The day starts out as have all the others...

Slap the alarm off the nightstand, roll around languidly in my bed.
Feeling some nice tingles, I grind my pelvis, and fondle my nipples - so nice, but oh, now I'm awake, only to realize, damn it all, it was just a dream.
Oh Shit, I think as I see the clock lying on its side; it is 10 min to 10:00.
Oh, No, I was supposed to be at a shoot at 10:00.

Thanks to the swinging 60's, all I need to do is act like this is how I am supposed to look.
I move my titian hair around with some hair spray, brush the teeth as I take a 2 min birdbath
Good thing I went on a spending spree.
I have a super cool dress to wear - it's a black mini, with no back; I was saving it for a special occasion, but why wait? I can enjoy it now. The first shoes I find that are a pair are some black platform gladiator sandals.

I'm not the only one in LA that is putting my face together, while on the freeway.
I have my 1967 P1800 Volvo Convertible, and only at this moment do I realize it's shaped like a big Viking
phallus. HA! No wonder I was so drawn to it.

All right, I screech up to the studio, literally.  The guy at the gate doesn't even bother to check if I am
supposed to be there.  Must be the cat eye sunglasses.

I get lost looking for the studio. I am so going to get sent away. Free-lancers should be more professional.
I see a tall dark haired fellow, talking to what appears to be a studio rent a cop.  He is only slightly raising his voice, but clearly is taking charge.

I slow down and ask him to pardon me, but I am looking for a certain sound stage.
He rises up to his full height, sizes up me and my convertible.
"May I assist you, Little Lady?"

"Oh wow, I don't mean to be a bother, but I am lost and very late, I'm looking for the sound stage that a pilot
is being shot on, The Monkees?

As I’m speaking the last words of my sentence, this tall dark and handsome fellow, jumps in to my passenger
seat, without opening the door.  "DRIVE" he says.  As usual, I’m confused.

He grabs my right leg, and presses his left leg on to the gas pedal.  Oh now isn't this just my luck, this guy is a psycho. 

So, I guess this is it, at least I will perish at the hand of a beautiful maniac.  I so should have stayed home.

After we clear the studio lot, he lets up on the accelerator, and directs me where to make the turns.  It appears we are going to Mexico.  Great, I get to expire in a 3rd world. I am trying to piece together the Karma that has led me to this point.

I can't help but be intrigued by this tall fellow with an accent.  Is this a Stockholm Syndrome?

I sneak another peek at this yummy guy, OH SHIT!  I so caught him staring at my chest.  Normally I would be pissed, but his dark pensive stare, piques my curiosity.
He is so intense, and as long as I am probably going to meet my maker shortly, I figure, what the Hell, I'm going out in an explosion.

On a winding Baja California road, I ask if it's ok for me to take off my stockings, it's so hot.
I'll need to pull over.  He says all right, but make it quick.

I pull over, and open my door,  as I release the laces of my shoes, I hear a little sound.
I hear the man's head hit the back of the head rest, and I sneak a peek.
His crotch is busting at the seams.
Now, is there any way in Hell I can let this go unattended?

I take off my other sandal, purposely making a breathy sound, while I strike a stripper pose.
I hear him groan so slightly, and I have no reserve.

I straddle him, while I push his dark thick hair away from his forehead. He is panting, and I feel his cock
straining towards me.

He has the cutest puffy lips, I so have to play with them, as I am orally fixated myself. I also have large
poofy lips, and I could die a happy woman, sucking and kissing this man.
I need to taste him, so I kiss and lick him down the chest, nibbling at the nipples, alternately sucking,
kissing and biting them. The pheromones take over.

I am so worked up at this point, I insert my finger inside my twitching , eager vagina, and before I climax
too soon, I lick my fingers, tasting myself (watch the cock jump), and then I so slowly push my fingers into
his mouth.  At that moment, I feel as if this is why I am on this planet.
His big dark brown eyes dilate; he is turned into pure Primate.
He kisses me like no other man ever has or ever will.
He flips me over on to my hands and knees, speaking in a low guttural voice, I can only pick up a
word or two here and there.

His large strong hands, caress my skin. I am embarrassed, as I am neon fair.
As he is stroking his hands up and down my back, he says he thinks the contrast of our skin is a turn-on.

I feel a silky, yet firm, strawberry shaped something, that seems to have its own pulse.
It is so hard and masculine, yet so tender.
It is seeking entrance inside me...

Instincts make me put my cheek flush to the bed, as I rise up towards him.
He puts those big, strong hands on my hips, and as he bites the back of my neck, penetrates me to the hilt.
I start to climax, and the more he drives his thick tool inside, I can not stop. I feel my vaginal muscles
tightening and clenching around the base of his thick cock.
He keeps biting the back of my neck, all the while driving deeper and harder.
I am a blithering idiot, as I feel myself slip into an alternate realm.

I wake up the next day, alone, but happy.
And as I am tossing turning and giggling, I find a green wool hat, with a key sewn inside...
This Detroit Girl is so going on a road trip.