Hi all and if you have stopped to read then thanks, been dogging a few years now and had some good times in peterborough but has gone down hill so travel to blidworth when i can, would love to hear from couples females in or around peterborough that are still active, but lets not post locations as it will end up killing that too, pm me lets bring back peterborough
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it seems to have really died off mate. I look around a couple of times a week and there is just nothing even had any contact using this site, another waste of money lol
Yeah i go out a few times still and meet a couple a few weeks ago now and went up to southy woods. totally agree, poor turn out now but why whats gone wrong ? has the net killed it ?? do you go anywhere else ??
We used one particular site in Peterborough quite regularly up until a few years ago , and despite a few of the resident guys erroneously believing they had authority over everyone that entered “their“ car park, it was a fun place!
When it was closed to after dark traffic our excursions into Cambs ceased, as we never really fancied the alternatives. It does bear mentioning though, several of the couples we knew at that time complained about the posse of guys who felt they could dictate where people parked and the "pecking orders". That factor was rather instrumental in the great SW exodus, to some degree at least .
A few months ago we found ourselves staying in Peterborough for a few nights, so I put out a shout for local knowledge regarding locations in which our nefarious antics might be consensually observed by outdoor types such as your good selves, and within the pile of resultant mail offering the salubrious delights of an overnighting truckers cab, hotel rooms in Huntingdon and requests from the more innocent begging that we might avail them as to time and place so me hoe could take their dogging cherry, there was a ray of hope.
You’ll know the place. Every Peterborough dogger will, so I’ll not tease you with cryptic suggestions relating to a dogging utopia that doesn’t exist. I merely meant the place had promise, although we found it to be nigh on deserted over two successive nights.
I’m not sure where those Borough couples of former years now go. Another suggested venue came with a warning that it may be more suited to those of a less nervous and more sexually accommodating disposition than ourselves, so its one we’ve consistently avoided over the years.
Here in Norfolk the vogue of late has been more towards “select” couple meets on a semi regular basis in quieter locations, whereas the mainstream car parks seem to be given over to the single “straight” male with a sex drive nearing critical who is content to have a fellow doggs gums around his plums to relieve the burden during the Minge free spells.
A recent foray to a "big site" for example revealed a transvestite male of “Fabio Capello” appearance wrenching off his blonde wig as our close quarter passage revealed pussy riding shotgun in my vehicle, and two truckers swiftly distancing themselves from a cab by which moments earlier they’d been transfixed as a knicker wearing fellow knight of the road spanked one out for their viewing pleasure.
I'm sure its still out there, but you just have to "forage" more, erm, well, you know what I mean. I wouldn't have the patience for it myself mind
When it was closed to after dark traffic our excursions into Cambs ceased, as we never really fancied the alternatives. It does bear mentioning though, several of the couples we knew at that time complained about the posse of guys who felt they could dictate where people parked and the "pecking orders". That factor was rather instrumental in the great SW exodus, to some degree at least .
A few months ago we found ourselves staying in Peterborough for a few nights, so I put out a shout for local knowledge regarding locations in which our nefarious antics might be consensually observed by outdoor types such as your good selves, and within the pile of resultant mail offering the salubrious delights of an overnighting truckers cab, hotel rooms in Huntingdon and requests from the more innocent begging that we might avail them as to time and place so me hoe could take their dogging cherry, there was a ray of hope.
You’ll know the place. Every Peterborough dogger will, so I’ll not tease you with cryptic suggestions relating to a dogging utopia that doesn’t exist. I merely meant the place had promise, although we found it to be nigh on deserted over two successive nights.
I’m not sure where those Borough couples of former years now go. Another suggested venue came with a warning that it may be more suited to those of a less nervous and more sexually accommodating disposition than ourselves, so its one we’ve consistently avoided over the years.
Here in Norfolk the vogue of late has been more towards “select” couple meets on a semi regular basis in quieter locations, whereas the mainstream car parks seem to be given over to the single “straight” male with a sex drive nearing critical who is content to have a fellow doggs gums around his plums to relieve the burden during the Minge free spells.
A recent foray to a "big site" for example revealed a transvestite male of “Fabio Capello” appearance wrenching off his blonde wig as our close quarter passage revealed pussy riding shotgun in my vehicle, and two truckers swiftly distancing themselves from a cab by which moments earlier they’d been transfixed as a knicker wearing fellow knight of the road spanked one out for their viewing pleasure.
I'm sure its still out there, but you just have to "forage" more, erm, well, you know what I mean. I wouldn't have the patience for it myself mind
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We used one particular site in Peterborough quite regularly up until a few years ago , and despite a few of the resident guys erroneously believing they had authority over everyone that entered “their“ car park, it was a fun place!
