I learnt how to have sex in cars when I was still living with my parents. My bf at the time lived in Hout Bay and I in Bellville and I didn’t have a car. So he’d trek the million miles to fetch me and we’d hang out his parents’ place for the weekend. They were away much more often than my parents, but when they weren’t we’d manage to do just about everything in the car. Those twelve apostles have seen more than i’d care to remember.
It really shouldn’t surprise me my love for car sex. I love my car for everything. it’s like a my mini home. I sleep in it (i’m not impartial to little car snooze to regain my strength before climbing the two flights to my bed after a late night), eat in it, drive away the sads with loud-music and dramatic-scenery road trips, drive into the happy with loud-music and dramatic-scenery city and atlantic seaboard mini-trips, and have had some of the most profound conversations with my friends in what chris would refer to as ‘the bubble of trust’.
so why would i not love it for fucking — on it, in it, next to it … a car is a very versatile little bubble of trust.
when someone suggested the other day on the facecrack page that i do a car sex NSFW, it all made a beautiful sort of sense.
so, here, for you my little purple fruits of the gods, something for the imagination and more…
i got most of these from the iLoveCarSex tumblr. check it out [clickety click]