Well my friends and I have made a blog to account our stories together. Unlike most of the online journals I've seen ours isn't filled with sappy stories of our girlfriends, music lyrics, or poems. Our blog was inspired by tuckermax.com
Anyways, the only reason I wanted to post, was to point out one of the sections, thought some of you might enjoy it:
From the story entitled Road Trip
Continuing in the left lane at 85 miles per hour, I notice headlights behind me swerving in and out of the left and right lane, passing everything that obstructs its path. This intrigues me, and watch as the driver, of a now obvious Integra, seamlessly moves lane to lane. It was like a love affair, she saw me way back and was trying to catch/keep up with me, it was a cute gesture. She got my attention. I decide to play with her for a while.
As her front driver side wheel gets close to my right rear wheel, I decide to play hard to get. I drop to forth gear. Look at Matt, and he turns up the music, almost in perfect harmony with the downshift.
As I start to pull, I hear her downshift as well. The highway widens to three lanes. Our dance floor is shown.
My RPMs are climbing, 4500….4600….4700…anticipation of the 5500 mark is killing me. Waiting for VTEC to kick, my heart starts to beat faster.
A car approaches in the middle lane, so smoothly she moves to the far right lane and begins to push the speed up yet another notch.
5100…5200…
I move over to the middle lane, she looks lonely. She needs a partner…she needs me.
5400…5450….
5500…VTEC engages. The anticipation and release was analogous to having your first orgasm. It puts me in a state of ecstasy. At 110 miles per hour, I realize I am free, and she comes with me. Weaving in and out of traffic, like a beautifully choreographed dance. Simply, poetry in motion.
After 20 minutes of pure delight, she leaves and exits. Flashes her high beams at us as if to say: “thanks for the quickie, don’t call me, I’ll call you” farewell. I feel like I was used. I like it.
If you care to read more of our stories you can visit our site:
http://www.xanga.com/tripod_tales
Anyways, the only reason I wanted to post, was to point out one of the sections, thought some of you might enjoy it:
From the story entitled Road Trip
Continuing in the left lane at 85 miles per hour, I notice headlights behind me swerving in and out of the left and right lane, passing everything that obstructs its path. This intrigues me, and watch as the driver, of a now obvious Integra, seamlessly moves lane to lane. It was like a love affair, she saw me way back and was trying to catch/keep up with me, it was a cute gesture. She got my attention. I decide to play with her for a while.
As her front driver side wheel gets close to my right rear wheel, I decide to play hard to get. I drop to forth gear. Look at Matt, and he turns up the music, almost in perfect harmony with the downshift.
As I start to pull, I hear her downshift as well. The highway widens to three lanes. Our dance floor is shown.
My RPMs are climbing, 4500….4600….4700…anticipation of the 5500 mark is killing me. Waiting for VTEC to kick, my heart starts to beat faster.
A car approaches in the middle lane, so smoothly she moves to the far right lane and begins to push the speed up yet another notch.
5100…5200…
I move over to the middle lane, she looks lonely. She needs a partner…she needs me.
5400…5450….
5500…VTEC engages. The anticipation and release was analogous to having your first orgasm. It puts me in a state of ecstasy. At 110 miles per hour, I realize I am free, and she comes with me. Weaving in and out of traffic, like a beautifully choreographed dance. Simply, poetry in motion.
After 20 minutes of pure delight, she leaves and exits. Flashes her high beams at us as if to say: “thanks for the quickie, don’t call me, I’ll call you” farewell. I feel like I was used. I like it.
If you care to read more of our stories you can visit our site:
http://www.xanga.com/tripod_tales
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