Classy Taylor is a bisexual who spends her free time poolside and at the beach. She enjoys eating out in restaurants and going to the movies. She has several favorite actors whom she ranks from most handsome to even more handsome. She is also very fond of motorsports and of riding in fast cars. She admits she has a thing for powerful engines of all types, and for watching things go fast... when she’s not going fast herself.
“You could call me a fast girl,” she says, laughing. “When I see a fast car, when I hear the roar of a powerful motor, it speaks to me. I feel that vibration deep inside me and I just start to get turned on. It could be a car that I’m riding in. It could be a car that is thundering past me. Whichever it is, I really like it. I like the sound, I like the smell of the exhaust. I want to in that car or on it, riding as a passenger or draped across the hood in just heels and a bikini. Engines and cars, power and speed, and the men who drive them... these are all things that I enjoy and, if you give me the chance, I’ll always go for the hot and fast car over any other choice. I once met a guy at one of those street races, you know, where everybody puts their cars in a line, and they all turn on their headlights to light the way, like a runway of sorts. And then the two hottest cars you’ve ever seen, this incredible muscle machines, pulled up to the stop line, getting ready to power their way down that road. Some of the spectators blocked the side streets. It was really late at night, so there was probably almost nobody out there, and we didn’t think there would be any cops. We didn’t think there would be, is the key thing. So the race starts, and these guys are burning rubber, really putting out these great clouds of smoke. I could feel the noise and feel the vibration at the center of my body. I was so turned on. It was such a rush. So they’re racing along, right, and at the last possible minute, the car that’s winning slams on its breaks, pulls one of those fancy backing up maneuvers like you see in action movies, and comes roaring back. The driver was really close to me. He almost hit me with his mirror, and he noticed, so he stopped as suddenly as he could. He threw open the door and invited me in. I didn’t know what was going on, or why he had done what he did, until I heard the sirens. Then I knew. The cops were coming from the other direction, and he had seen them and was high-tailing it out of there. I jumped in his car and he eventually got us back to his place. By then, we were starting to get to know each other. And he really, really had a nice, fast car. It was something else, I can tell you. That is one of my favorite little adventures.”
Whenever she’s not riding in hot cars and evading the police, Taylor is spending her time in a bathing suit. “I have a collection of incredibly hot bikinis,” she says. “As I’ve built up the collection, I’ve worked on getting them smaller and smaller. There’s no question that the smaller the bikini, the smaller the tan line, right? So I make sure to minimize my tan lines as much as possible. If I have the chance, I got to the beach. If I can’t get to the beach, I find the nearest pool that’s outdoors, when the weather is nice. And if I absolutely have to, I’ll settle for an indoor pool. But when I go there, there’s something I want, something I’ve got to do. I admit, it sounds kind of childish. I really enjoy it anyway. It’s something I do just for me. I will put on the tiniest, skimpiest, littlest bikini I can, something barely covers my goods, and I’ll lie around by the side of the pool or on a blanket on the sand. If I can tan, that’s what I’ll do. But what I want is for as many men to see me there as possible. I’ll play it cool. I will pretend I don’t see them seeing me. You know, that I don’t notice their attention? But it is their attention that I crave. I want their eyes on me. I want to feel their gaze traveling up and down my body, over my legs, over my rear end, across every inch of skin I’m showing off for them. I want to know that they’re turned on by what they see. This, to me, is the greatest thing about being an attractive woman, being able to engage a man’s attention from a distance, even against his will. The smaller my bathing suit, the more incredibly turned on he’s going to be. He can’t help it. It’s just how he’s wired. He couldn’t not be turned on any more than I can just not be hot with a body like this. So as I lie there, as I lounge around, he’s checking me out. And if I’m tanning in the sun, that’s even better. I’ll take out my suntan lotion and I’ll start rubbing it on my legs and across my stomach. I’ll give him a lot to think about. I’ll give him a private show unlike anything he’s ever had... and if he seems like a nice enough guy, I’ll even offer to let him put the lotion on. Nobody’s turned me down yet when I offer them a chance to help oil me up. That’s one of the greatest offer you can make to a man. Every man leaves the house hoping for a sexy moment like that.”