tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post1111788204176137731..comments2023-10-25T05:30:54.507-04:00Comments on Oh Get A Grip!: Contextual KinkAshe Barkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03390519279886657608noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-43920927033523298412015-06-17T10:23:14.822-04:002015-06-17T10:23:14.822-04:00Beautiful writing, Giselle, and it sounds like a b...Beautiful writing, Giselle, and it sounds like a beautiful trip away! I am a bit squeamish outside, so it's hard for me to relax enough to do anything out there. That said, there have been times... I like the way you explain the conditions here, the things that made this particular time and place the right one.Annabeth Leonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07455191827664110878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-34196166048700156762015-06-12T00:47:10.703-04:002015-06-12T00:47:10.703-04:00Great scene, Giselle! Great scene, Giselle! Jean Robertahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08805088081675965859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-48006514167677399712015-06-12T00:08:59.271-04:002015-06-12T00:08:59.271-04:00Awww a canoe. Now I want to go camping.Awww a canoe. Now I want to go camping.Giselle Renardehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15955755448116234634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-54471240416542738292015-06-11T22:10:33.440-04:002015-06-11T22:10:33.440-04:00A reclining front seat would help. And long arms.A reclining front seat would help. And long arms.Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-85346022490394226242015-06-11T21:44:38.124-04:002015-06-11T21:44:38.124-04:00Back seats, front seats--where there's a will ...Back seats, front seats--where there's a will there's a way. <br /><br />Trying to imagine a sexy scene with partners in both front and back. Just two people, right? :>)Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-67723148046969153952015-06-11T16:40:31.362-04:002015-06-11T16:40:31.362-04:00Hmm. Does it count if you're in a tent? Come t...Hmm. Does it count if you're in a tent? Come to think of it, I recall a certain sleeping bag kept rolled up and bagged in some mighty dense bush cover out back, for when opportunity beckoned. And a canoe trip interrupted by a thunder storm, where we clung together under the upturned aluminum canoe and enjoyed the hell out of the reverberations of thunder on the metal. But none of that comes close to the lovely romanticism of your piece here. (Plus I love the honking geese bit, too.)Sacchi Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10801164916418570059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-53292697969828536372015-06-11T14:59:15.550-04:002015-06-11T14:59:15.550-04:00I've never done anything naughty in a back sea...I've never done anything naughty in a back seat, only front seats. Oh, except one time when I was in the back and she was in the front... sounds weird, but it worked.Giselle Renardehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15955755448116234634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-83102309856628965862015-06-11T14:57:43.351-04:002015-06-11T14:57:43.351-04:00Old-timey's great. There are unicyclists in my...Old-timey's great. There are unicyclists in my neighbourhood. They seem old-timey, to me. Not sure why.Giselle Renardehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15955755448116234634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-45571190343906226012015-06-11T14:56:20.392-04:002015-06-11T14:56:20.392-04:00I love your desert story, Lisabet. :-)I love your desert story, Lisabet. :-)Giselle Renardehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15955755448116234634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-63782937371215885022015-06-11T11:32:16.344-04:002015-06-11T11:32:16.344-04:00Lovely, atmospheric tale, Giselle. Yes, I also rem...Lovely, atmospheric tale, Giselle. Yes, I also remember fucking in the woods because that was the only place to go. There was a big rock we used to lean against so as not to get ticks or eewww-- poison ivy in the wrong places. Yikes! <br /><br />Then it was the back seats of cars, unless one set of parents were out of the house at the same time. Almost got caught one time. I stood at the door , slowing my mother down with a sheepish grin while a very young Momma X tried to arrange herself. Either my mother was clueless or didn't want to know.Daddy Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12927663248424944119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-92024735547485842782015-06-11T08:04:51.236-04:002015-06-11T08:04:51.236-04:00What a great anecdote. It made me happy. And I lov...What a great anecdote. It made me happy. And I love "a gaggle of geese honking like old-timey automobiles stuck in an old-timey traffic jam." (:v>Jeremy Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01980177431018869829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9156334464585894857.post-55325676584672224832015-06-11T03:59:40.662-04:002015-06-11T03:59:40.662-04:00As uncomfortable as it sometimes can be, there'...As uncomfortable as it sometimes can be, there's something magical about outdoor sex, something purer, more elemental, more urgent perhaps. <br /><br />I remember one particular encounter, a hundred years ago. My boyfriend and I were driving through the desert in Colorado and all at once, we just had to fuck. We pulled over in the middle of nowhere and headed into the brush. Did we even have a blanket? I don't remember. All I recall is how the sun beat down, and how much I wanted him. Afterward, sprawled on the sandy ground amidst the scrubby vegetation, I thought about scorpions. It really looked like scorpion country. <br /><br />And if I had been bitten? What an appropriate way to go, right?<br /><br />(BTW I love your comment about "Night Court"!)<br /> Lisabet Saraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05162514190572269660noreply@blogger.com