Revvin Up My Baby!!

As I open the door, and turn on the light.
She is lying there waiting for my touch.
Satin red accented with black leather trim.

This is gonna be one hell of a night!

She was born in 1969 just outside Detroit Michigan.
She doesn't show her thirty-six years.
Her feminine lines and voluptuous curves remind me.
I have had ladies half her age and none give quite the same thrill.

As I stand there in front of her, I recall its taken six months,
and three thousand miles. To get to where we are tonight.

I feel her need and anticipation with every passing second.

I pull back the covers inch by inch.
She takes my breath away.
After all the years together.
She is still looks incredible.

Slowly I climb in not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber.
I knowingly let my hands roam over her smooth skin.
I feel the warmth of the fine rich leather.
Oh' man IM getting excited!

I think to myself this girl is perfection.

She has grace, style, and teenage lust in one package.
She was built for the gods, not just one simple man.
I fumble around like an adolescent boy.
That certain switch that will bring her to life.

My hands trembling. Emotions running high.

Working that little button, and pressing into her.
Slowly at first waiting for her to come to life,
and respond to my touch.
The sounds of guttural moans as she begins to wake.

Its like. "hello stranger where have you been all my life"?

I move away from her side.
As I crawl around her I notice that sexy rear end.
That drew me in all those years ago.
Two words come to mind HEART STOPPER.

Many men have seen this view before. And all have been jealous of what I have.

As I raise her up, and delicately work myself under her.
I work my way back going lower and lower.
feeling for what i need.
ah yes there it is,

She is so hot that I feel as if my body is on fire but it is of little concern now.

Pulling out the glove
I make sure that is a good fit.
Don't want any accidents now.
Then letting my hands roam back to there intended target.

Twisting, pulling, hands slipping man is she slick
she has been dripping for a while now
maybe from a previous vibration session.
Sweat is pouring of my brow And down my chest.

Our bodies entwined like honeysuckle in a fence. Lost to each others embrace.

I have to keep my mind on what IM doing
that's it she is ready. I know it now.
Her hot, thick, slick, fluid drains from her.
IM covered in it as I pullout from underneath.

I do my best to attend to all her needs and clean up. Whew she really needed that.

Standing in front of her I pull out my stick
and then without warning plunge it in again.
Over and over filling her completely
until IM sure her needs have been met.

She always looks forward to these special times it always makes her better than she was before.

I stand up sliding the covers back over her sensual form
I know she will want to smoke when she wakes again
I wish she would stop I have tried to make her many times.
But I guess that will have to wait for another day.

GOD I LOVE OIL CHANGES ON MY CORVETTE !!!