Her breath was pensive as her hand slid across the stick, rushing blood though her brain and chest. She wanted it, needed it. Then the lock clicked and pulled her tightly against the seat. One click at a time, 100,000lbs of power purred awake, daring her to master it. Biting her lip in anticipation, she teased her new ivory FULLBACK into the morning air, letting the morning sun paint a smile to her flushed cheeks.
“Cipher, Vixen. I think I’m kicking you out of bed. Sorry, love.”
His laughter echoed across the radio, “Good luck with that, you know I’ll always be in your sky.”
Well, the format has changed, but the prompts have stayed the same. Looks like I need to keep in touch with the 100WC like I used to.
I hope you all enjoy.