Originally Posted by IntoTheMystic
Ever wonder if you were breaking the law...
apparently pretty much anywhere in this backwards country, in this victorian age, whenever i enjoy sex, i'm pretty much breaking the law.
my buddy and i used to cohabitate in various places. his house, my house, our parents' houses, our parents' boats. you name it, we cohabitated there.
one weekend, turned into a summer, turned into an autumn, turned into pretty much the entire winter, we cohabitated in my cousin's log cabin. and we brought my buddy's 100 lb puppy with us. cousin's dh had an electronics company, always bringing home gadgets. one day he came home with a remote device. you plug it into the wall, plug a bunch of stuff into it and sit back with the remote control and have fun.
one night, buddy & i were partying in the living room, just outside their bedroom. we had previously, secretly plugged the vibrator of their waterbed into the remote and waited for them to start having sex. each time we heard cousin start to moan we'd switch the vibrator on then off again.
he'd be interrupted, they'd be freaking out, trying to figure out why the bed "turned on". then they'd go back to having sex and we'd turn the vibrator on again. of course after about three times we couldn't hold back our giggling. suddenly we hear my cousin yell out from the bedroom: "it's them
that was from our partying period in the 80s. it's been about twenty years and i haven't stopped laughing.
"don't quote leviticus to me unless you've recently sacrificed a goat."~~proverb