Driving is therapeutic for me. There is a certain sense of intimacy that can be shared with the road. The road is a lover with whom you can share the most private thoughts.
Oh, how exquisite it is to drive with the wind whispering it’s secrets in my ear, and lovingly licking my skin, running it’s fingers through my hair. It’s touch, stimulates me and widens my eyes.
Nature has its own smells that subtly waft about me, entering me, and adding specific flavors to my sensual world—intoxicated by the arousal my senses experience.
Sounds from the stereo rhythmically pump and pound into me, reaching the deepest parts of my body—electrifying responses—stimulating me to a sense of heightened awareness and pleasure.
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