Desire

Taylor’s hand stroked the fender with a gentle, loving caress. The car, with sleek lines and curves like a woman’s body, sat low and lean in the showroom. An almost sexual longing stirred within him.

This Porsche Carrera GT, so beautiful, luxurious and powerful, wanted him also; he knew this to be true. He cupped the smooth body, tilting his head, considering the sticker adhered to the window. She was fast and tight, with six-speed manual transmission, redlining at 8400 rpm and a top speed of just over 300 mph.

He turned away, sighing, his desires unfulfilled. Maybe someday.

This post was inspired by velvetverbosity.com 100 word challenge: “sleek”

About Fran Hart

Disciple of Christ, earning a living as the director of US-based operations for a Taiwanese company, managing an engineering organization while carving out time to write. Wife, Mother, Grandmother.
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3 Responses to Desire

  1. Tara R. says:

    I'm sure there are these clandestine affairs going on in various automobile showrooms the world over. Wonderful descriptions.

  2. Karin says:

    Wonderful descriptions. I agree with Tara. There's probably not a luxury car dealership around that hasn't served asa setting for this story!

  3. barbara says:

    I suddenly feel the need to smoke.

    all kidding aside (I don't smoke and never have) – well done, this piece. 🙂