I’ve got a bunch that would make the list, but lately I’ve been thinking about a summer night when I was young. My buddy worked at this tiny, run-down amusement park and one night after closing he snuck a bunch of us in. My girlfriend and I jumped on the ferris wheel, and I had my buddy stop it when we got to the very top.
That’s when I went to work. She was hesitant at first, but it didn’t take long before she was moaning and pushing herself into me. We really got into it. Apparently our friends could see the car rocking and after a while I heard them cheering us on from below. Didn’t matter – we were lost in the moment, totally wrapped up in each other.
Even now, all these years later, that one sticks in my mind.
Top of the ferris wheel is hard to beat, hermano. And lowkey terrifying.
Impossible for me to pick, but I have a lot of sentimental value for this one date by a secluded riverside, late spring. Years ago.
Nobody else around for miles, sun smiling on our skin, just me and the Queen, and the awesome cunnilingus between us.
Man, sounds nice! I’m pretty sure there are some lyrics to an epic love song in there somewhere…