As it goes, just seeing who is up for braving the cold in Thetford this week, any takers?
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Hi any one up for dogging in Thetford this week?
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Warming the Bed
Nice picture Dirty - abit too cold for us lol
Warming the Bed
Perfect weather for a few pictures to be taken hey :P
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It can be very "pretty" outdoors in this weather, but you just reminded me of a far more attractive option :twisted:
And in case anyone was wondering, no, we wasn't in that car park for dogging related purposes
We just happened to be passing, and the sun was dropping faster than a gangbanger's knickers 
It was a scene too good to miss but that ice was bloody lethal! :shock:
Ok..There were two cars in the car park
Optomistic might be an understatement :lol:
It can be very "pretty" outdoors in this weather, but you just reminded me of a far more attractive option :twisted: And in case anyone was wondering, no, we wasn't in that car park for dogging related purposes
We just happened to be passing, and the sun was dropping faster than a gangbanger's knickers It was a scene too good to miss but that ice was bloody lethal! :shock: Ok..There were two cars in the car park
Optomistic might be an understatement :lol: Only a true dogger can know and appreciate the changing seasons eh single . Most only ever see their own dashboard and the hear the sound of their fingers drumming upon it . Of all the car parks in the area, for us, two of them really stand out against the others are being very “special” places.
The first is very open, yet conversely, very concealed. I’m being purposely cryptic because it is our own preferred meeting place, but you’ll know it well :wink: . When you park there on a clear still night and turn off your lights, it is like sitting in the London planetarium :shock: . Even now, I am awe struck every time I see that starry vista, to the extent I’m normally oblivious as to what Mrs dirty is doing
. Actually, all anyone will see of me is my back, my head pointed to the heavens whilst mumbling to myself things like “ahhhhhhh, man…fucking hell. God that is fannnnnntastic, oh yesssssssss, oh yesssssssss”. No wonder I’m usually left to my own devises! 
ops: In the summer, the nightjars arrive from Africa . As dusk descends, the air around that particular spot is just filled with the most evocative sound and fragrance.
The other place is more famed, and I look upon it as our cathedral of carnal filth :P . It is immediately a comforting place, because it is just so “right”. The trees just envelope you in a womb like way, and even the tracks are seductively curved
. It probably conforms to all of the principles of feng shui too! It is the perfect blueprint for a dogging car park, should any local authorities wish to construct one :wink: . The wind can be blowing a gale, and you’ll hear it thundering across the tree tops, yet in the car park itself, all is still. When the night is clear, and the mists roll in hanging around the ferns and trees like an ethereal cloak, then THAT is something really special. Your feet start to freeze, and you feel as if the devil himself is trying to pull you into the ectoplasmic mire below.
It was on such a night, I stood transfixed :shock: . Dogging C***** was sunk to her knees as in gesture of prayer and the moonlight fell upon her in silvery rays. The trees were shrouded in a translucent mist and betwixt C*****’s palms was an organ of discernable length and rigidity
. The man that stood afore her placed a hand gently upon her head whilst murmuring “bless you, and lets give thanks to the lord for what you are about to receive”. A very spiritual moment :twisted: .
Then that night when you assume what you are hearing to be that all too familiar rat tat tat of distant machine gun fire, only to see Harry dismounting his bicycle in a stage of agitation as he tries to wrest his cock from the spokes :shock: . Then, on freeing his cock, his helmet disappears into the mist below and his bollocks protrude either side like a wing nut. All we could see was the glint of his glasses and we half wondered if it was Mahatma Ghandi on a baby elephant coming to join us for a night of yogic dogging. Happy days mate 8-) .
