Sexcapades: The Pinnacle of my Sex Life

My ex and I had sex in some fun places — the boot of a car, the backseat of the same car, the top bunk of a single size bed, the beach, under the house and in the hallway of our Christian friend’s family home. But the best of all was in a fully booked tramping hut. 

Maybe it was the fear of being caught that made it more exhilarating, or her enjoyment of being in small, confined places — which referenced our mutual love of caving, but somehow, it still applied to our sex life.  

On this particular night, the hut was packed to the rafters with 50 fellow trampers and a school camp. We’d been kissing for about an hour, before beginning something a little more risky for a family friendly environment. While our best friend was sleeping a foot away, my girlfriend slipped her hands under my top.  

This was the furthest we’d gone in our relationship at the time, and what a time to do it! Her hand over my mouth, simultaneously trying to make me come, inside and on top of sleeping bags — notorious for rustling — while trying not wake the entire hut. It’s no easy feat, but if anyone can do it, it’s lesbians. It was so HOT, and I have no shame in admitting I would do it again. 

We’d fucked late enough in the night that it was unlikely anyone heard a peep... not even the child we later realised was sleeping in the bunk directly opposite. Although, I still have no idea if our friends knew what was going down a mere 30 centimetres away while they slept. 

Not a single sleeping bag rustled that night, and it’s my proudest achievement in the bedroom to date.