therainyday69

[COLOR=#a9a9a9][FONT=Times]Hi, I'm toying with the idea of starting a new line of adult literature involving people who are incredibly aroused by automobilia and mechanical things. Here's the first chapter in a book of short stories I'm working on.

Chapter 1 - Menage À Trucks

The mechanic eyed the Ford F100 thoughtfully. She was an old gal. The years had given their fair share of dents, scuffs, and stained chrome from many hard miles.
The mechanic found it sexy, knowing all those scars created a sexy patina of experience and showed this truck wasn't afraid to get a little dirty. Naughty, even. Just the type of partner he would need to bring out the adventurous side of the shy, young 2010 Chevy 1500 sitting in the next bay.
He ran his hand along the Chevy's rear fender, and it didn't shy away. Feeling encouraged, he gave a playful slap along it's tailgate with a grease covered palm. The metal sounded with an inviting, alluring hollow thud, beckoning the mechanic to continue with his advances.
Passionate heat radiated from her open grill as she grew more lustful, and the mechanic heard the soft sizzle of moisture as her liquids dripped onto her scorching exhaust. He liked it when he knew they were wet.
Striding to the lift to hoist the Chevy into the air and begin servicing her, the glint of the F100's headlights caught the mechanic's attention. Their eyes locked. The gleam in the reflective housings told him she liked to watch, and he continued to stare at her with confidence as he lifted the Chevy above him.
Making sure the F100 was still watching, the mechanic ran his fingertips along the bellhousing of the Chevy playfully. He could practically hear it moan in anticipation of what was to come. Grasping a wrench, he broke the drain plug loose. The Chevy shuddered in the exquisite balance of pleasure and pain. He gently massaged the plug the rest of the way loose. The mechanic reveled in the momentary sensation of hot, steamy trans fluid as it caressed his arm before splashing into the catch pan below. The fluid drained and drained until the truck was left with an dull ache, needing to be filled again. The need to be filled was almost too much. The mechanic could sense the Chevy's desire, and made her wait, still suspended above him, until it was maddening.
At last, she was lowered down and cool, clean trans fluid gushed into her fill spout. The fluid poured in, filling her. Satisfying her. The liquid swelled within her casing until the sensation was frightening. She thought she would burst. The mechanic was not new to this, and knew her limits by heart. He stopped.
The mechanic grabbed a towel, and cleaned up the mess. His eyes then turned to the F100. She had been patiently waiting like a good truck, and now it was her turn to receive.

Continued? [spoiler]Hopefully not.[/spoiler][/FONT][/COLOR]