Words by: Anonymous
Art by: Kenneth Toh

I have a weak bladder. So when I need to go, I NEED to go. I guess you could say the same thing about my sex drive. While I’m not that much of an affectionate person, I am a horny one. So, when I NEED to have sex, I just gotta do it. In saying that, I’ve done the deed in some pretty public places.

While I don’t think my public displays of affection (PDA) have been witnessed by anyone, for the most part, I’d like to change that and publicly (yet anonymously) share them in Esperanto. Cause everyone loves a good bit of PDA, right? 

P	DA
Melbourne Skydeck, specifically the male bathroom of Eureka Tower.	Does this count as joining the Mile High Club? I can confirm male toilets in one of the tallest buildings in Melbourne are just as gross as the ones in other, shorter buildings
My high school’s rooftop, specifically lying uncomfortably under solar panels.	Had my tits kissed for about 10 solid minutes while the rest of the partygoers wondered where we had gone. Funnily enough, my friend was with another person under the solar panels behind us.
A club, specifically the dance floor.	While I didn’t have sex on the dance floor, I did stick my hand down someone else’s pants, and finger them, does that count?
The restaurant I worked at, specifically its dishwashing area.	Please keep in mind we had the place to ourselves, and at least we were in a place where things are supposed to be clean…Security could have walked in at any moment, so there’s that.
On the beach, specifically over a palm tree.	We started in a hammock, and then we thought it would be best to move to a more private location. It wasn’t that much more private if I’m honest.
The lounge room, specifically at homes not my own.	This has happened at two different times, with two different people Once, at the end of a house party, when the hosts had retreated to their bedrooms to do the actAnother time, the guy’s mate kept coming out, naked, might I add, asking for a threesome.

While I’m not a publicly affectionate person, something about this kind of PDA makes my already high heart rate increase even further. There’s this certain thrill to it that makes the display of affection that much more erotic and satisfying, addicting even, like you’re participating in an extreme sport. Nevertheless, for readers out there who have engaged in these acts with me or have seen me engage in any of the above PDAs, no, you didn’t 😉