By Paula Wescott
Your attendant recognises my unblemished voluptuous curves and quirks an eyebrow. It’s my fifth time this week but, like a moth to a flame, I cannot resist—I need your touch.
As soon as the barrier’s breached, I am wet. For six stationary minutes you teach me the meaning of passion. You shower me with limitless liquid love and whisper kisses across my quivering body.
I groan in pleasure at the sensuous texture of your silken brushstrokes mapping every trembling inch of me. My engine purrs and I exit, sated.
Tomorrow, I’ll be driven again to worship ‘The Car Wash King.’
Excellent :))
So good and so clever! What a great title, too! Well done!
A good story with superb misdirection.
Amazing writing. Keep your stories coming!
hahhahaa. so rude. so wonderful. thanks.
Nice vivid imagery… cars have feelings too… lol… well done…it captured my attention…
Superb:)
Excellent.
Yes! What a great piece!!
WONDERFUL!!! A title that is accurate – and so misleading at the same time!!! That is often a goal of mine too. I could not anticipate the persona was a car!
Great. Thanks.
dlh…
Going to the car wash will never be the same again after reading you piece!
Very exciting expression. How a car can become the mouthpiece of its owner. Well done Paula, what a groan!