Breathtaking. It's the only way to describe a true performance car. It never ceases to make me smile. Other drivers will crane their necks to see it drive past, people will come up to chat at petrol stations and I've had police comment "that I bet you can't wipe the smile off your face driving this" while writing me a ticket for speeding. Yeah, tickets are an acceptable reality.

I'd just spent two days completely ravishing a girl on our second date. She promised to leave her chastity belt at home and I took that to heart. Without going in to any detail, she was completely dumbfounded by the experience - a story for another day.

But it was the drive home that really had me smiling. Two hours stuck on the highway with nowhere to go and nothing to do. Once we reached cruising speed I confidently reached over and unbuttoned her jeans. Then I commanded her to pull them down an inch or two. She looked at me with an expression of disgust as though questioning "how could I be so damned wrong yet so damned good at it". She obeyed in a hypnotic way and allowed my fingers to begin their dance.

Whenever she reached over to return my touch, I'd change my rhythm, sometimes a little faster, sometimes a little slower. With each change she'd lose her focus and give in to my control. I controlled the car and I could do anything I wanted while she was a passenger.

I explained that we were wizzing by trucks at 150 to provide her with a little privacy. To my sinister amazement (because nothing really amazes me) she said "No, slow down, I want them to see". I smiled. With a little more encouragement her jeans were around the ankles of her knee high boots with heels perched on the dashboard, legs parted for any innocent viewer.

For two solid hours I teased the living hell out of her which was the best way to end two days of incredible passion! Mmmmm.... It's good to be me :)