You had SEX in my car??

My mother does not want to hear about my sex life, and I’m 26. She knew perfectly well that I was having sex with my ex-fiance, and when I first met him she did tell me maybe I’d better get on the pill (which I had been thinking about anyway) but otherwise, she does not want to hear it. I don’t want to hear about HER sex life, either. I do have a close friend who I’ve talked about all of it with.

And I know perfectly well that my parents had sex before they were married because I was an “Oops!” while they were engaged. She admitted this to me last year when I was asking her stuff like “How long WERE you guys engaged, anyway?” and she had to admit that it had been shortened because I was on the way.

What’s with all of these people taking their shoes and socks off to have sex in the car (unless by footprints on the dash you mean shoeprints)? Heck, if you’re wearing the right clothes, even THOSE don’t have to come off. :smiley:

Oh, and ditto what tomndebb said.

Hey me too! Did it have as much rust as mine had?

Look at the bright side. At least you didn’t find out until years later.

I used to have a Ford Escort. My former friend and I were in the bar one night, and she left her jacket in my car. She asked for my keys, and left to go get her jacket. She was gone for about 15 minutes. The car was parked about a hundred yards from the bar, so I didn’t think much of it, since a lot of our friends were out and about that night.

The next day, I get in my car and something catches my eye in the rearview mirror. There is a piece of the ceiling of my car hanging down in the back seat on the driver’s side. I said, “OH! How on EARTH did THAT happen?” and she ever-so-casually says “oh, Random-Guy-I-Met-In-The-Bar and I came back to your car and had sex, and the heel of my boot got caught on up there.”

:eek: :eek: :eek:

[sub]The worst part of the story is that the next night, I ran into the guy. He was looking for my friend, because he needed to tell her that he was MARRIED. What is WRONG with the people in this town?[/sub]

If the thought of someone having sex in your car creeps you out, how in the world do you stay in hotels? As long as I don’t sit in a wet spot, it’s copesetic.

Never in someone else’s car, but bathrooms, showers, couches, futons … heh heh.

'Course we have always been able to get away with it because we rarely see eachother.

And I don’t give a fig if my friends do it around my place, not that they would since they are never there.

Sometimes, people just gotta fuck. Who am I to stand in the way of human nature?


No, I mean footprints. Hubbys brothers mistress took the time to take her shoes and socks off to screw in the car. It was in the summer time, maybe she was wearing flip flops though. Who knows? I do know they make Windex™ to take care of stuff like that. Don’t get me wrong about the screwing, but good grief it’s not to much to cleanup after yourself. That is just plain disrespectful. Needless to say he doesn’t ever get the car again. Filthy bastard.

Because you know that a maid changes the sheets in a hotel after the previous guest. :eek: I doubt they had the upholstery cleaned after that stunt.

Besides, the idea for me would be that it’s my car. I’d be just as mad if someone else had sex in my bed.


You aren’t from Maryland…

Are you?

I’d just like to say that, starting with the title, this is the most entertaining thread I’ve read in a long time.

I agree: the sex life of your family is something that you have to tacitly acknowledge MAY exist, but there is (at least in my family) an unspoken rule that you never, ever talk about it. (My friend was once on a car trip with her dad. After about 15 hours the conversation wore down. So Dad said ‘So when your mother and I started having sex …’ she couldn’t escape ! the poor girl.)

What this agreement means to me in this context: by all means have sex wherever you like. I’d frankly be disappointed if your sex life wasn’t spicy, and if having sex in my car adds a bit of flavour (or maybe it was necessity, same diff) so be it. But for Og’s sake DON’T TELL ME ABOUT IT !! Ewwww !

:smack: :smiley: LMAO!:smiley: :smack:

Gee, I wish I had sex in an interesting place. I’ve done some serious necking and petting on a deserted basball diamond in the middle of the night and in the back room of a chapel though. (!)

I have to say, after reading all of the responses, I don’t feel quite so betrayed. He was a horny 18-year-old kid, so I have to give him some leeway. And hell, he’s marrying the girl in four months.

I’m just really glad I sold that car.

And I have no idea why my family and I can discuss our sex lives. It sort of grosses me out while it’s happening, but on the other hand, it’s like car wreck - I can’t look away or stop talking about it. Unfortunately, this will be the first time that my boyfriend meets my parents (and I’m pretty sure that he’s around for the long haul, so I want this to go well) and all I can think about is my dad grabbing him around the neck and yelling “You did WHAT to my daughter?”.

I’m still having sex in their cars for revenge, though.


Nah, I think we’re clear, (unless you used to hang out in NY.)


But not he mattress. You do know it can soak through the sheets. :wink:

eh twisty, no.
irishfella and i had sex in her bed, on her carpet, against her bedroom wall…without telling her.

We gotta work on your attitude. :smiley:

You should be having sex in their cars for FUN! :smack:

We haven’t seen each other in three months. The fun part isn’t even a question:D :smiley: :smiley: .


Fun thread! My ex and I used to have sex all the time in the back of my old Chevy Sprint–I’m 5’9", he’s 6’ and it’s all a matter of motivation, flexibility and imagination…

Two of my dearest friends were at my son’s housewarming, to which I had contributed a 30 year old bottle of tequila–she was upset because they’d been trying to get pregnant but nothing was occurring. I assured her that nature would indeed take its course and thought no more of it…

In due course, their lovely daughter arrived and eventually my friend came clean to the fact that later during that party he and his lady had retired to my van for some tequila inspired hanky panky, and that they were sure they’d caught their daughter that night since they work really incompatible shifts and hadn’t had a chance for sex until much later. I just laughed, and remarked that if THAT didn’t make her my honorary niece, nothing would!

Too bad they couldn’t have waited until I put the carpet and couch back there–it must have been damned uncomfortable on that slippery bedliner!

Avabeth, I’m with you on the double standard. My brother got engaged about a year, year and a half after I did. I couldn’t figure out a way for my fiance and I not to live together before marriage and still make a viable go of things. If nothing else, the practical aspects of managing a move and a marriage made me want to scream, “No!!!” My parents, however, were dead against it. My brother’s only a year and a half younger than I am. When his girlfriend moved in, somehow my parents were OK with it. They even made a trip to Hawaii together to see me before they got engaged. I did call my parents on their different attitudes once, and they pointed out something important. I asked permission. :frowning:

As for making out in a Geo Storm, hmmm. My best friend used to own one. Maybe I should ask her? Nah. She might decided to kill me or blackmail me, and she’s got way too much blackmail material!