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Doncaster / Scunthorpe area help!
Quote by fid
Hi everyone, How do you get a reply on here?? Totally genuine bloke trying to break through the ice and get accepted! Does anything happen around these areas. Keep trying all well known spots, would love to meet up with a couple. Can anyone help?
Hi
I'm in the same boat, perhaps even worse because being new to this, I dont even know where the 'well known spots' are!!
You need to get away from this idea that dogging is a game that needs “breaking into”. There is no ice, you have no need to be accepted and you don’t need the internet. I’ve seen photographs taken in 1925 depicting monocle wearing pervs letching into Model T’s in an attempt to glimpse some disproportionately hairy beaver being pummelled by a dapper bounder 
. The earliest account we’ve “read” re peeps placing themselves strategically so as to excite a trouser rascal as a result of An American GI giving a hefty dose of friendly fire to an English Rose referred to 1944.
Guys may now yearn for a more consensual side of the game that developed when the swingers found car parks to be convenient alternatives to club or home but essentially the path to glory is the same.
If a guy reads your plea, it’ll generally be ignored. He has nothing to gain by bringing a posse of would be shaggers into his already oversubscribed car park. If he’s found somewhere productive but currently overlooked by the greater car park populace then he’d have come about his find through fortune or bush craft and he’ll not be looking to hand it over on a plate to a chancer with immenantly expolding testicles :lol:. Couples that need more cock than car parks can currently provide are quite rare, despite what the Daily Sport adverts say.
Every successful dogger I’ve known, read about or heard of has put very little reliance on the internet, if any. You try the big car parks, you try the small car parks. You try them at different times and you measure your sessions in hours, not minutes. You look, listen and learn. Eventually, you’ll be getting action, and somehow, it’ll all just seem to fall into place.
To have any sort of contentment in this game, it has to be a bit of a hobby. The couples aren’t ever going to be as numerous as newbies want to imagine. Single bi fems looking for “action” are a very infrequent phenomenon. The Saturday night fever where shaggers rolled up to queue for their crack fix with a habitual table topper have taken a downturn amidst the influx of migrant shaggers.
IF, after many nights “out in the field” the desire to sit in a car park entertaining a vague hope that something erotically arousing will come your way outweighs the desire to do anything else , then you’ll make the grade. If however, you find yourself drumming your fingers upon the dashboard whilst dreaming of drumming them upon a minx’s clit and finding the whole car park saga to be less than appealing, then you’ll naturally abandon it.
If you need some kinda gauge as to the state of play, just to give you inspiration, then consider this. We know two rascals locally and often bump into them in chat rooms. Neither of those fellas describe their conquests on this message board and both agree that at times, the action is at best sporadic. At other times however, a collective perv consciousness kicks in from within the ether and fanny cascades upon the car park like a Tropical rain :twisted: . Its not yet Easter and already one of our local ascended masters is on his sixth cumming within a fortnight. Scarcity of action is a cross we have to bear in the wake of the shagger tsunami in some areas but it is out there. Just keep applying yourselves.
Actually, i've said nothing new
Snerts had it covered in his linked to post :cry: Fucking hate it when that happens :cry:
. The earliest account we’ve “read” re peeps placing themselves strategically so as to excite a trouser rascal as a result of An American GI giving a hefty dose of friendly fire to an English Rose referred to 1944.Guys may now yearn for a more consensual side of the game that developed when the swingers found car parks to be convenient alternatives to club or home but essentially the path to glory is the same.
If a guy reads your plea, it’ll generally be ignored. He has nothing to gain by bringing a posse of would be shaggers into his already oversubscribed car park. If he’s found somewhere productive but currently overlooked by the greater car park populace then he’d have come about his find through fortune or bush craft and he’ll not be looking to hand it over on a plate to a chancer with immenantly expolding testicles :lol:. Couples that need more cock than car parks can currently provide are quite rare, despite what the Daily Sport adverts say.
Every successful dogger I’ve known, read about or heard of has put very little reliance on the internet, if any. You try the big car parks, you try the small car parks. You try them at different times and you measure your sessions in hours, not minutes. You look, listen and learn. Eventually, you’ll be getting action, and somehow, it’ll all just seem to fall into place.
To have any sort of contentment in this game, it has to be a bit of a hobby. The couples aren’t ever going to be as numerous as newbies want to imagine. Single bi fems looking for “action” are a very infrequent phenomenon. The Saturday night fever where shaggers rolled up to queue for their crack fix with a habitual table topper have taken a downturn amidst the influx of migrant shaggers.
