Bit by the bug

[Hotdogand6pack]

When I bought my Z from Charley, I swore to myself that I would never abuse her. I swore I would only cruise her. I swore that I'd only enjoy her beauty and elegance on the street. I swore to myself I would only adorn her with beauty and show her to the world. I would be a gentle proprietor, Dress her up nice and let her be what she is, eye candy. Little did I know that she was a dirty little woman and that I had entered into a deal with the Devil...

It was three days after pulling her out of the trailer that I waited. Three days of bated breath before I took her out. Three days until I experienced her climactic screams above 6000. It was on that third day that I knew I was unequivocally in love.

She was my secret. One which that I musn't share. Sure everyone had inklings about her, but she was mine. I hid her talents away lest I was the only one to fully experience her to her full. She taught me much, but she was mine and her lessons were for me alone. I would find myself quivering at the thought of her touch, quivering at the adrenaline which coursed through my veins when I gave myself to her.

We bonded as I thoroughly massaged into her skin the lotions which made her glisten, over, and over, and over again. I could hear her cooing to my gentle touch all the while my mind spun progressively deeper into thoughts of her exalted screams.

I had for months considered her a treasure, one to be kept locked in a chest for safe keeping. But the mere thought of her kept hidden irked me in a manner which beckoned me to call he forth and present her. That thought persisted through the winter as I could hear her calling, but to no avail. She was in my dreams, my thoughts, my being as a whole. Her calling I could endure no more. She was my Mistress and it was my duty to satisfy her desires as much as it was hers to satisfy mine.

She cooed and rumbled every time I started her over the winter but not so much as the day she knew she was leaving her confinement. She purred. she sang the most eloquent song the entire way home. She knew she was loved, and she showed it. She received her full lavish treatment of new fluids and filters and pomp and circumstance and she reveled in it. But all the wile she had her leg out with the luring finger pointing at the throttle.

I persisted in my reluctance, but to no avail. Her claws were too deeply set into my skin and I was too eager to experience the thousand natural shocks which flesh is heir to. Her call was resounding and my resilience too weak. I had no choice but to sign up for Watkins Glen.