High Octane Love

I knew it was over the moment he jumped down into the dirt with nothing but boots on. The way he dashed up the ramp with ease, his manhood flopping all around, and raised his arms in victory as the monster truck hit the ramp at full throttle. Standing there in all his naked glory, the monster truck flying twenty feet overhead, the crowd going nuts, I knew our love would be so full of white-hot passion that it would burn out in a single night and I didn’t care.

Flames that intense weren’t meant to last long.