Backseat, windows up, that is the real way i love to.
I thought my days of car sex were finally behind me when I kissed high school goodbye. I decided to manage to bring an enthusiast back once again to my “cool” university dorm room, full of dreamcatchers and unframed posters of Bob Marley. When I graduated, we figured I would have unwell studio into the Lower East Side of Manhattan, also it would certainly suffice. No more would my 6’4” Gumby-like framework have to fold down the backseats of my mother’s Prius to awkwardly enter my gf while one leg dangled when you look at the passenger’s chair. (more…)