Adam met the love of his life in an unusual way. You never know when or how love will strike you. Adam was a salesman in a classy car showroom. He had a love for the cars there that went a little beyond the ordinary, this passion making him the top salesman month after month. This was fortunate given what transpired one rainy weekend.
He’d always lusted after the kind of cars he sold, though he didn’t own one himself. Living only a short walk away he was waiting until he could afford the car he wanted to settle down with. There was little point in settling for second best. At thirty, he was fit enough to walk the mile to work briskly whatever the weather.
SHE was dappled with raindrops the day he met her. The moment he saw her, his heart was hers. He hadn’t a chance. He’d never seen one quite like her before. A new concept made by Lamborghini, she was a luscious mix of curves and sharp lines. Think of a stealth fighter, bought up to date and add some sensual curves in just the right place. She pulls your gaze to her body like a black hole sucks in the light. A deep dark grey gave her a menacing moody air.
Walking up to her, he strokes her making tracks through the droplets as he trails his fingertips over her fine paintwork. It’s all he can do not to kiss her at this point. He fancies that he feels a slight shudder in her, an awareness of him. Dismissing it as fantasy however he walks past and glances at her beautiful rear.
He stops, jaw dropping as he realises just how perfect she is. Two chrome pipes flow from the lower centre of her behind, each one styled like the exhaust sphincter on an F16 jet fighter. He fantasizes that they open and close, as they do look complete. He finds a need to adjust himself as he stares.
His manager explains to him that she is something called an Embolado, a demonstrator sent for sale directly from Lamborghini. Her price tag is near the half a million mark, however no-one at the garage realises just how well Adam had done with his selling over the years.
His home was a simple expanded garage affair he’d acquired years ago from his Dad. It was a borderline planning violation as it was basically an old triple garage somewhat expanded and upgraded to provide living quarters. At present he didn’t share it with a car. Being frugal, his savings were nearly two thirds of the Lamborghini’s cost.
He realised he had to have her, it wouldn’t take that many months to generate the extra cash. For now he kept silent, realising that he’d get his chance. As one of only three salespeople currently working at Hawthorn’s, he was sure he could keep her to himself. Little did he know that fate would step in just a bit sooner.
All day he couldn’t keep away from her. He could be found in idle moments simply gazing at her or finding reasons to wipe her beauty a little more clean. Over the following days he grew to know every single line of her alluring body. His hunger for her grew more and more each day. However, he didn’t make the first move.
When she did, it was all he could do to remain standing. It was late one evening and he was locking up. Working late gave him a chance to wander through the showroom, touching each car and fantasizing as he went. Never did he take his desires further. Being a gentleman, he wanted to wait until he had his own true love. Now he’d found her, he had to wait a little longer. At least that was his plan. Ah, the plans of mice and men.
She was sitting in the prime window display on that special evening. He’d came up behind her, just gazing misty eyed at her flawless form. Reaching out, he touched her spoiler as if to reassure her that he cared. Abruptly her V12 rumbled to life and her pipes flexed open and closed a little. Adam jumped back in shock. As if impatient she revved and backed into him just enough to touch him.
He backed off some more, not understanding how this was possible. Cars don’t drive themselves. He tried to look inside and see if one of his colleagues was playing a practical joke on him. Her cabin was empty. She reversed, chasing him slowly until he found himself trapped against a back wall.
Having no escape she was able to press against him. Adam became really scared, she could hurt him here. He couldn’t get his mind round to the idea that she might just want him. She pushed tighter against him as he rested his hands on her spoiler in an attempt to move her. V12 vs his arms, she won.
He still hadn’t worked out her intentions, still stuck at the stage where a car comes alive. She pulled forwards and revved in seeming frustration. He made to escape and risked losing his legs when she came back sharply onto him. Suddenly, a vague hope lit up his mind.
He dared not believe it, it was impossible, yet she hadn’t hurt him so far. He’d only ever lavished love and care on her since she got here. She was very new, very young, he couldn’t imagine where or why she’d understand this idea. Yet, perhaps it was the explanation after all. Having nothing to lose, he began to caress her spoiler and rear end. She responded with a purr, in time with his strokes and pulled away a little, giving him room.
