Other than the human body itself, does anything embody the ideal of power, sensuality, and raw sexual energy better than the automobile?

Oh, sure, you can argue that there are physically larger symbols that exude masculinity, such as obelisks, pyramids, and bulging bank accounts, and even sensually feminine symbols such as sailing yachts, or maglev trains.

But the fact remains that the automobile is THE seat of sexual power, the focus of achievement, the ultimate status symbol that reflects materialistic avarice. The proper car can mark its owner as a mover and shaker, a force with which to be reckoned, or a bon vivant, gay, free thinker. A vehicle reflects its owner’s tastes, and hygiene, and even personal habits in how it is driven.

For instance, think Red Corvette, and you almost automatically associate it with a bleached blonde divorcee, or some carefree young thing, racing down the fast lanes of life, sticking close to the powdered white line of excitement, and ready to experience all that is offered to her.

Think of the Mercedes sedan, sleek and black, its fluid puissance the mark of the successful executive, a man that exudes power, and control, both in and out of the bedroom.

It is not for nothing that these auto-erotic icons are driven past our eyes time and again on the big and small screens. We are made constantly aware of the difference in class and taste as the media shows us sports cars, SUVs, minivans, and trucks, each marketed to a specific demographic segment, and each with its own underlined promise of the kind of person owns each one.

A typical scenario would show a cowboy and his pickup truck. This rugged, honest, hard working man, pulls into the long dirt drive of his ranch, coming finally home to a nicely appointed farmhouse, with a paver stone driveway, where his beautiful wife has just returned from the antique shop she runs, her Volvo SUV’s utilitarian storage area packed with new stock for her quaint shop.

The kids pull up on their quadrunner ATV’s all smiling and laughing and having fun. It’s the archetypical perfect family, dad a hard working individualist, who still knows how to let his woman lead her own life. The kids are polished and shiny, underneath all that mud and cow poop. Perfect smiles, perfect people, leading stimulating, fulfilling lives.

And all of it is reflected not by the farm, and the rustic home, but by the vehicles with which they race to and fro, conducting lives far more interesting than yours or mine.

With such powerful capacities for invoking primordial feelings of pride, and lust, and even envy, the automobile stands alone as the Ultimate Sex Toy.

Even a junker has a personality, one that may indicate a devil-may-care attitude about its driver. Many a woman has lost her virginity in the back seat of vehicles that were barely road-worthy, but that provided a refuge of privacy for the immediate biological needs that screamed to be sated.

My own personal experiences with the car are many, but my favorite times did not necessarily focus on participating in sex while in the vehicle, but also in the journey to many places that would have been literally unreachable mere decades ago, if not for the development of the Interstate Highway system.

There is also the added benefit that the proper car, with appropriate window tint, provides a literal hotel room on wheels, or at least a comfortable couch.

Having sex in a car parked at a mall or drug store, or even a high end restaurant, can be especially titillating because of the naughtiness factor, the risk of discovery, and the voyeuristic shared experience of seeing people only inches away, who don’t know you are in the midst of orgasm.

Of course, a supply of wipes or towels comes in handy for protecting or removing fluids, but, if the material is a fine leather or water-resistant vinyl, your lover’s tongue can be pressed into service to act as a temporary measure for cleaning your upholstery of those funky juices.

The added luxury of accessory power can lead to some spirited adventures, both solo and with a partner.

While there must be some statistics somewhere on the Internet detailing this, I was unable to locate just exactly how many women drive while under the influence of a C-Spot vibrator. One can imagine that many women, before the advent of such wonderful technology, might have self-pleasured while a passenger, in the back seat “sleeping”, or even with their lovers. One only knows how many accidents this behavior caused, especially among long-haul truckers, who came unknowingly upon this spectacle.

I am reminded of a story related to me by one such individual, whose veracity I do not doubt, he being much larger and burlier than I, that I met at a turnpike stop one sunny afternoon about twenty years ago.

After coming through a rather dull and barren area of road that stretched some sixty or seventy miles, we were entering the restroom, but I think he needed to relieve a different burden than I that day.

Grinning ear to ear, this amiable dude related how he had been passed by, and then followed, a man and two women in a convertible.

As they passed, it was obvious that the women were totally naked, and the man was being fellated by one, while the other woman was eating the “kitty” of the fellatrix, who was bowed over the front seat.

Not believing his eyes, he sped up, and nearly rammed their vehicle.

When they discovered they had company, the man politely pulled over and offered my new found friend his choice of the women, whereupon the four of them commenced an orgy in the sleeper compartment of his semi-tractor rig.

Happily spent, the four of them parted ways, leaving my fellow traveler wondering at the simple marvel of it all.

I, of course, believed every word of it, since I had seen similar events on this stretch of highway before.

One day, while in Orlando , a man pulled up beside me in a white convertible Mustang, with an Anna Nicole look-alike tugging on his penis. I had a perfect view from the seat of my large black SUV, and he just shrugged while she went down on him. This was during rush hour on I-Drive, near Sand Lake , and when the light changed, the couple pulled into the parking lot of one of the many inns located along the strip there. Whereupon one assumes they went into their room to prolong the festivities.

Yes, the auto is the ultimate sex toy for a reason.

It can become a love seat, bed, hotel room, or magic carpet, transporting you and your paramours to new heights of ecstasy, or even intercourse.

The newest cars come decked out with things that were once the province of the houses of the rich, with the refrigerated or heated space for refreshments, snacks, and toys.

Sensual audio video systems can provide stirring music, rousing anthems, and lesbian porn on demand.

With the proper equipment, one can beam their adventures across the internet, email choice photos to their friends, or even perform live for money!

And anyone can get all of this opportunity, all this sensual headiness, all this raw lust, available for zero down, low interest rate financing, and small, affordable monthly payments (to buyers with approved credit only).

But, for the rest of us, the simple joy of a lazy, sunny blowjob on a country road on a lazy, sunny Sunday afternoon provides everything we need to crown the car king of the road.