Chapter 1: Eroticism and Speed I remember the first time I associated driving fast with eroti- cism.Chapter 1: Eroticism and Speed I remember the first time I associated driving fast with eroti- cism. I was 16 years old and I had only held my license for a few months. I was in "the boat" as the old Chrysler was affec- tionately called, and driving down Rt 3. I came around a bend and saw a nice straightaway and pushed on the gas. As the four barrel opened up, I found my legs were tingling with excitement. I stepped more boldly on the accelerator, and felt the tell tale stirrings of an impending hard on in my groin. As I reached 90 I was semi-hard; I chickened out shortly thereafter. Power and control - it was erotic. Several years later I had a fast car, a Mustang GT. I had de- veloped a taste for speed by this time, and would take a "beat cruise" at nearly any opportunity. My girlfriend discovered my secret during a race with an IROC Z28 on the highway. At speeds in excess of 130 MPH, I was excited both by the speed and this strange erotic feeling I got whenever I was driving more than twice the legal speed. My girlfriend had been resting her hand on my inner thigh as I drove, but as I reached cruising speed she went to move her hand away. She accidentally brushed my by now raging hard on, and looked at me with an upturned eyebrow. |