When it was closed to after dark traffic our excursions into Cambs ceased, as we never really fancied the alternatives. It does bear mentioning though, several of the couples we knew at that time complained about the posse of guys who felt they could dictate where people parked and the "pecking orders". That factor was rather instrumental in the great SW exodus, to some degree at least .
A few months ago we found ourselves staying in Peterborough for a few nights, so I put out a shout for local knowledge regarding locations in which our nefarious antics might be consensually observed by outdoor types such as your good selves, and within the pile of resultant mail offering the salubrious delights of an overnighting truckers cab, hotel rooms in Huntingdon and requests from the more innocent begging that we might avail them as to time and place so me hoe could take their dogging cherry, there was a ray of hope.
You’ll know the place. Every Peterborough dogger will, so I’ll not tease you with cryptic suggestions relating to a dogging utopia that doesn’t exist. I merely meant the place had promise, although we found it to be nigh on deserted over two successive nights.
I’m not sure where those Borough couples of former years now go. Another suggested venue came with a warning that it may be more suited to those of a less nervous and more sexually accommodating disposition than ourselves, so its one we’ve consistently avoided over the years.
Here in Norfolk the vogue of late has been more towards “select” couple meets on a semi regular basis in quieter locations, whereas the mainstream car parks seem to be given over to the single “straight” male with a sex drive nearing critical who is content to have a fellow doggs gums around his plums to relieve the burden during the Minge free spells.
A recent foray to a "big site" for example revealed a transvestite male of “Fabio Capello” appearance wrenching off his blonde wig as our close quarter passage revealed pussy riding shotgun in my vehicle, and two truckers swiftly distancing themselves from a cab by which moments earlier they’d been transfixed as a knicker wearing fellow knight of the road spanked one out for their viewing pleasure.
I'm sure its still out there, but you just have to "forage" more, erm, well, you know what I mean. I wouldn't have the patience for it myself mind
Dirty doggers have just read your profile and saw this and still laughing ! brilliant !
to the point you made about said doggers at said location and glad it was not just me that felt that way, like i was bottom of the pecking order ! its a funny old game, but one i love the anticipation of will there wont there !! and had some really good nights out, but peterborough has died a death ! and if you are this way again would love to hear from you and participate in your nighty photo !!
Ah, that profile! I took the original one off as it was due an update.. Only I was too pissed to construct anything concise without waffling. I just scrawled the one you see now as a “filler”, then forgot all about it until I popped into the chat room the next day.. Talk about embarrassing! Anyway, everyone said “leave it”, so I did.
Right, Peterborough. Yeah, like I said, we had some fun nights there, as well as a few bizarre ones! We never really spoke to the residents that much, and in truth, we used the places at Peterborough and Ipswich to escape the Thermos flask and Sandwich thing on our home patch. All very lovely and sociable, but talk about bloody soap operas! Anyway, by spreading our wings we could do sociable in Norfolk whilst doing “miserable aloof twat couple” at Peterborough.
Our first trip there was our first encounter with the posse. Well, it would be really, if you think about it. We did our show outside of the car because it seemed nice and intimate. I don’t know what was going through my head, but I must have been showing off.. I thought if I go up Mrs Ds tradesman’s then the fellas would be delighted with that, so I stood the lanky mare in the frisk position up against the car. Mate, I couldn’t fucking reach the own Jack and Danny with me little winkle! She stood there with her legs so far apart she looked like a kin giraffe at a Kenyan watering hole, then I was up on tippy toe and I still couldn‘t get it in. One fella was getting a bit animated having gotton a glimpse of the owd mott and I could feel his breath in my neck, then I just lost wood.
Then came the banter. “Want us to show you how its done buddy”? It was only light hearted stuff of course, and we shot off a few snaps with them just as consolation and by way of a posse placating ploy. Then the weird thing arose. As I jumped back in and prepared to leave, one of the guys rapped on the window. “I just wanted to say mate, it’s a good thing you did something as I was about to tell you to leave”
Like “uh”? Of course, there was no need to say that at all, but it was apparent this particular character wanted to be seen as an authorative figure. You know the type I’m sure. I looked at Mrs Dirty and said “Pull your knickers down a minute”, at which she looked quite puzzled. I followed up with “Its okay, I just want to see if your cunt has escaped because I think its just had words with me”. Well, he wasn’t very pleased with that as you can imagine but I was more pissed off about losing me boner to worry about him. I really thought I’d broke me knob.