As for Mrs Dirty’s passions becoming inflamed as the temperatures tumble. Well, that’s merely a result procured by an encounter with the “old school" doggers that frequent the forest :P . You see, an “old school” dogger is a forward thinker, and a charmer. They will ensure that a woman feels sexier on leaving a car park, than she did upon entering it :wink: . Than then sets up a psychological “trigger”, so that the term “dogging” becomes synonymous with a feeling of eroticism and elevated state of arousal. Its a simple "association" technique that most of today's sex tourists are oblivious to . Mrs Dirty is sat here looking like Nook of the fucking North right now, but if I were to shout the word “dogging” out, she’d be across the garden and over towards the car like a greyhound out of a trap! :shock: She might keep her Yeti boots on, but the rest of her kit would be strewn across the grass and hanging off the trees, even in these minus temperatures! :lol:
Typical terrain
. Most only ever see their own dashboard and the hear the sound of their fingers drumming upon it . Of all the car parks in the area, for us, two of them really stand out against the others are being very “special” places.The first is very open, yet conversely, very concealed. I’m being purposely cryptic because it is our own preferred meeting place, but you’ll know it well :wink: . When you park there on a clear still night and turn off your lights, it is like sitting in the London planetarium :shock: . Even now, I am awe struck every time I see that starry vista, to the extent I’m normally oblivious as to what Mrs dirty is doing
. Actually, all anyone will see of me is my back, my head pointed to the heavens whilst mumbling to myself things like “ahhhhhhh, man…fucking hell. God that is fannnnnntastic, oh yesssssssss, oh yesssssssss”. No wonder I’m usually left to my own devises! ops: In the summer, the nightjars arrive from Africa . As dusk descends, the air around that particular spot is just filled with the most evocative sound and fragrance.The other place is more famed, and I look upon it as our cathedral of carnal filth :P . It is immediately a comforting place, because it is just so “right”. The trees just envelope you in a womb like way, and even the tracks are seductively curved
. It probably conforms to all of the principles of feng shui too! It is the perfect blueprint for a dogging car park, should any local authorities wish to construct one :wink: . The wind can be blowing a gale, and you’ll hear it thundering across the tree tops, yet in the car park itself, all is still. When the night is clear, and the mists roll in hanging around the ferns and trees like an ethereal cloak, then THAT is something really special. Your feet start to freeze, and you feel as if the devil himself is trying to pull you into the ectoplasmic mire below.It was on such a night, I stood transfixed :shock: . Dogging C***** was sunk to her knees as in gesture of prayer and the moonlight fell upon her in silvery rays. The trees were shrouded in a translucent mist and betwixt C*****’s palms was an organ of discernable length and rigidity
. The man that stood afore her placed a hand gently upon her head whilst murmuring “bless you, and lets give thanks to the lord for what you are about to receive”. A very spiritual moment :twisted: .Then that night when you assume what you are hearing to be that all too familiar rat tat tat of distant machine gun fire, only to see Harry dismounting his bicycle in a stage of agitation as he tries to wrest his cock from the spokes :shock: . Then, on freeing his cock, his helmet disappears into the mist below and his bollocks protrude either side like a wing nut. All we could see was the glint of his glasses and we half wondered if it was Mahatma Ghandi on a baby elephant coming to join us for a night of yogic dogging. Happy days mate 8-) .
As for Mrs Dirty’s passions becoming inflamed as the temperatures tumble. Well, that’s merely a result procured by an encounter with the “old school" doggers that frequent the forest :P . You see, an “old school” dogger is a forward thinker, and a charmer. They will ensure that a woman feels sexier on leaving a car park, than she did upon entering it :wink: . Than then sets up a psychological “trigger”, so that the term “dogging” becomes synonymous with a feeling of eroticism and elevated state of arousal. Its a simple "association" technique that most of today's sex tourists are oblivious to
. Mrs Dirty is sat here looking like Nook of the fucking North right now, but if I were to shout the word “dogging” out, she’d be across the garden and over towards the car like a greyhound out of a trap! :shock: She might keep her Yeti boots on, but the rest of her kit would be strewn across the grass and hanging off the trees, even in these minus temperatures! :lol:Typical terrain
Minus 4 last night here.
Quite nice really.
In all, this xmas/new year has been quite good DD.
One new couple (returned several times) one old couple returned (to the fold) and two other couples (known) moved from one site (closing down, everything already gone....the woolies of beds) to another.
The low temps have led to a lack of willingness to get out of the car, on both sides really. I did get an invite the other night to get into the visiting car for some fun....I am of the "preferring to watch" persuasion so I passed and told them of another place (with a friendly resident).
So, at 2330z last night I was standing in the layby, chatting to a 100% tv, while the five other cars stood with clouds of steam coming from their exhausts, occasionally driving up and down.
Anyway, I learnt of activity at another carpark long considered sexually extinct. So I expect to have a few visits later this week to gather intel !
I understand that the brass monkeys are getting hypothermia at your location; cricket box stuffed with insulation ?
Quite nice really.
In all, this xmas/new year has been quite good DD.
One new couple (returned several times) one old couple returned (to the fold) and two other couples (known) moved from one site (closing down, everything already gone....the woolies of beds) to another.
The low temps have led to a lack of willingness to get out of the car, on both sides really. I did get an invite the other night to get into the visiting car for some fun....I am of the "preferring to watch" persuasion so I passed and told them of another place (with a friendly resident).
So, at 2330z last night I was standing in the layby, chatting to a 100% tv, while the five other cars stood with clouds of steam coming from their exhausts, occasionally driving up and down.
Anyway, I learnt of activity at another carpark long considered sexually extinct. So I expect to have a few visits later this week to gather intel !
I understand that the brass monkeys are getting hypothermia at your location; cricket box stuffed with insulation ?
