Why I Love Outdoor Sex
I’m finally having it again
I thought I had to give up outdoor sex. But then I went house hunting.
There were a few things on my wishlist.
Enough room for all four kids was the biggest one.
Low maintenance was a definite plus. I’m not all that handy and neither is my husband. We would spend way too much time watching DIY YouTube tutorials if we landed a fixer upper.
Being close to walking trails would’ve been nice, too.
But there was one thing on my list that I kept to myself.
Every time we looked at a house, I would secretly assess its potential for outdoor sex.
I’d take note of the fence situation. I’d try to gauge how much of the backyard the neighbors could see from their patios.
I didn’t mind somewhere a little out of the way — as long as the seclusion meant I could get plenty of action in the fresh air.
Our first choice fell through after failing an inspection and I mourned the sex I had been dreaming of for weeks. The backyard was spacious, dotted with trees, surrounded by fencing, and resting on top of a steep hill to ensure extra privacy.
By the time we let go of that house, I had already pictured myself getting up to all…