Anyway, you might recall him being known locally amongst the couples as “The Car Park Attendant”? The couples we spoke to were more “players” , and some of those were getting a little irritated by the posse telling them who they could and couldn’t play with, and in which order, so they kinda tailed away really. Like if a couple had played with them on a previous visit it was just assumed by those guys they had ongoing rights to them, and few couples will ever tolerate that nonsense.
The OTHER thing I mentioned in my earlier post was this. I might not have the details or chronology quite right because as I said, its kinda hearsay, but some disgruntled lass had apparently got wind of the fact her old man was perving the car parks. What then occurred was this. She had become quite “anti dogger” as a result of that little revelation, so on a Saturday night, both her and the daughter would set up a little encampment in the car park with full sound system accompaniment, general ranting and threats of gratuitous violence delivered upon any Dogg’s person that dared to approach or interfere! Needless to say, the general disharmony wasn’t very conducive to our kind of frolics and so the place went into further decline. That’s just a tale we heard on the local grapevine, so unless its something you can verify it may be better to take it with a pinch of salt.
Then of course there is the “no paper round to do in the morning” brigade who enjoy letting off their gender identity trauma amongst the grown ups. Well, actually that was me filming it but we’ll gloss over that .
Anyway, its good that you enjoy the spontaneity still. We’ve always thrived on that ourselves.
Right, Peterborough. Yeah, like I said, we had some fun nights there, as well as a few bizarre ones! We never really spoke to the residents that much, and in truth, we used the places at Peterborough and Ipswich to escape the Thermos flask and Sandwich thing on our home patch. All very lovely and sociable, but talk about bloody soap operas! Anyway, by spreading our wings we could do sociable in Norfolk whilst doing “miserable aloof twat couple” at Peterborough.
Our first trip there was our first encounter with the posse. Well, it would be really, if you think about it. We did our show outside of the car because it seemed nice and intimate. I don’t know what was going through my head, but I must have been showing off.. I thought if I go up Mrs Ds tradesman’s then the fellas would be delighted with that, so I stood the lanky mare in the frisk position up against the car. Mate, I couldn’t fucking reach the own Jack and Danny with me little winkle! She stood there with her legs so far apart she looked like a kin giraffe at a Kenyan watering hole, then I was up on tippy toe and I still couldn‘t get it in. One fella was getting a bit animated having gotton a glimpse of the owd mott and I could feel his breath in my neck, then I just lost wood.
Then came the banter. “Want us to show you how its done buddy”? It was only light hearted stuff of course, and we shot off a few snaps with them just as consolation and by way of a posse placating ploy. Then the weird thing arose. As I jumped back in and prepared to leave, one of the guys rapped on the window. “I just wanted to say mate, it’s a good thing you did something as I was about to tell you to leave”
Like “uh”? Of course, there was no need to say that at all, but it was apparent this particular character wanted to be seen as an authorative figure. You know the type I’m sure. I looked at Mrs Dirty and said “Pull your knickers down a minute”, at which she looked quite puzzled. I followed up with “Its okay, I just want to see if your cunt has escaped because I think its just had words with me”. Well, he wasn’t very pleased with that as you can imagine but I was more pissed off about losing me boner to worry about him. I really thought I’d broke me knob.
Anyway, you might recall him being known locally amongst the couples as “The Car Park Attendant”? The couples we spoke to were more “players” , and some of those were getting a little irritated by the posse telling them who they could and couldn’t play with, and in which order, so they kinda tailed away really. Like if a couple had played with them on a previous visit it was just assumed by those guys they had ongoing rights to them, and few couples will ever tolerate that nonsense.
The OTHER thing I mentioned in my earlier post was this. I might not have the details or chronology quite right because as I said, its kinda hearsay, but some disgruntled lass had apparently got wind of the fact her old man was perving the car parks. What then occurred was this. She had become quite “anti dogger” as a result of that little revelation, so on a Saturday night, both her and the daughter would set up a little encampment in the car park with full sound system accompaniment, general ranting and threats of gratuitous violence delivered upon any Dogg’s person that dared to approach or interfere! Needless to say, the general disharmony wasn’t very conducive to our kind of frolics and so the place went into further decline. That’s just a tale we heard on the local grapevine, so unless its something you can verify it may be better to take it with a pinch of salt.
Then of course there is the “no paper round to do in the morning” brigade who enjoy letting off their gender identity trauma amongst the grown ups. Well, actually that was me filming it but we’ll gloss over that .
Anyway, its good that you enjoy the spontaneity still. We’ve always thrived on that ourselves.
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DirtyDogger, in no uncertain words, you are amazing. You've just had audibly chuckling through your posts and I don't even do that reading a Ricky Gervais sketch.
Great work!
Great work!
