Today (I thought. I was wrong, it's this Sunday) was the Turkish Formula One Grand Prix. Since it wasn't being broadcast anywhere, I got my fix from watching some clips of old races: China '06. Schumacher's coming in to pass Alonso. The commentary: Make it stick, son. That's it, that's where you want to be. Take it. Take it!
I used to be a pretty quiet masturbator. Besides the usual heavy breathing and the stifled moan, I tended to keep the grunt level to a minimum and the commentary to myself. Lately, I've noticed I've been making a lot more noise. Making noise makes me come harder, better, stronger... faster! I shove my face into the pillow for the scream and let the filthy talk fly: fucking tear that pussy up, fill me up, fuck me, rape me, suck that clit... okay, not very original, but it does the trick. Sometimes I switch the point of view: open that ass up you fucking cunt. That's it, that's a good girl. Take it. Take it!
Formula One is fucking sexy. Maybe it's the power, the precision or the completely phallic nature of the cars. When they hit the high speeds on the long stretches, it's like the slow rise to orgasm. They slow down just a little for the curve and I ease up to make it last just a little longer, until I'm going full speed for the final lap. The checkered flag comes down and the champagne starts spraying.
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