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Caroline, 33, is a primary school teacher from Manchester
My boyfriend and I were on a ski-ing holiday in the Alps. One day it had snowed really heavily but we decided to go out anyway. There were hardly any people there and it was lovely - we had the pistes to ourselves.
We had to take the big ski-lift to go up, and there was literally no-one else in our lift or in the lifts around us. It was a ten-minute ride up to the top, so we decided to make the most of our time alone...
Jake started kissing me hard and talking dirty, and I couldn't stop myself. We ended up having sex up against the wall in the ski-lift, with that feeling of total weightlessness that comes with being high up and suspended in the air, which was amazing. The only thing was we were obviously in our skisuits which aren't the most practical things in the world, and because we didn't have much time there wasn't much foreplay involved.
I don't know whether it was just being up on top of the world in the mountains, but in spite of the skisuits it was amazing.
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