Ross Lord Park, at least before the pandemic (I haven't been there since). Off the second parking lot, walk past the restrooms and into the woods behind the open field. That area's crawling with horny perverts ... and dogging women know it. Best time to go is mid summer night right around dusk. Go in there in a miniskirt and no panties, and you will get the biscuit buttered 20 times in 10 minutes.

At the Elmwood adult movie theater in Buffalo, the cumshots are non-stop. On an average night I can probably take about 20. At a Sunday gangbang at M4, there are women even more prolific than I.

For me, it's the ability feel the cum squirts and the little rippling that accompanies each one. And in those magic six seconds just before, when the guy's in that "point-of-no-return" phase, you can sense the subtle changes in the feel of the penis as it climbs to orgasm. For me, the cumshot and the six seconds just prior is the most thrilling part of intercourse, especially if the guy's a stranger. A condom takes all that away. As for a "bareback orgy", it's unnecessary and probably wouldn't be as exciting for me as "sneaky bareback". No matter how outspoken guys are about "safe sex" and "condoms a must", that's all just virtue signaling. When no one else is looking they all slip it in bare if they know you'll take it. When bareback is sneaky, it excites the guy much more than if it was "agreed upon". They cum twice as fast and twice as hard, and that thrills me twice as much. So I would prefer sneaky bareback over a bareback orgy any day.

Thank you, CeeNEss for the tip. I'm rarely in Montreal, but next time I'm there, I will definitely check it out.

"Two hung guys", "I'm attractive", "skilled pleaser", "hot guy", "great kisser", and "stud". These are all words I pulled from dogging ads and forum posts from guys explaining why dogging women should meet up with them. Perhaps I could respectfully explain to these men why such words don't work. Dogging is a very unusual kind of fringe sex. It's not about "studs", "hard long pounding", and "good-looking" men. If I wanted a hard long pounding by a good-looking stud I can get that anytime at a private sex party or any of the swingers clubs in the GTA or even in the parking lot of a regular night club.

Dogging isn't about "hung guys" and "hard poundings". It isn't about attraction or "pleasuring" women. It's all about foisting the potency of female sexuality on a type of male who spends his life tortured by obsessions with sex and females. These are not normal men. They are not studs, they are not hot, they are rarely hung and almost never attractive. Nor are they on this website. They are park lurkers. They spend the whole summer roaming through the lovers lanes at public parks hoping to find a couple engaged in sex in a secluded nook so that they could hide in the surrounding woods and jerk off to the live sex show. But even the way they masturbate isn't normal. They don't jerk off all the way because the voyeurism is too exciting to end with something as feeble as that. So instead, they stay on the verge of cumming all day, subjecting themselves to sneaky peeks at female parts and euphoria those parts provide, as expressed in the faces of other men. By dusk, the lurkers are out of their minds with self-induced sexual torment, and, although they are straight, they usually wind up giving each other blowjobs to avoid the anticlimactic disappointment of cumming in their own hand.

This is the type of male dogging women crave. The sexually tortured. The obsessed. In fact, the word "dogging" comes from the British slang for "stalking". The lurkers stalk the lovers in the parks and we stalk the lurkers. "Hard pounding" is not a term anyone would use for these men. Most of them have such scant real-life experience with the female anatomy, my partner has to put them inside me or they'll wind up cumming whilst poking around randomly. Some of them don't even make it that far. They cum as soon as they feel it slip between the labia. For those who make it in, they gasp and freeze like a man who just realized he's about to get hit by a bus. In a couple seconds, that shock wears off, and then they push it in like they're walking to the gallows. At that point, if you start counting seconds on your fingers, they'll cum before you run out of fingers. They do, however, cum very hard and with lots of squirts, probably because they've been building it up all day with the voyeurism and quasi-jerking off.

So how could any woman enjoy this? Why would any normal woman crave un-hung, unattractive, unsuccessful, sexually tormented trolls who can't even withstand 10 seconds of vagina? Because dogging women aren't normal either. I'm proud of that. I wouldn't want to be anything else. It's a quirk instilled in me a long time ago through no fault of my own. A quirk that's given me a lifetime of ecstasy that no normal woman will ever know. And dogging isn't normal sex. With normal sex, fucking is the focal point and cumming is the grand finale. For dogging women, however, the male orgasm is the focal point, and fucking is just a necessary procedure for its induction. In normal sex, the male orgasm ends the episode. In dogging, the male orgasm IS the episode. That's why we need 20 or 30 of them. That makes quite the mess. That's why you guys call us "cumsluts". That's why you guys think we want you to cum in our faces. You got that from porn videos, but not from real life. Yes, semen is an important part of all this, but not because of the mess. It's because that's what we feel when they cum. That's what causes that little ripply sensation in your insides, a sensation so subtle normal women hardly notice it, but for us "cumsluts", it feels like little hits of excitement.

Normal sex involves liking each other. I get off enormously from the lurkers, but I don't like them. I find them repugnant. I never look at their faces. I don't suck their cocks. I don't talk to them. I don't even acknowledge them. Bent face down over my partner's lap, I don't have to see them. I don't know how many there are. I don't know how old they are. They have no faces. They have no personalities. They aren't people. They are just sexual desperation. To them, I'm the same way. No face, no personality. Just female anatomy. And that makes it all the more exciting for them too, as their lifelong masturbation fantasies have always involved a mindless, faceless, oblivious, female.

I joined this site years ago because it so heavily touts dogging. I wanted to meet women who share my unabashed depravity. And, over the years I met several, and we enjoyed quite a few outings to adult theaters and dogging sites together. But I'm sorry to burst your bubble, guys. Dogging is not some fun and naughty way of getting laid. It's not a way for women to get studly fucking. And it's not a way to meet new friends. Dogging is deviant and it's for the deviant, and that deviance is mind-blowing.

The only places left in driving distance for dogging real perverts are Talk of the Town adult theater in Niagara and the Elmwood adult theater in Buffalo. On a typical Saturday night the Elmwood will get two or three females and 40-50 of the sleaziest sex trolls (I say sleazy in a loving way). If anyone knows any adult theaters in Ontario (other than the Swingshift which is all gay), I'm all ears. Otherwise, waiting for the border to reopen.

Ross Lord Park, farthest lot, down the slope into the wooded area by the river. There's a picnic table they dragged into the woods. Nice spot for dogging women to bend over the picnic table. Lot's of pervert guys around late July, August.