He explored her some more, taking it real slow, not yet certain of what she really wanted. She became a little impatient again, revving and hunting as he worked his hands over her so slowly. He wanted to take his time, if it was a dream then he wanted to remember every detail. If it wasn’t, well, he still wanted to savour every sensation. As she sat there rumbling, she lifted on her hydraulics a little, as if offering herself to him. His eyes opened wide as her pipes did the same.
Each single pipe had the most erotic motion, the finely machined steel sphincters truly opened and closed in time to her engine. As he watched they moved a little faster as if impatient to be touched. He reached out and stroked each one, fascinated as it opened to his finger. Holding one open with a gentle probe he admired the delicacy of their operation. It stayed open, only lightly resisting his finger.
He grew hard as her warm exhaust smell rose around his body. Being so young and modern, there was no risk of suffocation from her magnificant engine. His longing for her grew stronger and his inhibitions began to fall…soon his trousers followed. Stripping off totally, warmed by her breath, he put his face to her pipes and began to slowly tongue each one out.
Moist, warm and totally enticing he couldn’t resist her any longer. He was ready, she was aching for him. He held onto her spoiler and pulled himself to the right hieght. At this, she thrust backwards, impaling herself onto his perfect sized cock. As the head disappeared into her pipe, the steel sphincter closed a little more firmly than before and he discovered that she was perfectly formed for him.
The sensation of hot Lamborghini wrapped around his cock drove him wild. She was silky smooth, ribbed and pulsating as he began to piston in and out of her delicate seeming pipe. The moisture from her engine served to hieghten each sensation, each motion making him gasp. She began to bounce a little, making him hold on to keep in time. She craved him more than he her if that was possible. Desperate in her need she bounced higher and harder forcing his cock deeper into her steel womb each time. He realised she was going to finish him way too fast at this rate, yet couldn’t slow her down, her desire overtaking everything else.
He timed his thrusts to her bounces and finally managed to settle into a rhythm that settled down to a slower less frantic pace, at least for a short time. Smoothly he pushed in and out, steel sphincters flexing in response sending electric tingles throughout his body each time they gripped him anew.
One hand on her spoiler helping him to stay in the right position to give her his best, he allowed his other hand to start exploring her rear end and other pipes. She was enjoying every touch, revving more and more at each caress. She began to get hot now, yet not too hot, just enough to send a rush of blood up his spine as her heat began to spread over his skin.
He reached under her and began to feel her bumper, the smoothness of her skirt as her bouncing became more urgent and she began to roar a little now, as if close to completion herself. Part of him still couldn’t believe what was happening to him, yet, his excitement overrode all other considerations. He began to ram into her harder and harder as she rose up and down faster and faster, jerking more and more quickly back and forth. It was getting harder and harder to keep up and stay in position. Her stamina was immense and he got the sense that she could go all night and beyond. He tried to kiss and lick her, yet this was impossible without being hurt by her increasing violent motions.
Suddenly, she arched higher, hydraulics hissing as her roar grew louder reaching her redline. As he moved to match her, he thrust in hard needing to feel her as she shivered and quivered, shuddered and shook in the throes of deepest ecstasy.
He realised she was cumming as her sphincter clamped down painfully hard on his throbbing cock…he could feel the ribbed surface inside contracting, pulling him almost painfully deeper and deeper into her mysterious insides…the pulsations grew ever more frantic and he rapidly reached a point where he could hold back no longer…she was going to make him explode deep inside her. As if she was desperate for his seed inside her body, she somehow managed to back him hard against the wall, pressing painfully into his body, craving for every last inch he had to give.
His mouth was crushed against her rear, bruising his lips as he tried to thrust a little deeper into her . Suddenly in absolute agony and rapturous joy he squirted masses of burning cum deep into her hot steel body…her orgasm quickening as she took his seed, the pulsations in her exhausts grew more and more urgent as if to esure his seed penetrated every part of her.
They froze in place, him holding her as she clasped his cock tightly with her steel embrace, her pulsing contracting finally begining to slow down now. She pulls away a little now, giving him space to lick and kiss her as he came down from his ecstacy.
Sweat pouring from him, puddling around him, he realised that she was getting unbearably hot now. He pulled out with a little difficulty as her pipe was still clamped tight, reluctant to release him.
She drove forwards and left him kneeling there, unable to move from exhaustion. Knees cramping as he finally began to lever himself up, he staggered to his discarded clothes and popped buttons trying to get them on. Eyes glazed, he didn’t know where he was as he staggered around trying to get himself straightened up.
