I think the most dangerous car sex I've ever had was while driving up Central Expressway. We were coming back from Deep Ellum and thank God he was only like 5'10".
I've posted before about how my first time was in my 1980 Impala behind a grocery store. That car was so fucking big we could have had an orgy in there, with room for some bestiality involving elephants and a carload of circus clowns. We got caught by the cops, but luckily we had just finished, and the windows were completely steamed up so he didn't see much of my naked-from-the-waist-down girlfriend.
a few 4th of Julys ago The Husband and I were inspired in a church parking lot. It was a Church of Christ.
Baptists? Of course it was while driving. He mashed the gas and I steered since I was on top and the seat was fully reclined.
Well I don't mean fuck exclusively in your car, just fuck in it once to break it in. To make it yours.
I offered my husband road head and he turned me down. Which was a good thing as about 5 minutes later I asked him to pull over so I can barf on the side of the road. I'd like to say I was young and immature, but it was back in October. So just immature I guess. It was kind of funny how he turned me down because he got that tone that people get when speaking to drunk people. Noooo, thaaat's oookkkaaay. Good thing or I would have vomited all over his dick. But for about 4 minutes it would have been the best sloppy blow job of his life. You know, before the puke.
Ive gotten head in my car a few times never while driving. I have a feeling I'd either lose focus on the road or lock my legs out and slam on the gas veering off the road and crashing.
It isn't very safe. The orgasmic lightning bolt roaring up your loins can throw you off like a hit of salvia, and you wouldn't want her to teeth clench from sudden fear. I find its appropriate at red lights, especially when a car of dudebrahs pulls up next to you. Just don't do it when Matt Dillon is tailing you.
I found road head awkward. I'd have to take my pants all the way off to enjoy it. Otherwise it's half a dick poking out of a metal zipper. But I love the effort, and the looks of truck drivers. It's all about giving back. Full on sex? I barely fit my legs under the wheel as it is, *with* the seat back. But we can try. GERDAMMIT, we can TRY. You have to pay to play. Your husband sounds like a stick in the mud. On a sidenote, anyone ever see World According To Garp? Second thought this all sounds like a terrible idea.
Dude, that scene was horrifying. Amazing movie, but whoever thought of having Robin Williams' young son die because his mother was giving a blowy to her student in their garage has some twisted wiring upstairs.
I'm more concerned that she bit her lover's cock off during the impact. I'm shivering thinking about that. It's not so much the pain, it's the not having a dick anymore. At that point, do you even keep the balls? What's the point besides filling out your swim trunks? John Irving is a fucked up guy. The way he writes about sex is filthy, appealing, and shameful all at once.
See...and I'm the person who just likes movies and tv shows that make me laugh. I don't want drama or scary or gross or tension. It's too much for me...I have too much of that in my real life so I don't find that type of thing escapist at all.
Because of the ladies, of course. There is nothing a woman likes more than a gargantuan scrotal sack. The kind a masked, cartoon burglar carries running from the cops. Panties: melt.
Been there, done that... multiple times. Only once during daylight hours. She did the riding, cruise control on and I did the driving.
You know what? It is trickier than they made it look in White Men Can't Jump. It also could have killed the fuck out of us both. Never again.