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“Auto-Erotica” (as promised)

1970 Chevelle, Joe's Ride

The night was scorching hot. He’d heard a song on the radio that made him think of her. It had been a while since they’d done anything wild together. It was going to happen tonight though.  Tonight, she was wanting; and he was in the mood for giving.

He opened the door, and walked outside. She sat waiting, and wanting. She was the sexiest thing on four wheels, and she was all his. He slid his fingers along her smooth hood as he approached the door. He knew exactly what she needed, and tonight he was going to give her all that she could handle. He opened the door and slipped inside. He felt the leather seat rubbing gently against his back. He pulled out his key, and slid it in. She began to purr from under her hood. The sound of it always excited him. He knew what was coming soon.

He was sweating already, so he slid the registers open, and felt her breath on his skin. It was warm at first, but after a few minutes, began to cool. His skin prickled as it did. He eased his foot onto the pedal and listed to her purr turn into a rumble. She was ready, and he was willing. As her cool breath continued to lick his skin, she began to drip underneath. It was almost time for action. He put his hand on the wheel, and could feel the gentle vibration of her motor beating like a heart. He revved the engine again to hear her rumble. He reached out a hand and found the radio volume knob. He rolled the knob between his fingers slightly, until he heard her begin to sing to him in Paul Stanley’s voice. “I’ve got a body built for sin, and an appetite for passion. I can see the road to ruin, and I’m looking for some action…” With that, he let her have what she’d been waiting for. He released the clutch, and hammered the pedal.  Her tires tore at the pavement in lust, her engine roared, and together they began to move.  He gripped the wheel tight in one hand, but kept the other on the shifter lightly, being careful not to force it. His heart began to thunder in his chest as the two of them charged down the road. He’d never pushed her  this hard before, but she didn’t seem to mind.  Ahead, there were curves that made his wonder how much she would be able to handle before losing control. He eased off the pedal, and he heard a low moan of disappointment. He hammered down again, and she responded immediately. When they got to the curves he held on tight, pulling her first one way, then the other.  Beneath him, he felt her writhe through the curves with the grace of an expert. Why wouldn’t she? She was built for this. They rode on together for a while, pushing each other harder and faster than the other thought was possible. Finally, he eased off of the pedal, and he listened as her wild heart slowed to a rumble, then again to a purr. He pulled back into the driveway, and turned the key. He sat still for minute, letting his own excitement fade, never taking his hand off the wheel. Finally, when he felt he could, he opened the door, and got out. He stood beside her for a few minutes, listening to the ticking of the engine as it cooled. She got what she was wanting tonight, and so had he. He slid his hand from her top, and down her hood slowly as he walked towards the house. When he reached the door of the house he turned and looked back. There was a small puddle under her, coming from the air conditioning condenser. She’d given what she’d taken tonight. There was no doubt about that. He smiled, and walked inside.

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4 Comments

  1. tinkadele says:

    I’m not sure that WordPress is prepared for the level of sexiness you just delivered. 😛

  2. Nice Joe. That was interesting. The title could not be more perfect

  3. […] I had extra time to work on my hair and go party with my friends and lived happily ever after with my car until I totaled […]

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