When a Love Affair is Over
She was already a mature lady when I took her in. Yeah, she had quite a few miles on her. You could say she had been around the block a few times. But she never complained, and she was always ready to go when I was. And so easy to please. She always purred like a kitten when I treated her right, especially when we curled up together. That’s when she really showed her stuff. She would creak and sigh and moan and groan like this one might be the last time we would ever make love together. Then we would hold and caress each other till the wee hours, sometimes till the break of dawn. Once rested, we were both ready to hit the road and start all over again.
Call me a pervert but I just love giving my lady a bath. There’s something mighty sexy about the way she smiles when she’s sparkling clean. I love massaging those two gorgeous hooters on her chest. And her long, slender body takes my breath away. So smooth to the touch. Even her rear end is made for action. When I approach her from the rear with my long hose in my hand, she screams with delight. She gives a lot of smiles to the miles.
Well, she and I have been movin’ and a-groovin’, rockin’and a-rollin’ for 10 years now. We both came very close to finding ourselves broken, discarded, and on top of the worn out heap of life on more than one occasion. But we our survivors. With more livin’ to do.
Back in 2005 she had a leaky heart that required a transplant. A lady from Georgia who had recently died donated her heart for the operation. I arranged for a speedy overnight delivery of the new heart. The team of waiting surgeons worked for two days. It was touch and go, but in the end she was up, smiling, and ready to keep on putting out for 8 more years.
She’s also a low maintenance kind of woman. Nothing expensive about her. And she will go places where angels fear to tread. I never have to ask twice. When I’m ready, she’s ready. Rain or shine. When she and I get our movements synchronized, she loves to put things into cruise control so we can bump and grind for hours.
But all good things must eventually come to an end—even torrid love affairs. So we have decided to end ours on a high note. I will help her find a new home, although we both know she will likely never find a hot lover like me. And I will look for a younger woman, with fewer miles, and a small sticker price. Good looks, no whiners.
I’m in the market for a 2007 model, with good gas mileage, a classy chassis, automatic transmission, and a lot of get up and go. Any hot numbers for sale out there?