Is Car Sex Worth It?

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As I was packing up the back of my White Mazda after the previous night of play with my lover R, and putting the sheets in their bag, a curious question popped up in my head. 

Is car sex worth it?

And I smiled because, for me - and while I cannot speak for my lover, although I'm sure he'd 100% agree - for me, car sex is worth it - 10x and more. 

It's portable. 

Convenient at any given spur of the moment. 

It's sexy. 

And playful. 

Most importantly, it connects me with my lover in a way that the bedroom does not. 

We meet at a local Panera or Dunkin. 

I hand my key over to him, and he takes it from there as far as destination goes; somewhere where there are hiking trails and most often a gorgeous sunset. 

My part's easy - I break out the car sex supplies from the large Rubbermaid container that I keep in the back of my car. 

Sheets, coconut oil, baby wipes, great music, food, sometimes black nylons, and the mood.

The closeness of our bodies is unparalleled. 

The intimacy of our words would make anyone blush. 

I fall in love with him all over again. 

And for me, that's worth it, hands down. 

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