He walked gingerly over to her, still in a state of intense shock as if realising what had just happened here. She sat there growling away content. He stroked her body as he walked to her nose. Sitting down at her front bumper, he looked at her enraptured by her beauty.
“What are you?” Adam asked her.
She gave him a gentle nudge in response. Kissing her nose, he just gazed adoringly. She had his heart now. Little did he know that she had more than that.
Silently he left her, still in a state of disbelieving trance yet feeling incredibly good. He didn’t want to leave her, yet he knew he’d only fall asleep if he stayed there with her, making things a little difficult to explain the following day.
He made his way home slowly, totally unable to think, walking as if still in a dream.
That night his dreams were of steel and chrome, gleaming glass and the smell of her exhaust. He didn’t shower that night, unwilling to lose any of her smell.
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Eleanor becomes aware for the second time, when HE touched her. Fire raced from his fingertips to her steel heart. She had no words, just feelings. Her memories are few, coming from the time when she first awoke. She remembered a kind voice, a soft touch now reawakened. She allowed a little of her Life to spark, making her body quiver in response to his touch. She is aware of his gaze tracing a path round her body like angel wings settling on her skin.
He leaves her there aware of the gentle falling rain settling on her skin. One memory comes back to her, of a man, older than Him. Father. As she sits there silent, her thoughts chase the hidden memories from the shadows. How she got here is a blank, yet His presence perhaps held the answer to her enigma.
Each day her Life got stronger, her need began to ache. Every time she sense him near, she had to resist chasing him. Daily he stroked her, polished her and made it harder to her to stay silent. Until one evening, her desire grew too great. She could see, perhaps not in the way you’d expect, she knew where he was however.
They were alone and He was locking up. She could feel His desire, like a miniture sun in her perception. He came to her, reached out and touched her. She tried to keep silent, to let him pass, but her nature took over. She HAD to have Him, inside her now…
Her Life escaped, waking her heart. Revving up, she backed into him, urgent with ardor. Somehow she had to make him understand her need, her ache…
To be continued…











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March 27, 2008 at 10:39 am
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May 25, 2008 at 9:42 am
Youneedhelp
my firend you should get a little help, you have a serous trouble. My, to write a tale of this kind reflects that you are cut from the rest of the world, you really should get help
May 25, 2008 at 10:48 am
Karnautrahl
Just for fun, I’m leaving the above comment up.
Why? Because someone who needs to publicly judge that I need help is probably projecting his/her own insecurities out into the world.
If you cannot function in the world, you need help. If you are threat because of your instability, you need help. If you are a fetishist who’s proclivities involve harming others then you need help. If you are suicidal because you can’t live with yourself or your deeds, you need help.
I don’t fit into these headings. If you want your judgement taken seriously, make sure you know the person you are diagnosing. Also make sure you have authority to do so.
I am far from cut from the rest of the world you are talking about. There are people I want to know and know well, friends I’ve yet to meet, and perhaps there are a few arseholes and dangerous folks out there too.
I was told once that 1/3 of the world would dislike you, 1/3 wouldn’t give a shit either way and 1/3 could like you. So far that seems about right.
Have a nice life
.
Oh btw, if you criticised the actual writing style, skill and structure of my story-I’d have appreciated constructive comments. As far as I’m concerned it’s not a well written piece at all
. Practice will make perfect.
May 25, 2008 at 4:58 pm
Qelqoth
So you think that what Karnautrahl does is abnormal. Fair enough, it’s bit odd to most of us but I’d like you to think about this for a second. Karnautrahl may well consider the missionary position among heterosexuals as abnormal.
Sure, what you do is odd to him and what he does is odd to you. But on that note, let’s say you had a weblog dedicated to heterosexuality. Would it be appropriate for Karnautrahl to turn up and flame you, simply for your choice of sexual orientation?
Didn’t think so .
Oh yeah. Check this out. Channel Five recently announced that they would be providing a two-part feature on this bizarre sexual act. Won’t this attract a new level of interest in Karnautrahl and his website? It’s not unlikely. After all, if it wasn’t for The Sun covering Karnautrahl’s sexual orientation, I doubt the interest would be there to begin with.
So then “Youneedhelp” – what prime time television shows have recently been focused on you and your respective sexual practises? Oh that’s right. None. Zero. Want to know why? Because boring, closed minded twats are generally not interesting. Fact.
