Cruise Control

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The drive was never the hard part.

The hard part was the waiting.

Somewhere between the first sext and the first glance from in his knees, the whole trip would take a life of its own. My phone would light up with a photo and a text. And the truck would voice his trash talk through the speakers. Just enough to keep my imagination working in over time while the road stretched out in front of me.

By the time I was outside of city limits I was no longer listening to music and just baring my big dick to all the fetishes he voiced over the speakers.

I couldn’t stop thinking about his lips wrapped around my big dick.

The anticipation is what gets you. Not the destination. Not even the meeting. It’s those hours in between where two people know exactly where the day is headed, but neither one can get there fast enough.

Every gas station stop felt unnecessary.

Every red light felt personal.

Every mile Marker Felt like it was moving in slow motion.

Until finally I’d pull into the driveway and see him waiting. Cool on the outside like he had not spent all day running his mouth and sexting through my phone. Meanwhile, I had spent hours letting my imagination run laps around my brain on the drive up.

By this point the energy was ridiculous.

The kind that turns a quiet truck cab into the loudest place in the world.

The kind that makes you forget the semi truck that launched rock pellets into your windshield leaving a permanent crack. None of it mattered in this energy.

Roadtrips are supposed to be about the journey.

But some destinations make it really hard to pay attention to the road.