Speed

Speed…what was it about speed that thrilled.  The feel of the accelerator responding underneath you. Such a sexual component to the rush of the speed.  I feel a freedom that comes only when accelerating across the desert.  Shifting gears, slowing to maneuver between others. Feeding the accelerator, waiting for the response that I know will give me what I desire. The feel of speed is a caress like that of a lover. The pause when deciding to downshift, like when he pauses before he responds to my moaning.  The breeze blowing across my skin as I fly through the night, the throb of the engine responding to my every demand.  The lights flashing by such a gentle kiss to my senses and then grabbing another gear, thrusting me into the night.  A sigh escapes my lips for such is the desire that I feel when driving. The darkness is the kiss of my lover, beckoning  me to come nearer.  Slowing for a curve as when a lover pauses over me, waiting for my response, the deceleration causes a clenching deep inside me. Then my lover strums my senses once more and speed seduces me into its embrace again. Like  passion’s dance the ebb and flow of slowing down and speeding up, culminating in a sigh of release as we once more speed across the night. Feeling the exhilaration of flying by others, my lover holding me close as the speed responds to my delicate touch on the accelerator, like trailing my fingers over my lover‘s body.  Speed pulls me on ever closer to the edge, my passion deepens and deep inside I clench and feel moisture pool low between my thighs.  The steady climb of the speedometer pulses between my legs and then I feel the lapping of  ecstasy that can only be delivered in the midnight rush across the desert. Biting my lip a moan escapes me and a shudder courses through me followed by that rhapsodic  thrill that speed delivers. Sweat beads up on my upper lip and I let my foot lift off of the accelerator and slow down incrementally adjusting my breathing with the reduced speed until once more my control is absolute. Decelerating, I pull over on the shoulder of the road and shut off the motor. A deep feeling of satisfaction fills me and I lean back in my seat and sigh.