Back seat of a car

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(place) by Justin Johnson (5.8 y) (print) ? I like it! Tue Mar 14 2000 at 10:21:34

Several years ago, while home visiting my parents, I ran into an ex-girlfriend, and we ended up in the back seat on a deserted ball diamond.

Once the car is no longer a refuge or location of last resort, it's a lot more fun than you'd expect.

Then again, the replacement of anxious teen fumbling with more experienced, hedonistic shagging probably improved the experience a lot, too.

(idea) by jessicapierce (1.5 mon) (print) ? I like it! Fri Mar 17 2000 at 6:47:26

Just once, after work. Midnight, exhausted, but we didn't want to leave each other. Our houses too far apart, nothing open in the middle of the night, we sat in my car in the parking lot, his impossible legs folded up like a grasshopper's. It was chilly outside; it made us not want to touch the windows.

(place) by icicle (28 min) (print) ? 3 C!s I like it! Sat Mar 25 2000 at 1:22:52

The upholstery in the back seat of our Bonneville was grey-white (perhaps simply dingy from age) with odd black stripes - going both ways - and they crisscrossed to form boxes at certain intervals. The world was so flat on long car trips to my father's hometown that I tired of looking out the window; I ran my pinky nail in the plush and drew stars and patterns. I restarted a hundred times cuz I couldn't get the symmetry right. Everyone once in awhile my mother and father, up in the front seat would exchange glances I assumed were meaningful. I also assumed I would understand them myself when I got older.

Hotter than two rats fucking in a wool sock	I still find strands of her hair in bed	virginity	bondage
The week of Seven Airports, two train stations, and thirteen time zones	Let's Run Over Lionel Richie With A Tank	Sex by candle light	Back of a Car
Korn	These women who must live like the high Sierra white pine, fed somehow by the alpine wind	Paradox by the Dashboard Light	Upholsterer
If ifs and ands were pots and pans there'd be no work for tinkers	Squarepusher	Mother	While the praying mantis hunts the cricket, the sparrow waits
My knees will bend and ease into the quiet	Mark Twain on Huckleberry Finn	ICEE	buftie
transvestite	hood ornament	riboflavin	F. Scott Fitzgerald

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