Makin' out in cars is something we have all done as teenagers. The heat and the intensity of forbidden touches in a parked car can not be equaled by any love making session in bed. The fogged up windows, the desperate need for more room to do all the things you body and hormones are pushing you to do. The passionate kisses filled with white hot heat, teeth clinking together as tongues entwine in the heat of mingled breath. Clothes feel as if they are strangling you. Hot flesh begging to be touched, encased in material. The exotic feelings of danger all around as your eyes scan the empty parking lot for shadows. The heat increases with every sensual exhale of breath, infected with lust. Clothing becomes too much, buttons come undone. Feeling intoxicated from breathing the sexually charged, lust infected air, hands wander. Moisture felt. Lighting flashes through the sky as a bolt of carnal need surges through you. Want has become need. A need to feel, to touch, to taste...To have. Mind numb to all reality as we dream. We take. We have. Exotic body rocking waves of pleasure crash over you as lines are crossed, rules broken. Lust rains down upon you. The tick of the clock louder and louder as the need for more devours you...

The feelings of lust still burning white hot the next morning as you replay every delicious minute over and over in your head...The feel...The taste...The heat...The lust...The mind numbing need.