IF, after many nights “out in the field” the desire to sit in a car park entertaining a vague hope that something erotically arousing will come your way outweighs the desire to do anything else , then you’ll make the grade. If however, you find yourself drumming your fingers upon the dashboard whilst dreaming of drumming them upon a minx’s clit and finding the whole car park saga to be less than appealing, then you’ll naturally abandon it.
If you need some kinda gauge as to the state of play, just to give you inspiration, then consider this. We know two rascals locally and often bump into them in chat rooms. Neither of those fellas describe their conquests on this message board and both agree that at times, the action is at best sporadic. At other times however, a collective perv consciousness kicks in from within the ether and fanny cascades upon the car park like a Tropical rain :twisted: . Its not yet Easter and already one of our local ascended masters is on his sixth cumming within a fortnight. Scarcity of action is a cross we have to bear in the wake of the shagger tsunami in some areas but it is out there. Just keep applying yourselves.
Actually, i've said nothing new
Snerts had it covered in his linked to post :cry: Fucking hate it when that happens :cry: 
Sex God
And you Snerts me old mate, said that well, you said it twice
Sex God
Quote by Snertsmate
Sorry must be my fingers shaking over the return key, don't know if it's the thoughts of bumping into Mrs DD or the fact that I need a pint!
Its definately the first one
Its easy for me to say. Whilst I send wide eyed newbies out into the wilds to endure arduous stake outs amidst the hail, rain and shale flying off a frustrated racer’s noddy car, where am I? Well, Mrs Dirty and myself have just had a cooked dinner with all the bits and pieces. Reclining as I am with a large glass of Chianti hailing from the Tuscan region I’m like a caricature of a rosy cheeked General Melchard espousing “old school” dogging by way of rousing speeches whilst so far removed from the front line trenches a Harry Jones pop shot would scarcely cause my Cumberland banger to twitch in its onion gravy.
I’m a lazy c**t! We have at our disposal, the means to cause something of a stir in a dark and gloomy car park this foul night. Naked flesh writhing on the business end of a rampant rabbit bathed in the soft glow of a subdued interior can be somewhat entertaining to a rascal not overly fixated in the pursuit of an assisted orgasm. Hell, we are after all, exhibitionists, but I’m getting rather more used to demonstrating my Pasty swallowing capabilities which starts with my inserting said pie sideways in a technique known as “The Joker” before unhinging my bottom jaw to end the show with the Snake swallow. I did once attempt the stunt without first removing the pasty from the saucer and was thereafter mistaken for a South American Indian much beloved by “Sting”.
Anyway, I digress. An image change for Mrs Dirty has been residing in the pending tray for too long. Her new Dominatrix persona nears completion and two pairs of thigh high boots, one pair in white, the other in black will soon be with us. Four inch heels were as much as we could contend with lest her already six foot frame is elevated into the realms where administering cunnilingus upon her would scarce necessitate stooping, but those considerations apart, we should practise what we preach and we anticipate Snert’s visit without apprehension. Cause we’ve already met him, and he’s a darned nice fella!
Don’t go around mini roundabouts whilst reaching through the steering wheel to reset your trip meter. You don’t half feel silly trying to make the exit!
Ashes to Ashes beckons! i'm outa here.
I’m a lazy c**t! We have at our disposal, the means to cause something of a stir in a dark and gloomy car park this foul night. Naked flesh writhing on the business end of a rampant rabbit bathed in the soft glow of a subdued interior can be somewhat entertaining to a rascal not overly fixated in the pursuit of an assisted orgasm. Hell, we are after all, exhibitionists, but I’m getting rather more used to demonstrating my Pasty swallowing capabilities which starts with my inserting said pie sideways in a technique known as “The Joker” before unhinging my bottom jaw to end the show with the Snake swallow. I did once attempt the stunt without first removing the pasty from the saucer and was thereafter mistaken for a South American Indian much beloved by “Sting”.
Anyway, I digress. An image change for Mrs Dirty has been residing in the pending tray for too long. Her new Dominatrix persona nears completion and two pairs of thigh high boots, one pair in white, the other in black will soon be with us. Four inch heels were as much as we could contend with lest her already six foot frame is elevated into the realms where administering cunnilingus upon her would scarce necessitate stooping, but those considerations apart, we should practise what we preach and we anticipate Snert’s visit without apprehension. Cause we’ve already met him, and he’s a darned nice fella!
Don’t go around mini roundabouts whilst reaching through the steering wheel to reset your trip meter. You don’t half feel silly trying to make the exit!
Ashes to Ashes beckons! i'm outa here.
