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You run a hand across the curve of a thigh covered in silver silk, the touch sending a tingling chill through your arm. You gently glide your fingers along the curves of her body, luxuriating in the silky smoothness of her skin. Her brilliant cat-like eyes radiate in blue, lighting the surrounding area in a blinding brightness. You move along to the bump of her rear, feeling the firmness and hearing her seductive, throaty and growling purr in your ears. You enter her, feeling the soft skin inside, and with a single thrust bring her to an orgasmic roar.
This is the first time with her, a losing of virginity that once lost is normally never found again, but with her the sensation remains. Every time you enter her, it’s like being a virgin all over again.
She is by far the best of the best, with a sex appeal that drives men and women to madness with lust. Her name is Aston Martin.
My first experience with an Aston Martin came when I was still a child, and I saw her beauty on the television. Sean Connery may have been the actor in the movie, but Aston Martin was the star.
I wanted to be James Bond, not for the money, not for the babes, not for the guns or gadgets. I wanted his car, a silver Aston Martin DB5. While his car could do many fun little things (like eject passengers through the roof), I didn’t want any of that functionality. I just wanted one of those cars.
Aston Martins have had many different looks over the years since I first saw that silver DB5, but there has always been familiarity with the cars.
All of them have had gorgeous curves, with cat-like headlights and the signature design of the grille.
It doesn’t matter to me which Aston Martin I eventually get, whether a 2-door coupe or a 4-door sedan. Any of them are going to be the most spectacular vehicle I will have ever owned, and any of them will make the neighbors jealous.
Will it make me sexier for owning such a sexy and beautiful car? Of course not. The car doesn’t make the man. But will the car be sexier than anything else on the street? Oh yeah!
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This story was written as part of an assignment in my college writing club. We were to write something about our favorite cars, and everyone in the club already knew that my favorite car were the Aston Martin’s. Doesn’t matter which model, as long as it’s an Aston Martin it is my favorite!
“Sexy” is the only word that accurately describes an Aston Martin, but just writing that a car is sexy is boring so I decided that by making the reader think I was talking about sex rather than a car was the way to go in order to grab the readers attention.
And it worked. Upon reading this aloud at the next meeting of the writing club, I saw a lot of blushing faces, and gasps when they realized that I was describing a car, not a woman.
The lesson I learned, and subsequently taught, with the writing of this story is that sometimes a story can lead you one direction, make you sure of where it is going, and suddenly reveal something completely different than was expected.