May 27, 2008 at 1:11 am
Mechamaster
Firstly, “youneedhelp”, Don’t judge us. Why are you reading this anyway?
Ive been married to my voltswagon beetle, Brigitta, going on for 3 years. Do you have any ideas of what I can buy Brigitta for our anniversary? I was thinking leather interior (though more for me than her) im open to any ideas.
Please write back with some ideas
- Mechamaster
May 28, 2008 at 9:27 pm
allorrr
I’m literally watching the channel 5 program right now.
You guys would probably like it.
Each to his own, I suppose.
I don’t think it’s that bad to be honest.
I’d like to think I’d try it, except for the fact that when I was doing it I’d just think ‘I’ve got my cock in an exhaust’. Either that, or it’d roll back on me and crush me.
May 31, 2008 at 11:27 am
A normal human man.
No, you really do need help. You really do. Not even that, get a girlfriend, once you’ve lost your virginity you’ll realise what a state you are.
‘Mechamaster’ – buy your car anything, it’s a car, not a an animate object with taste or feeling. Fucking a car is one thing, but believing it is conscious is another.
Please get help, before you wake up an old man who, instead of pursuing a career, arts, love, has, in fact, been wanking on a car all his life.
What a sad state of affairs.
May 31, 2008 at 12:03 pm
MuscleCar
What are Brigitta’s Parents like?
May 31, 2008 at 12:27 pm
karnautrahl
Just because you feel that you are normal, you now have the authority to judge the entirety of my life because I have a fetish. Riight. Only a moron would take this view without finding out much more first. What if I went into boring detail about my life as a whole? Hobbies, interests, friends , career etc. I have a lot more in my life and my car fun is just one aspect. So get off your fucking judgemental high horse and look after your own life .
You have no idea about mine.
May 31, 2008 at 1:31 pm
A normal human man.
You fuck cars.
May 31, 2008 at 1:47 pm
karnautrahl
That’s all you have. The fact that I have a car fetish gives no-one any more rights than they had before. Get off your high horse idiot.
What is love? Love is a connection you have with another human being where you would probably die to save them. You never want to be without them and they you. It’s a two way street. Guess what, I DO know the difference. I have someone I love.
I don’t actually love my cars. I’m very very fond of them whilst I have them. I have some good memories and a couple of small regrets over a some others. I might be a bit sad to let one go, like my old Trans Am, Amy. I’d be really sad for a time if Marcus went too. However, what would I sacrifice for him? Hmm lets see, I’ve got repairs I keep meaning to do. There’s some money I should spend and I don’t. I guess I don’t sacrifice so much for him. I rarely wash him.
I love driving him, I enjoy sex with him. But because shockingly, I actually have a sense of reality-I don’t have a two way connection called love.
It’s called a fetish for a reason. It doesn’t imply love, it just implies a form of lust. Presence of said stimuli arouses sexual feelings. End of.
Most human beings have a few minor fetishes, sometimes quite powerful. Only in exceptional circumstances are these dysfunctional. Dysfunctional meaning they don’t function normally, incapable of relating to another human being or that they are dangerous. Dysfunctional would also imply that they cannot get sexually aroused WITHOUT said stimuli.
None of these apply to me.
So for the next normality freak to grace my pages, this is the last time I offer any particular response to useless criticism. You can have a go at someone who’s genuinely committing wrong. Save your energy.
Further critical bullshit will be deleted.
May 31, 2008 at 8:37 pm
A normal human man.
If I was an ‘idiot’, I would fuck cars.
Further, it is ‘all I have’ because calling you up on any other aspect of your life would be irrelevant. I don’t feel I personally attacked you in my original comment, if you re-read, it is clear that it is an amalgamated articulation of depressed disbelieve.
Naming cars, gendering cars and marrying cars is childlike fantasy, and contradicts your self-professed sense of reality.
You are fully aware that your fetish is not normal behavior, and of course, stems, like any other mental irregularity, from a disturbed subconscious. My point is simply, you may benefit from professional help.
I was ‘happy’ playing computer games all day before I got into sport in a big way, I was ‘happy’ watching porn before I became sexually active – you see my point?
‘Moron’ and ‘idiot’ aside, I commend your patient and well thought-out, if a little patronizing, replies. Anyway, I have too much to do, this is far too depressing – that, and I’ve got a bit of sick in my mouth.
