A lot of things have changed since my gf moved in. Most of them, for the better.

But there are a few things I miss from my “single days.”

Topping that list would have to be car sex.

Sure, when we were merely dating, we always had sex in the car, on the beach and basically anyplace that we could get away with. There were many a night that after she crawled out from under the dashboard or broke her center console, or I kept turning the windshield wipers and hazard lights on with my toe, that we wished we had the luxury of a bed.

I often thought to myself, “Wow, if it’s this good in all these weird positions think of how good it’s going to be when we’re actually in a bed!”

And it was …. it is. But I’m starting to miss car sex.

The other night we were trying to duplicate a particular position that we had only been able to achieve in the backseat of my caddy. After a few tries we realized that the magic to that particular trick requires a backseat, hands propped up on the door handle and back of the front seat, with my right foot braced against the window while she keeps one foot on the floor. Not to mention that this is not possible without a certain amount of flexibility involved.

Anyhoo, that drove my point home. I miss and may actually need car sex.

It’s not just the excitement of possibly getting caught by strangers walking by as you try to muffle your giggles and moans or the very real possibility of getting arrested for indecent exposure. It’s more then that.

I was thinking about why I miss it so much and I realized that when we had car sex, we were closer, it was more intimate in a lot of ways. Stay with me on this while I explain: Due to necessary positions we would have to get into to make things work, we almost always ended up very close, face to face, body against body. It created an intimacy that’s easier to avoid when you’re in the privacy of your bedroom. I know that sounds odd but with room to spread out, sometimes we get more involved with the “goal” of achieving that climax versus simply enjoying being with one another.

Call me a simple girl, but I like to actually feel close to my girlfriend when we’re having sex and doing it in a car shouldn’t be the only way to get that.

Why is it that when you don’t have any other place to do it, the car seems like a viable and necessary option. But when you have a house, with four walls and a bed all of a sudden sex in the car seems so risky, so unnecessary, so … not happening.

Ugh. I think this problem has an easy enough remedy and it’s parked in my driveway right now. But you know I’m not going to do it, at least not tonight. Why bother when I’ve got this huge, comfy bed right here?

An unexpected pitfall to living together: No more car sex.

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