Night on Wheels The asphalt shone under the city lights as I drove aimlessly. The night was warm, and the wind came in through the open window, ruffling my hair and raising goosebumps on my exposed skin. I didn’t want to go home yet. I wanted to feel more—more of the night, more of the freedom, more of myself. I parked at a deserted overlook, where the city lights spread like fallen stars. The silence there contrasted with the agitation inside me. I leaned back in the seat, feeling the cold leather under my thighs, the engine still vibrating gently beneath me. My hands slid slowly over the warm skin, experiencing each touch with a provocative calm. The sensation of being there, out in the open, surrounded only by the endless sky and the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, made me sigh deeper. I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the game. The heat rose, spreading like electricity through every part of my body. My breathing became thicker, and I bit my lips to contain the sounds that threatened to escape. The danger of someone appearing made everything more intense, more irresistible. Each touch took me further away, until the world around me disappeared completely. There was only the moment, the desire, the inevitable explosion that made me shudder against the seat. When I opened my eyes, the city still shone in the distance, oblivious to what had just happened. I smiled to myself, feeling the sweet taste of satisfaction. I started the car again, ready to continue on my journey—but in no rush to reach my destination. #blonde