In our debut edit of Sex Confessions, Kay shares how dominance, desire, and a parked car turned into one of her most unforgettable sexual experiences.
For a long time, conversations about sex — especially women’s pleasure — have existed in secret, coded languages, or complete silence. We’re expected to experience it, enjoy it, endure it, avoid it, or rarely talk honestly about what we want or what turns us on. When we do speak about sex, it’s often filtered through shame, morality, or the need to appear “decent.”
Therefore, we created this new column, Sex Confessions, to change that. It is about real stories, told plainly and unapologetically by women who are comfortable owning their experiences — whether they’re messy, soft, intense, or wildly pleasurable. It’s about honesty. Not to shock or sensationalise, but to normalise sexual conversations and remind women that there is no single “right” way to experience or enjoy sex.
Our first confessional comes from Kay (35), who shares a memorable encounter shaped by dominance, trust, and a very spontaneous moment in the backseat of a car.
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Kay’s sex confession
I want to start this confession by stating that my boyfriend had no reason to freak me out in the backseat of his car, especially since we were parked in his driveway. We were less than 10 seconds away from his front door, and we could have gotten freaky in the lobby, living room, or somewhere close enough to the door. But we are who we are: freaks and geeks.
Let’s get into my experience in the back of this car.
We had just gotten back from his beach house in Ilashe. There was a very comfortable bedroom there that we could have used to get into some sexy business, but for whatever reason — maybe the burning sun — we weren’t in the mood. The most we did there was French kiss and cuddle by the poolside.
When we stopped by his house, he wanted to make me dinner while I showered and freshened up before he dropped me off at home. When we got into his estate, he parked the car but kept the AC on, with music playing softly in the background. I told him to put on a Gunna playlist because he knows Gunna gets me going every single time.
After he put the car in park, he turned to me and asked if I’d be down to do something a little spontaneous. Oh lawd.
I already knew he was about to hit me with a freaky request — and to be honest, I was down to follow his lead.
I leaned in and asked, “What do you have in mind?”
He smiled and said, “Let’s move to the backseat.”
Mind you, the parking garage was still a public space, even though it was fairly dark. But I obeyed him nonetheless. My boyfriend was a Hard Dominant, and any sign of disobedience would have been met with punishment — the good kind.
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The backseat
Once we got into the backseat, he pulled me toward him and started kissing me. His kisses were hungry, passionate, full of desire. You will always know how badly a man wants you by how he kisses you, and he was sending a very clear message.
“Open your legs,” he instructed, breaking the kiss only long enough to say it.
He rubbed my clit through my panties while kissing me, and I remember moaning into his mouth, breathing heavily. If there was one thing my boyfriend knew how to do well, it was turn me on.
He grabbed my hand and moved it to his crotch — his way of telling me to rub on it. Even through his trousers, I could feel how hard he was. Rock hard. Fully erect. I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’m a good kisser too.
He unzipped his pants, pulled them down, and his penis sprang free. I swear I started drooling. He had a big penis — at least eight inches — and he knew how to use it. I never felt sore or uncomfortable during or after our sessions.
He gestured for me to take off my beach shorts and panties. He hadn’t even started with me yet, and I was already dripping wet.
The panties come off
Once my panties were off, he slipped two fingers into me and finger-f**ked the life out of me. I could hear how wet I was, and it turned both of us on even more. Between the kissing and the fingering, I lost count of how many times I came — at least five.
After my last orgasm, he leaned back and looked at me. The look in his eyes was animalistic, like he was ready to pounce.
“Are you in the mood to be slutty with me?”
“Always,” I replied.
“Let’s f**k right here. Nobody will see us. I promise.”
I trusted him. He lived on the estate, after all.
He reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a condom, slipped it on, and gently pushed me back into the seat before entering me. His entire penis was inside me — there was no more room left. I didn’t even know my vagina could hold that much penis, but I trust my coochie to never fail me.
He gave me a few seconds to adjust before slowly pumping in and out. I tried to be quiet. I failed. Zero dignity. Zero shame. My legs were on his shoulders as he dug me out like he was trying to prove a point.
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A pleasurable finish
As he picked up the pace, he whispered dirty things into my ear — calling me his slut, telling me how much he enjoyed slutting me out in public, how good I felt, how much he wanted to have all of me and beyond.
Multiple orgasms ripped through me. I could barely respond — just grunts, kisses, breathless sounds.
After about ten minutes, his breathing changed.
“Can I come in your mouth?”
“Yes, babe, you can,” I responded without any hesitation
Half a second later, he pulled out, took the condom off, and stroked himself until he released everything into my open mouth.
I swallowed. Of course. Then he kissed me like he always did.
We stayed in the backseat laughing afterwards, catching our breath, wondering why we didn’t just go inside. What if someone had walked by? They would have had a field day.
After rinsing my mouth with bottled water from his car, we got dressed and walked into his house like we hadn’t just done something extremely nasty.
No regrets, though. Car sex is great. 10/10, I’d highly recommend.
Lessons from a sub
When I asked Kay what the experience taught her about her desires, she was very clear. “I learned that I love to be dominated,” she said. According to her, she prefers to explore sex with “an assertive and decisive man — someone who knows what he wants but is still willing to train me and walk me through the experience.”
Over time, she has come to understand that her preference leans toward Pleasure Doms and Soft Doms.
There was also a smaller, unexpected detail from the experience that stayed with her. Kay shared that one of the things she enjoyed most was being asked to thank her partner after every orgasm. “I had never experienced that before, and I loved it,” she said. “Something about thanking someone for making you orgasm just felt right, and we should do it more often if you ask me.”
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