How do you like it?

It appears I like it fast. Alison Tyler does great...contests. Here's my entry for Auto Erotica. Cheers to anyone that went out and voted.

“How fast will she go?” I asked innocently.

“Is that how you like it?” The words rolled from his perfect lips.

“I don’t know.” I answered.

The last thing I remember was the sound of the convertible’s back tires squealing as they sprang into life, trying to keep up with the hammering engine’s request. We moved faster and faster across the deserted open highway, the wind repetitively slapped my face. At first I was petrified and beads of cold sweat covered my body, like an insidious disease. I glanced over at him: The Adonis-looking jock until he became a blur.

Time has a way of standing still when you travel that fast.

Plastered up against my bucket seat, I couldn’t move. I could only feel the power of speed as it took possession of me: My nipples ached from the wind whipped beating of pleasure. My cunt clenched around the flowing juices as my clit vibrated along to the rhythmic hum of the engine’s force.

I felt my orgasm building behind the speed’s force, but speed teased me, taking me to the edge, but not letting me go. I didn’t think I could take it anymore, when speed finally loosened its grip and my body convulsed in orgasm. My wind-blown head shook from side to side as my fingers gripped tightly around the sides of the seat and my hips moved up and down against the seat buckle restraint.

“Yes. I like it fast.” I said as the car finally stopped.

Neve

p.s. The image above is a Porsche Mirage. This sexy number delivers 1,000 hp and 886lb-ft of torque from a twin-turbo V-10 engine, which propels it from zero to 60 miles per hour in 3.1 seconds; at a top speed of 250 miles per hour. The price? A very cool, $2.2 million.