Today, we take another look at boyz in cars!
Now, as any good slut knows, when it comes to sex, convenience trumps comfort every time.
Yes, in order to get ours, we shameful tramps will put up with anything... leg cramps, awkward angles, a gearshift pressing into our rib cage like a shiv.
And we'll take such risks: public exposure, a rude visit by the po-po, various STIs, and the possibility of getting left on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
But don't worry... it's all in good fun.
Until the next morning, when you realize your cell phone fell out of your coat pocket and is now lodged firmly under the passenger seat of a blue Ford something-or-other belonging to that vaguely married man whose name (and face) you can't quite remember.
Oh, the wonders of modern romance!
No Passing Zone - Fairfield Inn - 1994
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4 comments:
Oh as I said last week car sex is hot. I remember when I bought my second Saturn. The guy that sold me that car was really hot like a jock very straight. I remember we took the test drive he got me so hot and bothered and I got a raging hard on. And I know he saw it. I only wished he would have pulled it out and sucked it. But over the years it's still made for a good fantasy. I can still remember his name was Chris.
I honestly think having sex in a car is very uncomfortable.
"I learned about love in the back of a Dodge...." ~ Harry Chapin.
"Until the next morning, when you realize your cell phone fell out of your coat pocket and is now lodged firmly under the passenger seat of a blue Ford something-or-other belonging to that vaguely married man whose name (and face) you can't quite remember."
OMG. My life just flashed in front of my eyes! LOL
Only it was a PTCruiser.
XOXO
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