Only fraus do that when they are trying to conceive. Gross!
There was no fire. It was on the floor. My parents were upstairs. You do the math.
1970s. Jan Olivor. And we're gay, not lesbians!
Nobody wants to share their stories?
R3. Did you mean Jane Olivor? I love her.
Not me, but I've been aflame in front of one.
I did, and it was hot!!
Get it? Get it? It was hot!!
we Did! it was so special! WE played Enya in the background! Ahhh!!!!
I have. It was 1987. I had a mullet, wore BK Knights, a B.U.M sweater, a gold necklace, and Z Cavaricci's.
Yes, with Gino Vanelli on the portable 8-track and crushed Lowenbrau cans all around us.
Yes, I have. He was a doctor, with a small penis, but it was very romantic.
I cannot have sex with a doctor. It's just plain creepy.
I once roasted chestnuts over an open fire. Does that count?
We have a fireplace in our master bedroom, so in the winter, it happens quite often. It's still romantic after all these years.
R12, I didn't know he was a doctor until afterwards.
Actually, he was a resident, which is the stage before becoming a doctor.
Yes, and I ended up marrying him. Damn that stupid fireplace.
I've done it many times, and it's not always all that.
It's romantic to look at, and the fire, particularly at night, is very flattering.
But when it's a fireplace that's actually used to heat the room, it's not always comfortable.
The floor is cold, even on a rug with a blanket, unless you get really close to the fire, in which case the stone hearth can be scorching hot.
And if the room is coolish, you can be almost burned on the side next to the fire and freezing cold on the other side.
Particularly when it's really cold, it's not conducive to lingering romantic lovemaking. It's more like a rabbit fuck to get it done fast so you can either get dressed and warm up.
In fact, it's often better to keep a shirt and socks on, which is not particularly a great look, in my opinion.
But of course, it's fucking, so it's all good, generally speaking.
R10 love Gino Vannelli!
[quote]I once roasted chestnuts over an open fire. Does that count?
Actually it does, r13.
I have absolutely no savings or retirement.
R20, are you planning on jumping into a fireplace?
I'd like to try it and hope for a "Maurice" .. sigh
Mendocino, in a beautiful private cabin, we got out of the jacuzzi, and lay in front of the fire, and fucked like crazy, then went to bed. In the middle of the night he woke me up while he was peeing, so I threw him on the bed and fucked his brains out some more.
Ahh first love
R20 shouldn't be allowed anywhere near an open flame.
I just love hanging out with rich people.
My White Trash version: We were both active alcoholics and he liked to smoke in bed.
Fortunately, he was a bed wetter.
I did it in front of an kerosene lamp once. Does that count?
Does doing it in front of one of those Amish fake fireplaces count?
A friend and I ate mushrooms in front of a fireplace in high school and she caught on fire several times throughout the night and I had to keep putting her out, beating her with a small rug. The next day she was covered in ashes and had burn holes in her clothing and had to make up a dumb excuse to tell her mom.
Not so much fun or very comfortable..especially when on a hardwood floor, even with blankets, etc.
Fireplace scene from 2:13 to 3:28 Aaron Orr and Matthew Montgomery
I did it in the very late 80s. I was a young naive pup, and screwed a handsome NY preppy on the floor of someone's beautiful lake house up state. I was kinda shocked because I normally had safe sex (it being the height of the epidemic), and the dude slipped me inside him bareback before I knew what he was doing. I pulled out pretty quick and grabbed a rubber, but it still freaked me out a bit. Not totally surprisingly, he died just a few short years later.
My partner and I did when were first dating and romantical. It was splendid. Soft music, wine, fireplace, candlelight. We made passionate love all night long.
Now we have a quick one off once in a blue moon.
I jack off into a roaring fire, the heat makes me soooo hard and horny.
I've done it a couple of times. When it's unplanned it's usualy an uncomfortable thing, and pretty much like R17 wrote, but it is romantic.
When it was planned it was more comfortable, but the romance of it went up the chimney flue. I'm pretty sure the guy had a script for the experience in his head, then got mad when I didn't couldn't read his his mind and know how he wanted everything to go. The sex was pretty good but the pouting afterwards left me making up some BS to get away from him.
I wouldn't call it making love.
Friday night, snow storm, power goes out. We decide we might as well light a fire and get drunk. An hour later we're swapping blowjobs on the couch, next thing I know I'm on all fours getting it hard and fast. We usually have hardcore fuck sessions but there was something primal about the scene that added a high level of intensity. The next morning I had very painful rug burns on my knees, deep bite marks on my back and a cut on my forehead.
I remember a hot daddy fucking me on a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace a few years ago.
The fire may have singed off some of my forearm hair but it was super-hot (the fucking and the room temp)!
fucked the wife in front of our open red hot fire in her long leather coat and black leather knee boots the hotter the leather coat got the harder she got fucked then pumped spunk down the back of her red hot coat as it run down her coat and onto her hot boots