Ever have sex in a Wal-Mart?
Have you had sex at a Wal-Mart? If so, Playboy wants your story.
Playboy: Wal-Mart recently stopped selling a trio of salacious and sophomoric lad rags after reporting “customer complaints” about their cock-tease pictorials and dumpster-diving humor. It’s the corporation’s latest puritanical move to stop you from reading anything even remotely racy (women’s mags are now covered with binders to conceal sexy cutlines, and even the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue once got booted off its racks). While the world’s largest retailer may think its decision to nix these men’s mags will make its millions of customers and employees less lusty, we bet all it has done is increase sexual frustration along their aisles.
With all that pent-up passion, we had to wonder — what kind of sex is going on inside Sam Walton’s 2,700-plus stores? Have you ever saddled up in a stockroom? Gotten frisky in the intimate apparel section? Shot off in the gun department? Send us your sexiest stories — or your funniest romantic misadventures — from within Wal-Mart’s walls. We’ll publish the best responses this summer.