Van Wyck

D and I have had car-sex in many places around the city by now, but there are a couple of regular spots. One of these is a side-road next to the Van Wyck Expressway. Parked there in winter, as we were yesterday, the surroundings are urban. The thin scrim of trees separating us from the stream of traffic is leafless. It is cold. Trash is the dominant ground-cover. But once we are in the back of the Pacifica, with the middle row of seats folded down, the heat running, our clothes stripped off and shoved anywhere to get them out of the way, everything outside the car drops out of consciousness.

D was just about to get her period, and tasted delicious. We began with her lying back while I ate her cunt, and ended with her sitting on my face while my seed leaked out of her cunt and into my mouth. In between, a lot of excellent fucking.

The same spot in summer is very different. The trees in leaf obscure the highway and muffle the sounds. Looking around while fucking, we could almost be parked in a woodland, far from the city. Sunshine washes into the car. It is not quite outdoor sex, but it has something of that character, and with the windows a little open, the whine and rumble of the traffic underscores birdsong. In that light, D's freckled body against the car-cloth on the backs of the seats looks startlingly natural. I suppose that my body does too. Two primates copulating in their habitat - trees, trash, traffic.