Warming the Bed
Hi JTS wud u like to pm us the details of these newish sites as we are hoping to get out again soon
Orgasminator
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Only a true dogger can know and appreciate the changing seasons ey single
The first is very open, yet conversely, very concealed. I’m being purposely cryptic because it is our own preferred meeting place, but you’ll know it well :wink: . When you park there on a clear still night, then turn off your lights, it is like sitting in the London planetarium :shock: . Even now, I am awe struck every time I see it, to the extent I’m normally oblivious as to what Mrs dirty is doing
The other place is more famed, and I look upon it as our cathedral of carnal filth :P . It is immediately a comforting place, because it is just so “right”. The trees just envelope you in a womb like way, and even the tracks are seductively curved
It was on such a night, I stood transfixed :shock: . Dogging C***** was sunk to her knees as in gesture of prayer and the moonlight fell upon her in silvery rays. The trees were shrouded in a translucent mist and betwixt C*****’s palms was an organ of discernable length and rigidity
Then that night when you assume what you are hearing to be that all too familiar rat tat tat of distant machine gun fire, only to see Harry dismounting his bicycle in a stage of agitation as he tries to wrest his cock from the spokes :shock: . Then, on freeing his cock, his helmet disappeared into the mist below and his bollocks protruded either side like a wing nut. All we could see was the glint of his glasses and we half wondered if it was Mahatma Ghandi on a baby elephant coming to join us for a night of yogic dogging. Happy days mate 8-) .
As for Mrs Dirty’s passions becoming inflamed as the temperatures tumble. Well, that’s merely a result procured by an encounter with the “old school doggers” that still frequent the forest :P . You see, an “old school” dogger is a forward thinker, and a charmer. They will ensure that a woman feels sexier on leaving a car park, than she did upon entering it :wink: . Than then sets up a psychological “trigger”, so that the term “dogging” becomes synonymous with a feeling of eroticism and elevated state of arousal. Its a simple "association" technique that most of today's sex tourists are oblivious to
Typical terrain
The sacrificial alter amidst the cloisters of clitoral delight
What great pics...keep them cumming :!: :wink:
Warming the Bed
Alas if the table shown on the pics is at the Ar* at L*****D it no longer exists it has collapsed due to rot set in by copious amounts of sperm being deposited on and around it and finally being burnt by the scum boy racers.
Nope, the featured table stands to this day , complete with a thin carpeting of condoms and discarded wrappers. It is one of those little car parks that when mentioned draws a collective sigh of “nobody ever goes there†. We had one of those comical nights there last year, where two wide eyed rascals bagged us doing a photo session with a dogger. The guys were two up on a moped of some antiquity, but their stealth was rather undermined by the fact they were still both wearing their crash helmets . On spotting us, they left the car park, only to then stop up the road and push their iron pony back to the entrance. They then hid their steed in the undergrowth and proceeded through the ferns to gain a better vantage point. In order to hear each other they had to shout, a bit like a guy singing on a bus with his sony walkman on, kinda oblivious to the fact they were being rather more vocal than they themselves realised :lol:. We got a full running commentary of their progress "Has she got her tits out?" "what can you see?" :lol:. The efforts they were making to remain covert was actually quite endearing, if not more than a little revealing! :lol:
The table that you refer to is no more :cry: . As you say, it hosted some unbelievable acts of beastliness and I understand it now resides in the Museum of Perversion in Barcelona where it stands with artefacts from Pompeii and late Victorian plate glass photographs. First made unstable by the generous bulk of a renowned doggette some five years ago, its rigidity was further undermined by G*********** and “Dogging C*****" who’s frantic table-top antics are now etched indelibly into local woodland rascal folklore.
As I'm fast turning this thread into my own personal photographic gallery, I may as well show you one of the actual pics we took at the time
, complete with a thin carpeting of condoms and discarded wrappers. It is one of those little car parks that when mentioned draws a collective sigh of “nobody ever goes there†. We had one of those comical nights there last year, where two wide eyed rascals bagged us doing a photo session with a dogger. The guys were two up on a moped of some antiquity, but their stealth was rather undermined by the fact they were still both wearing their crash helmets . On spotting us, they left the car park, only to then stop up the road and push their iron pony back to the entrance. They then hid their steed in the undergrowth and proceeded through the ferns to gain a better vantage point. In order to hear each other they had to shout, a bit like a guy singing on a bus with his sony walkman on, kinda oblivious to the fact they were being rather more vocal than they themselves realised :lol:. We got a full running commentary of their progress "Has she got her tits out?" "what can you see?" :lol:. The efforts they were making to remain covert was actually quite endearing, if not more than a little revealing! :lol: The table that you refer to is no more :cry: . As you say, it hosted some unbelievable acts of beastliness and I understand it now resides in the Museum of Perversion in Barcelona where it stands with artefacts from Pompeii and late Victorian plate glass photographs. First made unstable by the generous bulk of a renowned doggette some five years ago, its rigidity was further undermined by G*********** and “Dogging C*****" who’s frantic table-top antics are now etched indelibly into local woodland rascal folklore.
