March 24th, 2019 
Anonymous 
Muscle cars make my panties damp.
I’m a motorhead, and I love those big engine sleek body cars, especially from the heyday of Detroit. The smooth classic chassis lines and revving engine’s deep-throated roar literally excite me. I adore the seductive curves of a well-detailed and well-maintained powerful vehicle.
You arrive for our date in a classic muscle car, and I get the biggest smile on my face. The thrumming idle of the motor as you turn the key ignites a spark in my soul. Somebody is getting lucky tonight, if they play their cards right.
It’s easy to enjoy the journey when you travel in style.
We take a leisurely drive out to the beach, and I smile again when you produce a small cooler. We sip our beverages, leaning against the shiny fender as we talk and watch the sun set. As the light fades, we start the car again, enjoying the powerful vibrations as we tool down the road.
Every acceleration produces a small thrill down my spine and growing wetness between my legs. You’re aware of the effect your sexy muscle car has on me, and execute the next part of your plan. Soon thereafter, you’re pulling into the privacy of a little known local Lover’s Lane.
When is a muscle car not a car? When it’s a sex toy.
It takes no time at all for us to begin some deep kissing and heavy petting. Clothes that are in the way are quickly pushed away or cast aside. Then, as the French would say, “the thing is in the hand and the hand is in the thing.”
This is such a fun scenario to do on a call. Do I get into the back seat with you for some mind-blowing sex, leaving footprints on the headliner? Or do I make you settle for an enthusiatic blow job, since you entirely forgot to bring any protection? Maybe I just edge you until you lose control and have a big wet spot on your jeans. So call me now, describe your favorite muscle car, and seduce me totally.
Linda
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