Now, I’ve had a lot of car sex, I mean, sex in cars. In parks, in parking lots, the drive-in, turn-offs in the middle of nowhere, the cul-de-sac of an abandoned suburban housing tract, and once, a dam. It’s not great, but in high school, you pretty much take what you can get, right?

But one thing you couldn’t do without is a Sexy Times Mixtape,  you just couldn’t leave it to chance with 80s radio. Nothing can melt an erection faster than Bruce Willis or dry a vaginal canal more thoroughly than Anne Murray, that snow-bound monster of mediocrity.

The important thing is to really decide on an anchor song early. And I never made a Sexy Mix Tape without this banger:

 

“TIL THE NIGHT CLOSES IN!”

Just that bass line gives me a semi.

 

And Foreigner. The longing in this song in this song is pure boner sauce:

 

Or this languid build of passion on display here (Warning: not for use by premature ejaculators):

 

But I want to hear from you, our readers. What makes up your Seduction Cassette?


 

OK, one car sex story.

In high school, a much thinner SugarFree managed to have sex in a 1979 MG Midget. With the top up. I’m still not sure what eldritch geometry allowed this to happen. One big point in my favor was this my girlfriend was quite short, and on the dance squad, so very flexible. In the passenger seat, she climbed on top of me, the female superior position as it were. The act was… constrained? measured? exhibited a certain… economy?

Later, she did admit to almost getting to fifth base with the shifter. Which did not ignite anything within her, sadly. It was a few years before I found myself a proper butt slut.

 

Not mine, but the same make and color.