Suzanne Portnoy

The BMW 118 is not built for sex, as I found out last night.  It is, however, better than the Volkswagon Golf Cabrio, my previous car.  At least in a BMW118 (unlike the Golf Cabrio), the seats are just about wide enough to straddle a good sized cock without hitting one’s knee on the seat belt holder.  And the seat adjuster has a one touch mechanism that makes the seat go back in one handy motion - fantastic in the heat of the movement when one wants to move swiftly from kissing to f***ing.  I remember spending a good few minutes in my previous car spent trying to get the seat back when I had a sudden urge to sit on my companion’s face and it wasn’t half as horny as just pulling a handle and watching the seat immediately recline.

I couldn’t help but notice last night too that my BMW118 definately has more headroom than my other car.  After I’d straddled my companion it was really easy to lift my pussy to the tip of his cock and sit down again, repeating that motion over and over, making him come quickly.  Car sex is rarely languid.  The awkward position of the seat, the lack of space and the general ambience make it almost impossible not to hurry it all along.  Then there was the setting of a deserted mews featuring wall-to-wall garages in Notting Hill that made us both think that someone might show up at any time.  There was no choice but to rush and that made it even more exciting, knowing that we might be caught at any moment.

Yes, the BMW118 is not the ideal f***ing machine but I think we did ok.