At the very top of the list of zany sex antics that I have pulled off in my long storied history is the "peek a boo", which is known in some kinkier circles as the "Kansas City doggy style shuffle." I don't know how the second name came about. It's origin, like many weird nicknames will probably be shrouded in mystery forever.
 
But alas, the Peek-a-boo began one night long ago when I bought a young starlet home to my room. She was quite drunk and ready to rumble. Now, I would not suggest doing this to just anyone. She has to be a girl that you don't particularly like- maybe an ex girlfriend or someone who parks illegally in handicapped spots. Also, this girl should also not be terribly bright, and should not have wealthy parents or a good attorney.
 
This girl fit every one of these requirements, plus she was a "butter face", you know, slammin’ body, monstrous breasts, and a face that got clobbered by the ugly stick.
 
That being said, this is how it worked. You need a ground floor room with a window. I know some chicks who like to stare into space when you're ramming in there doggy style- take advantage of this. I actually took her to the den of my parents house- because that's just how I roll, but apply your own standards and ingenuity to the situation.
 
So anyway, I was tearing into this girl dog style (anal is ok too, if you want an extra challenge), and my buddy Pat entered the room, unbeknownst to this girl and myself. I guess I had the music blasting too loud to notice anything including Pat standing there behind me until he tapped me on the shoulder. We both knew this was the perfect opportunity to attempt this outrageous move. I quickly exited the girl as Pat efficiently took the wheel.
 
Now, when your buddy gets going, you need to make a run for it- exit the building then go to the window she's looking out of- KNOCK ON IT, AND WAVE TO HER!
 
You know she's a good catch if she lets your friend finish pounding away before she attempts to castrate you. This girl actually didn't realize what was going on until Pat, a little too early for my liking, dumped about half a pint of cock mustard onto my mother's Persian rug. She never spoke to us again- but now that I'm older it's always fun to run into her at weddings and such.
 
Now, it's possible this act can be parlayed into a rodeo, which involves a video camera and a lot of shouting. But that, my friends, is a lesson for another day.