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Strange dogging experience
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Quote by Paul23k
Hi pretty new to this and would like to find out a little more about the wonderfull world of dogging and was just wondering if anyone would like to share any strange or funny dogging experiences they may have had with us.
I can categorically say I have never had any strange dogging experiences with you !
naughtywigancouple recently threaded the subject of amusing anecdotes, so i'll offer you a strange experience..
it was a cold january night, well, around 1am into sunday morning..the sky was clear and the air carried a bitter chill. we have three excellent dogging venues within an 8 mile catchment area, but on this particular night, most were deserted..travelling to our favourite spot, down a long, narrow road, lined either side by rows of evergreen shrubs, we noticed a lone figure standing on the verge..it was unusual to see pedestrians along this stretch at the best of times, mainly due to the fact there is no habitation for at least a few miles in either direction, in fact, it was the only pedestrian we'd ever seen there..
as we slowed, it struck us that his attire was strange, given the inclement conditions..he was a young guy, mid 20's, wearing a white t-shirt with baseball type numbers on the front..he was stood back from the road, further than would be neccessary to safely allow us to pass, and as we did, his stare was fixed, not upon us, but into nothingness, he seemed oblivious to our presence. during the conversation with mrs dirty, it was assumed, that at such an hour, and so inapropiately dressed, that the guy must be the worse for wear, and making a homeward trek after a late festive season knees-up..
on leaving the venue, we thought no more about it, the figure had gone, and we decided on one last look in the main site before calling it a night..six miles on, we pulled into the carpark..the ice forming over the puddles crunched and cracked under our wheels..the journey was to no avail, even the hardiest had conceded defeat and were probably lying snug in their beds..pity, we were up for it..
our homeward route once again put us in the vicinity of the aformentioned venue, ah, what the hell, one last look, then time now was 2am, about an hour since previously passing the spot..as we wound our way once again down the deserted road, i gasped, "fuck me, that blokes there again"!..unbelievably, he stood in the exact same spot, again, his eyes fixated on an unseen object..it seemed most odd..if he had been returning home, he had made no ground in an hour, this was seriously strange behaviour..yeah, i know, look whos talking, ha ha..anyway, a quick circuit of the deserted carpark, and thats it..home..i have it in mind to enquire of the guy as to his welfare, but once more, the road is empty..
roll the calander forward to july last year..sitting in the carpark, the warm still air offering a welcome breeze after the searing heat of the day..a car parks nearby, its "puppyfat pete".."well, theres some strange goings on down the other site dirty" says pete course, i'm all ears, "do share you're tale of perversion pete", "no, nothing like that, theres only a bloody exorcist down there" he says, "a fucking what"? i exclaim."yeah, looking for the ghost, loads of people have seen it apparently, i have too, only i didn't realise what it was untill he said. apparently its a young fella, got killed by a car and now stands on the roadside, this guy has been asking about him, says he is trapped on the earth plane, and he's come to send him on" .."oh, weird, so where does this guy stand then" i enquire..pete replies, "just down the road there, wearing a white american football top"... :shock:
it was a cold january night, well, around 1am into sunday morning..the sky was clear and the air carried a bitter chill. we have three excellent dogging venues within an 8 mile catchment area, but on this particular night, most were deserted..travelling to our favourite spot, down a long, narrow road, lined either side by rows of evergreen shrubs, we noticed a lone figure standing on the verge..it was unusual to see pedestrians along this stretch at the best of times, mainly due to the fact there is no habitation for at least a few miles in either direction, in fact, it was the only pedestrian we'd ever seen there..
as we slowed, it struck us that his attire was strange, given the inclement conditions..he was a young guy, mid 20's, wearing a white t-shirt with baseball type numbers on the front..he was stood back from the road, further than would be neccessary to safely allow us to pass, and as we did, his stare was fixed, not upon us, but into nothingness, he seemed oblivious to our presence. during the conversation with mrs dirty, it was assumed, that at such an hour, and so inapropiately dressed, that the guy must be the worse for wear, and making a homeward trek after a late festive season knees-up..
on leaving the venue, we thought no more about it, the figure had gone, and we decided on one last look in the main site before calling it a night..six miles on, we pulled into the carpark..the ice forming over the puddles crunched and cracked under our wheels..the journey was to no avail, even the hardiest had conceded defeat and were probably lying snug in their beds..pity, we were up for it..