June 1, 2008 at 1:49 am
karnautrahl
First, I am aware of the fantasy aspect of my fetish. It is what it is, fantasy. Most folks have at least a little fantasy in their sex life-even if its solely in their mind. Otherwise its likely they’d bore themselves. This fantasy life is hugely varied. The only time “help” is indicated is if said fantasy life causes problems.
As I’m happy with this aspect of myself, I would say you are incorrect about my “subconscious”, which by the way is only an explanatory model of the mind. The personality is an emergent entity created solely from ongoing activity in the brain (“ego”). The real self might in part be what you feel is the subconscious. In reality the real self is the sum of everything you have knowledge of pretty much.
I prefer the notion of one flexible, changeable consciousness. Thats a blog post to be.
I saw shrinks myself years ago, not for a “cure” (that does not exist-only chemical castration). No I was curious. Verdict of me as a whole? Fairly well balanced with an unusual fetish-Which is far from the sum of my sexual expression. No other counselling advised.
I have spent time studying modes of therapeutic intervention myself, for other reasons. Seen through the lenses of these models, my fetish had a natural-Non traumatic start and reason for it being there. I like cars a lot. I get to choose.
Since I may have such sex once in a while-its not overtook my life.
Since I have a full, “normal” relationship with another guy, real love, and a life-I do not accept in anyway that I need any help. I’d need to experience dysfunction, lack or compulsive obsession to decide different.
No-one likes condemnation or judgement and all too often folks with sexual differences from the norm have to receive it. Sex is for several purposes-one being procreation, another for pleasure and so on. There are plenty of reasons. Not choosing some of these options is just a choice.
My mechaphilia has no particular meaning. Its just one form of pleasure. I’m not changing that for the sake of public opinion.
Btw, The whole human race is mentally irregulat, in many ways. Normal is like perfection-its an illusion and does not exist.
June 1, 2008 at 2:05 am
karnautrahl
Btw, I would not conceive of marrying a car….
I would rather have the quality of relationships and life I have now, than become “normal” and live more conventionally. We just don’t need to fight.
Context. All important. Fix things that don’t work in context. My life works very well. Good night.
June 4, 2008 at 12:17 pm
Qelqoth
@A Normal Human Man
I visit this site occasionally but I am not a mechaphile. I’m just a heterosexual male, much like you are and the only difference between us is that I like to keep an open mind, believing that everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
Your opinion states that it is not normal for Karnautrahl (and/or any other human being) to have sex or write about having sex with a machine. You have also stated that the machine is not a living sentient being and therefore, this is also not normal. Fair enough.
But let’s look at this in yet another context by giving you a very basic scenario to work with. A human husband and wife enjoy a healthy sexual relationship with one another. Both agree that it is perfectly normal for them to enjoy each other’s bodies in an emotional and physical context. However, the husband comes home one day to find wife touching herself with a dildo. Does he:
a) Thinks to himself that she’s not hurting anyone and if it makes her happy, let her get on with it. Or;
b) Go completely postal, slaughtering his wife because god forbid, she decided to get off using an inanimate object.
“Normal” people would choose ‘A’ and despite Karnautrahl having different sexual preferences to us, I’m sure that he would agree with me there. So “A normal human man”…did you like that quiz? I hope so because here is another to rack your brains over.
Now this one will really shed some light on the sort of persons here who actually need help. It’s another one of those hypothetical scenarios again – man has sex with a machine. But is the machine:
a) A child/minor incapable of offering consent and capable of feeling pain?
b) An animal incapable of offering consent and capable of feeling pain?
c) Another sentient being incapable of offering consent and capable of feeling pain?
d) A machine that is incapable of offering consent and is also incapable of feeling pain?
I think we can all agree that the answer to that is ‘D’. You stated above that you watch porn. I interpret that with yourself using digital equipment to play movies and/or the use of magazine publications. Sure, you don’t shaft your DVD player but you’ll need it to get off, right? You may lay a stripe down on your favourite centrefold but she’s not physically there, right?
So how is that any different to a man wanking over a car, a woman getting off on a dildo or someone using another inanimate object as a means of getting themselves off?
Fact is that there is no difference and until Karnautrahl decides to go around raping babies or animals, then he’s not guilty of anything. Well, with exception to having a very odd relationship with a machine although since as this doesn’t harm anyone, what’s the fucking problem?
