The Life on Mars Anonymous Pornfest
Please Note: I've declared the Pornfest over (as I can't be bothered to keep the prompt list up-to-date!) So any new prompts posted will be deleted. However, I do encourage you to post any anon fic in response to the existing prompts and comment on the lovely responses that we've already got
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It was love at first sight. The moment he saw her bronze curves glistening in the sunlight, Gene knew he had to have her.
It took a long, torturous week of negotiation. First with the bank manager, then with his wife and, finally, with the dealer. But the first time he slipped behind the steering wheel as her owner, well. It was one of those treasured moments, to be locked in the scrapbook of his mind along with the memories of the first girl he had seen naked and the first time he had sex.
He started this relationship slowly, running his hands over the steering wheel, the dashboard, the gearstick. Adjusting the seat and mirrors so everything was just right. Perfect. Just like the car. He took his time before, finally, pulling on his driving gloves and turning the ignition key. She started first time, the deep purr of her engine vibrating through the chassis, through the seat, setting his nerve endings alight in pure joy. Caressing the gearstick with his right hand, Gene pulled off the forecourt, waving a nonchalant goodbye to the dealer.
But he was anything but nonchalant. The unceasing throb of the engine travelled up his spine, reaching deep inside him, causing an indefinable ache in the pit of his stomach. The sound and smell of the car enveloped him, pulled him in, taking over his senses and instincts until he felt as he and the car were one. And, as he shifted into fourth gear, that melding became complete.
Gene was suddenly aware of hands caressing his body, running over his chest exactly like his hands gently running over the steering wheel. Rough material snagging at his skin in the same way that his gloves were rough. The touch just enough to be maddening. As he took hold of the gearstick and shifted down to third, a hand brushed his hardening cock.
He instinctively stamped on the break, jerking in his seat, and narrowly avoided being rear-ended by a following car. He tentatively reached out again, dragging a forefinger over the top of the gear stick and groaned aloud as he felt a corresponding fingertip caress the tip of his cock. He gazed in the rear-view mirror for a moment, fingers idly tapping and rubbing at the steering wheel, coincidentally corresponding to a particularly sensitive part of his body, before making a decision. Pulling back out into the road, he drove with purpose and with a clear sight for his destination.
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