OK, I know you're all thinking that I'm just
super hot for those
rough-riding Brits like Daniel Craig and Jason Stathan (pictured left), and of course, I plead guilty.
But what you may
not know is just how much I model my existence on the fine examples these boys demonstrate for me every time I fast-forward,
double-clutch and rewind.
So, with a special
red-lipped kiss blown to Frank Martin, the cool-headed and fast-driving hero of the Transporter (1,2 and 3) movies... allow me to pass along the latest epiphany he delivered right to my door.
Rules are sexy.
"What??" you may ask, "Since when is letting other people tell you what to do...
sexy?"
Who said anything about other people? I'm talking about the rules you create for yourself... the ones that let you forget about the world's expectations... and let you drive right to your goal.
In every Transporter film, Frank has to educate his ne'er-do-well clients that he operates by very strict rules... guidelines that allow him to navigate the sometimes
treacherous curves that underlie his mission to deliver the goods. No one is allowed to break those rules... not even him.
Of course, the movies being what they are-- it's not till someone tweaks the rules that the
action really gets started.
Lately I've been thinking that I wouldn't want to
live with a such bad boy-- but there's definite
pussy appeal in his passion to get the job done.
So what does all this have to do with your vixen Tabu? Or you?
Just one small wish from your
big-titted bitch. That I'll soon be opening my door to even more of these complicated, sexy boys who know that the best games are played when everyone follows the rules. Because when
fire in the belly meets cool-headed resolve, the results can rev any red-blooded girl's motors.
So if you like to play within- let's say "gentlemen's rules-" you'll find a very willing partner riding shotgun.
Wild, wicked, just-within-the-lines seduction. I've learned something from the movies.
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