over and simply “chill” on the couch— perfect for close cuddling and snuggling under blankets during a movie. “Chilling” on the couch usually turns into something more as snuggling and cuddling transforms into bumping and grinding.
The couch has a certain air of danger to it, because if someone’s home there is the possibility of them walking out into the living room. However, if there is no one home, someone could still come home and walk through the door. I’ve never been a big fan of sex on the couch (mostly because of the risk), but also because it’s never felt right to taint a communal living space. Even though I would let it slide, I think I would feel a little violated if my roommates decided to have sex on our shared living room couch.
One of these days, I hope to be able to tell people a much crazier and exciting story of the weirdest place I’ve had sex, but until then, I’ll live vicariously through other people’s stories.
Sex in new places is an exciting opportunity that I wish we all could experience more often and I’m confident that in time, we’ll all be able to expand our horizons and start visiting the best and greatest sex destinations of all time.
Emma Vidak-Benjamin can be reached at features [email protected] or @gnarlyemma on Twitter.
