We fucked in the car last night,
In the parking lot of a gas station
That didn’t have any parking lot lights.
I left the windows rolled up
And I turned off the A/C,
And then we fucked so hard that
That the air got thick and
I couldn’t really breathe.
Then I started dripping sweat onto her,
And the windows got all fogged up,
And I said, “can we please stop,
“I feel like I’m going to faint.”
“Yeah,” she said, wiping my sweat
Off her face, “I came already, anyway.”
LOU RASMUS
big book guy
LOU RASMUS 
5 responses to “Fucking In The Car Is Hard”
Ewww Lou. lol. I hear that kind of fail happens when one spends too much time in solo vs in company. LOL, but this is incisive social commentary about the times. I am still trying to figure out if your blog writing is really you in person or in persona
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maybe a little of both, but this has actually happened.
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Oh, got it. Maybe you need a friend giving unconditional love and hug-a-thons sometimes v quickie car moments. I wish you some joy today (on top of pleasure) – maybe on a long random walk you will have a long lovely conversation about nothing in particular with a little old lady tending a garden of the most beautiful flowers. Or you will wander on an impulse into an ancient cathedral and inhale the imposing silence or feel the sweet music washing over you or mumble delightful feelings with whatever calls to your soul. Things like that. Have a nice day.
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thank you very much
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This is so ridiculous that I love it! You’re good.
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