June 4, 2008 at 1:11 pm
karnautrahl
Thank you Qelqoth.
I couldn’t have put it better. There is nothing to disagree with on your summary
.
I use the harm/consent criteria whenever I meet up with other unusual fetishes and practices. If these criteria are not violated, I have no business with criticism of them.
Thank you again.
June 19, 2008 at 5:19 am
Nonaligned
Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation
Anyway … nice blog to visit.
cheers, Nonaligned.
July 14, 2008 at 5:35 pm
Chele
People all over have different fetishes. Nobody can judge anyone else. You guys like cars, other people enjoy fecal matter, others enjoy being tied up. To each their own. People need to learn to mind their own business. What you do with your life is your business. Have fun with you fetish
July 14, 2008 at 5:36 pm
Chele
People all over have different fetishes. Nobody can judge anyone else. You guys like cars, other people enjoy fecal matter, others enjoy being tied up. To each their own. People need to learn to mind their own business. What you do with your life is your business. Have fun with you fetish
September 19, 2008 at 6:01 am
Reason
Some of you people need to back off. He’s plainly using the cars as sex toys. Big deal. As for the genderizing and naming.. well alot of people have an affinity for their vehicles, it’s really not uncommon for people to give their cars a gender and name. Sea Captains do the same thing for their ships, and it is highly respected when they choose to sink with them, at one point it was expected and shameful not to. Why is it ok for someone to die with a boat and not ok for some guy to stick his dick in a tail pipe. Personally I think you’re the ones who are fucked getting all worked up about something so stupid.
September 19, 2008 at 6:32 am
Karnautrahl
Thank you Reason.
My bottom line for sexually deviant interests is simply that of harm-others or to the self. Taking the DSM-IV point of view-If a paraphilia isn’t compulsive to the point of causing distress, social dysfunction, legal issues or similar-then its NOT a problem.
There’s never been a “moral correctness” in being a straight vanilla man or woman. It just happens to be a majority lifestyle. Nothing less, nothing more.
Judgement of another’s life is only really a personal opinion…everyone has got them I guess-however that opinion counts for nothing in the scheme of things. THe only time this changes is when this judgement is of the legal type due to acts of illegality or similar.
A guy did get arrested, having “sex” with a Toyota…because it wasn’t his Toyota AND it was in public. So the issue was public lewdity and perhaps criminal damage. LOL. OH and drunk + disorderly.
February 1, 2009 at 8:35 am
carfucker
I like it when my Toyota cums on my face. I finish off by shitting all over it and cumming on the dash board.
September 10, 2009 at 1:13 pm
sandrar
Hi! I was surfing and found your blog post… nice! I love your blog.
Cheers! Sandra. R.
April 17, 2010 at 9:11 pm
Bill Abong
Slightly off topic perhaps, but a plea for you to consider the ethics of purchasing wetsuits. Do try and think about, for example, the things the product is manufactured with, the human rights of the employees where they’re made and the green credentials of retailers. And try to recycle rather than throwing away. Thanks!!!!
April 17, 2010 at 9:47 pm
Karnautrahl
Hi Bill
What relevence is the wetsuits comment? I don’t see it, and not sure why I should here.
May 8, 2010 at 10:43 pm
Qelqoth
Hey bud. Just letting you that my old website is pretty much dead now. Hope all is well.
July 18, 2010 at 12:00 am
Das Ding
Dont give a shit on this fucking comments, “people” like “a normal man” posts.
Thier have absolutely NO idea about this livestyle. ther just ignorant and intolerrant bastards.
To all the “normalos”:
UUUhuuu to much bad words?
It makes me sick how you tell us your hate against us.
Why cant you simply shut up and let us be?
Please get help, before you wake up an old man who, instead of pursuing a career, arts, love, has, in fact, been wanking on a car all his life.
No you realy have NO fucking Idea!
July 18, 2010 at 1:50 am
Adrinator
WoooooW!
What a unbelievable great story!
Good work man! Good work!
July 18, 2010 at 3:24 pm
Edward
Cars and aircraft are such beautiful machines. They need love too.
Keeping a good perspective parallel with life and fantasy is productive
in any degree. Holding a sensuous automobile in your arms, kissing it,
and yes, having an orgasm with the car is a wonderful thing. I have
done so all my life. I function better than most folks in “real life”.
Edward, Vanilla and Ginger.