I’ve lost dignity and my undies in car sex

Dear Annnie, I’D never had sex in a car before last week – and now I’m wondering if I was right to have done it.

I want you to know that I’m not a snob, though being an only daughter I suppose my well-off father has made sure I’ve been pampered.

I’ve had three fellas before and though the sex was quite unexciting, it always took place at my home when my parents were away, so a degree of comfort was assured.

My latest boyfriend, though, attracted me because he’s a bit rough and ready and looks dangerous. He didn’t fawn all over me like the others and so I was drawn to him somehow.

Anyway, after taking me for a drink at a rough pub where everyone watched the football, he drove me to a quiet wooded area and we started kissing.

Soon we were very hot for it and he had my knickers off and his fingers probing me as I reached between his legs and freed his muscle.

I felt so ungainly as he hoisted my legs over his shoulders in the cramped car and entered me with an assured rhythm.

As the windows steamed up I climaxed with a passion I’d rarely experienced, and he came thickly soon after.

When we’d done, though, my expensive clothes were all crumpled, I was sticky and I couldn’t find my undies anywhere.

Have I been undignified?

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