Autoerotica... please no. I must admit, I get a heady we-are-as-one-machine thrill when I zoom around in a good car. And I do pop out with a bit of an afterglow. But, uh, I've never expressed it in.... uhhh, such absurdly sexual terms.
She sounds like this guy I read about in "Strange Sex," who developed an unhealthy sexual obsession with his car. I think she's trying to be sensual and DEEEEEEEEP, but no matter how thrilling a car is or how you feel, it's weird to hear about feeling it up your spine, and talking to your skin and body, and ewk ewk ewk "all the muscle cars."
I'm just shocked she isn't rhapsodizing about the long, thick, smooth, perfect tailpipe, so shiny, so erect, so alluring. Bleeeeeccccchhhh.... please, God, don't let there be a car in Whorenita's future.
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She sounds like this guy I read about in "Strange Sex," who developed an unhealthy sexual obsession with his car. I think she's trying to be sensual and DEEEEEEEEP, but no matter how thrilling a car is or how you feel, it's weird to hear about feeling it up your spine, and talking to your skin and body, and ewk ewk ewk "all the muscle cars."
I'm just shocked she isn't rhapsodizing about the long, thick, smooth, perfect tailpipe, so shiny, so erect, so alluring. Bleeeeeccccchhhh.... please, God, don't let there be a car in Whorenita's future.