The brief is “something like Tripadvisor but for public sex” and Zane Henry is prepared to get caught so you don’t have to…

Going Public

There’s a difference between liking public sex and having a fetish for getting caught. For me (and fortunately also for my partners over the years), it’s more about the heady sense of freedom gained from liberating sex from the bedroom – being able to seize hold of mutual horniness and express that wherever we happen to be in a way that feels fiery-hot and wholesome at the same time. 

It’s kind of a passion for me, that sense of freedom. I’ve had sex in some of the obvious places: airplane bathrooms, nightclub toilets, nude beaches, taxidermy offices, elevators, metaphysical nether realms, family gatherings, alleyways and IKEA showrooms.

The memories that stand out for me are not necessarily the riskiest, but those that caused the most intense head-rushes – spawned by the absolute peak horniness when all you and the person you’re with can think about is the lust you’re feeling percolating in your veins, and you’re willing to risk anything for each other in that moment.

A word of warning: Inebriation can be a prime ingredient in al fresco shenanigans, but this is also when judgement is most impaired, so try to not get arrested on your way home from the pub.