our homeward route once again put us in the vicinity of the aformentioned venue, ah, what the hell, one last look, then time now was 2am, about an hour since previously passing the spot..as we wound our way once again down the deserted road, i gasped, "fuck me, that blokes there again"!..unbelievably, he stood in the exact same spot, again, his eyes fixated on an unseen object..it seemed most odd..if he had been returning home, he had made no ground in an hour, this was seriously strange behaviour..yeah, i know, look whos talking, ha ha..anyway, a quick circuit of the deserted carpark, and thats it..home..i have it in mind to enquire of the guy as to his welfare, but once more, the road is empty..
roll the calander forward to july last year..sitting in the carpark, the warm still air offering a welcome breeze after the searing heat of the day..a car parks nearby, its "puppyfat pete".."well, theres some strange goings on down the other site dirty" says pete course, i'm all ears, "do share you're tale of perversion pete", "no, nothing like that, theres only a bloody exorcist down there" he says, "a fucking what"? i exclaim."yeah, looking for the ghost, loads of people have seen it apparently, i have too, only i didn't realise what it was untill he said. apparently its a young fella, got killed by a car and now stands on the roadside, this guy has been asking about him, says he is trapped on the earth plane, and he's come to send him on" .."oh, weird, so where does this guy stand then" i enquire..pete replies, "just down the road there, wearing a white american football top"... :shock:
Sex God
Flippin eck Mr D, I was going to book me hotel tomorrow for our little trip down to see you and the gang, frightened the bloody life out of me now :shock:
twas but a ploy naughty to keep the hoardes away 
kinda like the old smugglers muffling the horse's hooves and painting the carts with phosphorous so they may ply their trade in peace..what terrible fate would befall those that witnessed the phantom horse wending its way toward the inn that moonless night? fuck me, i've shite meself up too now...no, ghosts? fuck em, a mate of mine and myself spent a night in a house with one of those twats once, throwing stuff around the room and stuff, making the air cold and clammy, didn't frighten me, much..mind you, i was in such a hurry to leave i took the fucking door off the hinges 
kinda like the old smugglers muffling the horse's hooves and painting the carts with phosphorous so they may ply their trade in peace..what terrible fate would befall those that witnessed the phantom horse wending its way toward the inn that moonless night? fuck me, i've shite meself up too now...no, ghosts? fuck em, a mate of mine and myself spent a night in a house with one of those twats once, throwing stuff around the room and stuff, making the air cold and clammy, didn't frighten me, much..mind you, i was in such a hurry to leave i took the fucking door off the hinges 
Sexpert
Thanks for that dirty, scared of the dark already so know i am shitting myself for our next adventure.
Is it true that if you leave the interior light on no evil sprits may enter :boo:
Is it true that if you leave the interior light on no evil sprits may enter :boo:
Sex God
Quote by hotcoupleincar
Thanks for that dirty, scared of the dark already so know i am shitting myself for our next adventure.
Is it true that if you leave the interior light on no evil sprits may enter :boo:
Is that the Car interior light
Quote by Paul23k
Thanks for that dirtydoggers.......i certainly wont be going dogging alone now.
Paul23k, make sure you lock all your doors, wear clean undies and dont take any scarey stories to read to why you are waiting for the couples to arrive :lol:
don't worry about it guys..if you see some of the guys shuffling around our venue, then frankenstein monsters and suchlike would be the last of your worries..without giving too much away, and the locals will know what i'm talking about , there is a phenonomen at our site, with a very earthly cause, that is guaranteed to make a newbie' s blood run cold.. :shock: combine this with a late autumn night, when the fog rolls in from the lake, swirling around your ankles, the full moon rising slowly above the horizion casting long, ominous shadows and bathing the woodland glade in an eerie blue light..footsteps crackle on leaves under the canopy of beech trees, and the hair rises on the nape of your neck, but its ok, a stag deer peers out to survey the scene before continuing on his way..ahhh, tis a mystical place...don't worry about evil spirits entering you hotcoupleincar, i'm sure some of the lads will be only too willing to drive them out for you :wink:
, there is a phenonomen at our site, with a very earthly cause, that is guaranteed to make a newbie' s blood run cold.. :shock: combine this with a late autumn night, when the fog rolls in from the lake, swirling around your ankles, the full moon rising slowly above the horizion casting long, ominous shadows and bathing the woodland glade in an eerie blue light..footsteps crackle on leaves under the canopy of beech trees, and the hair rises on the nape of your neck, but its ok, a stag deer peers out to survey the scene before continuing on his way..ahhh, tis a mystical place...don't worry about evil spirits entering you hotcoupleincar, i'm sure some of the lads will be only too willing to drive them out for you :wink: 