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lauralhI get a huge kick out of riding in cool cars. I mean like old cars, or fast cars, or old fast cars. Anything before 1970 in general is good. Mostly I just look at other people riding in these cars, though. Of which there is no shortage in this town. And it's always men driving them of course, because men like tinkering with cars. I'm sure some women do too, but as a rule it's gonna be either some overpaid yuppie or some redneck dude who likes cars more than women.
Yesterday afternoon I saw a shiny chromesque red '53 convertible, and I was filled with such longing that I would have slept with the beefy blond guy driving it if I could ride in it. But then I came back to my senses. Of course I wouldn't sleep with a guy just to ride in his car. I'm not that kind of whore. Then I wondered what I would do. Kiss him? Talk to him? Then again, sleeping with him might be more pleasant than talking to him, as long as they were mutually exclusive...
Yesterday afternoon I saw a shiny chromesque red '53 convertible, and I was filled with such longing that I would have slept with the beefy blond guy driving it if I could ride in it. But then I came back to my senses. Of course I wouldn't sleep with a guy just to ride in his car. I'm not that kind of whore. Then I wondered what I would do. Kiss him? Talk to him? Then again, sleeping with him might be more pleasant than talking to him, as long as they were mutually exclusive...
