No

The mechanic looked at me, puzzlement in his eyes. How could he possibly guess what was going on inside me, the levee broken, lust flooding me, and rising fast?

Somehow I got behind the wheel, heat raging, hands shaking, and **** a smile at the mechanic one last time.

“Thanks,” I managed, voice thin. “For the battery.”

He waved, utterly unaware of my predicament, and I pulled out onto the road. Somehow the heat didn’t diminish, the roar became louder and closer, the heat almost unbearable. I needed to cool down, to distract myself, to put some distance between myself and the glowing heat.

I turned the radio on.

The car speakers filled with an oldie from the sixties. A guy crooning. I barely listened, focused on the road, on breathing slowly, on not letting my thighs clamp together. Everything was alright. Nothing embarrassing had happened. I just needed to drive the remaining twenty miles home, that was all.

Then the chorus came in, clear and cruel:

“Plea-hea-hease… Release me…”

My body exploded before my mind could react. The word skipped my ears and gushed right into my nerves, detonating straight into my core. A full, wrenching orgasm crashed over me without warning, without mercy. My hips bucked against the seat, my toes curled inside my shoes, and hot liquid surged between my legs. I gasped, eyes snapping shut for a fraction of a second, then tore them back open in panic.

The car veered to the right.

I grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles white, but my body still pulsed in waves, my thighs clenching around nothing, my pelvis arching despite the seatbelt cutting into my chest. Breath came in short, ragged bursts.

I tried to regain some sort of control, whispering, “Just… hold… it…”

I couldn’t. The outside world blurred into streaks of green and gray. The steering wheel pulled left, then jerked back under my trembling fingers.

Too late.

The front passenger side of the car slammed into a tree, metal crumpling with a sickening crunch. The airbag burst in my face, knocking the last warmth out of my body and leaving me in sudden, cold silence.

I looked around. I wasn’t seriously injured, but my forehead had slammed into the wheel and my arm was bent in a way it wasn’t supposed to. An aching headache developed quickly, and I felt a drip of blood running down across my eyebrow.

The car was a ruin, weird shapes of twisted metal pushed out from the wreck in grotesque angles, a column of smoke coming from the front. I tried to move, then realized my legs were squeezed and trapped under the dashboard by some kind of wreckage. I didn’t trust that smoke. I had to get out of here. Fast.

Somehow, the radio had survived it all. The song was still playing, as if it had been frozen in time. The singer was coming to the next chorus. I knew what was coming this time, but there was nothing I could do about it.

“So release me, and let me love again …”