As I'm fast turning this thread into my own personal photographic gallery, I may as well show you one of the actual pics we took at the time
Warming the Bed
I for one certainley can testify to our esteemed g*******s sexual appetite its a pity shes moved elsewhere i used to enjoy my romps with her.
She was an environmentally friendly lass too. Many a night we’d count the doggers off by the sound of a low groan followed by the sound of a loaded condom being discarded into Gs Tesco bag . She was a greedy girl of Olympian standards! I kinda miss the shouts of “next!†ringing out from the proximity of that table whilst yet another dogger shuffled forth to be ridden to within an inch of his life :lol: . That was one athletic lady, and I’ll wager she broke more than a few doggers along the way!
. She was a greedy girl of Olympian standards! I kinda miss the shouts of “next!†ringing out from the proximity of that table whilst yet another dogger shuffled forth to be ridden to within an inch of his life :lol: . That was one athletic lady, and I’ll wager she broke more than a few doggers along the way! 
Sex God
Lovely pictures mate !
I especially like MrsD's sexy feminine belly . The trees and stuff are kewl too
I especially like MrsD's sexy feminine belly . The trees and stuff are kewl too
Admittedly, her belly is in better shape than mine, although mine looks feminine in the sense of an eight month pregnancy term . Fucking diets. We’re away for some emergency sunshine soon, and I really wanted to look trim too :cry: . I read up on this high fat-low carb diet but I’ve gained a poxy stone in weight. Maybe I underestimated the importance of cutting out the carbohydrates . The last time we went to Morocco some guy offered to clean my shoes for me and I had to take him on trust that he’d actually done it ops: .
Mind you, Mrs Dirty managed to clear JTSs favourite Norfolk beach last year. I put her in a black swimsuit and diving goggles, then asked her to emerge from the sea so I could capture the Ursula Andress moment on my digi-cam. One guy spotted her looming toward the shore and shouted “periscope!†:shock: . Fuck me, you’ve never seen Meerkats disperse so quickly! Anyway, I’m fed up doing pics of her in dark car parks now, its always too unpredictable. Its easier in Winter because you can just point the camera towards the sound of shouting, but even then…well, judge for yourself! Suspenders not fixed to anything and label showing through her knickers. Most undignified .
I suggested we do some erotic daylight photographs of her riding a horse. She said “Ya, thas is goot, only maken en suren de beast is not too big for meâ€. I told her that if the horse was small, then her feet would be touching the ground! She gave me one of those smug looks, before replying “ya, but if I am ON ze beast, how can eet fucken me?â€. That’s what I’m up against :roll: :lol:
. Fucking diets. We’re away for some emergency sunshine soon, and I really wanted to look trim too :cry: . I read up on this high fat-low carb diet but I’ve gained a poxy stone in weight. Maybe I underestimated the importance of cutting out the carbohydrates . The last time we went to Morocco some guy offered to clean my shoes for me and I had to take him on trust that he’d actually done it ops: .Mind you, Mrs Dirty managed to clear JTSs favourite Norfolk beach last year. I put her in a black swimsuit and diving goggles, then asked her to emerge from the sea so I could capture the Ursula Andress moment on my digi-cam. One guy spotted her looming toward the shore and shouted “periscope!†:shock: . Fuck me, you’ve never seen Meerkats disperse so quickly! Anyway, I’m fed up doing pics of her in dark car parks now, its always too unpredictable. Its easier in Winter because you can just point the camera towards the sound of shouting, but even then…well, judge for yourself! Suspenders not fixed to anything and label showing through her knickers. Most undignified
.I suggested we do some erotic daylight photographs of her riding a horse. She said “Ya, thas is goot, only maken en suren de beast is not too big for meâ€. I told her that if the horse was small, then her feet would be touching the ground! She gave me one of those smug looks, before replying “ya, but if I am ON ze beast, how can eet fucken me?â€. That’s what I’m up against :roll: :lol:
Not only mine Mr/Mrs DD, voted best beach in England means a load more like it !!!!!
I got up this morning, just as the sun was poking its bleary eye over the horizon (late night last night) and wondered why I had not done as my mind wanted to driving home at 0130 and just carried-on down the 428 to the beach....
Anyway, very nice pics....de missus ain't lost none of her glamour I see.....gained quite a bit I think....but that may be the clothing (or lack of)
J
I got up this morning, just as the sun was poking its bleary eye over the horizon (late night last night) and wondered why I had not done as my mind wanted to driving home at 0130 and just carried-on down the 428 to the beach....
Anyway, very nice pics....de missus ain't lost none of her glamour I see.....gained quite a bit I think....but that may be the clothing (or lack of)
J
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That’s what I’m up against
Lucky git :-)
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If Mrs DD fancies some piccies draped across my little motor sickle, I'll be over your way in about ten days, just give me a shout!!
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