Auto erotica

You grab the keys for your new fiery red Testerossa. Being Bruce Maddox had its perks you concede as you strode across to the large garage housing his classic car collection. So many incredible vehicles. You slipped into the sleek red Ferrari, the leather racing seat perfectly moulding to your perfectly rounded ass. Yeah. Perfection. If you were a guy you’d have all the tit’s and ass you could ever want. As a girl it was ironically the same thing. You grinned in amusement. This car was awesome!

You found a pair of expensive aviator sunglasses in the glove box and put them on and thrust the key into the ignition, twisting as you worked the clutch and accelerator.

The engine revved to life, the sound of raw power resonating through the seat and into your body. Your hand rested on the gear shift which vibrated almost sexually. You briefly had a mental image of yourself, panties around your ankles, squatting above the bulbous and ridged length of the gear shift m, sliding it against your clit, working it in circles that pushed your hood about deliciously, rubbing your dripping hot lips along it and then lowering yourself onto the gently throbbing and subsonically vibrating leather shaft, your lips parting and the overwhelming throbbing sensation filling your uterus. It was like sex and you realised you’d found a new sex kink. Mechanophilia! Autoerotica?

Yeah, you can’t help but feel a thrill as you ease the car out of the garage. The Ferrari feels like a barely tamed beast, all power and speed waiting to be unleashed. You’ve played the game on the other side of the screen but experiencing it for real as Bree, adds a whole new level of intensity to everything.

As you drive the fantasy returns. Insistent. You see a quiet deserted road. You could pull aside and indulge your little fantasy. You kindof want too.