The army, quite logically, is full of the more adventurous types, those who are willing to go that little further, to push physical and mental boundaries. Not for them the humdrum life of the timid drone, they will explore the new, the dangerous, the exciting. If they'd wanted to sit in a cushy office drinking brews, chatting about Eastenders & playing Minesweeper they'd have joined the Crabs. Taffs & Kiwis aside, that special bond between two consenting adult mammals is often considered taboo and only spoken of in whispers to trusted friends late at night. But can anyone here, with hand on heart, truly say they've never felt a twitch of interest and a surge of groinal turgidity when gazing longingly at a mare's hindquarters ? And many, many ladies have seen a stallion cooling in the summer & thought, "After all the men I've dated don't I deserve a full size one ?" (It's ok girls, you may admit it in here.) We now need bring the subject out into the open and discuss it like adults. Why should an otherwise upstanding pillar of the community feel leprous and outcast merely because of what he or she does in the privacy of their own stables ? What business is it of the great unwashed what Ms. Clements gets up to with her two faithful Mastiffs ? Is there any reason the lady at number 53 must feel ashamed of the tricks she has taught her eels ? For those that seek the ultimate thrill of getting right back to nature there has always been that element of the unknown, but is it really, seriously perilous ? Apparently so, read on: What is your best or most dangerous experience ?