Sitting fully clothed in my Toyota Aygo, I became completely addicted the moment that full keyring entered the ignition. The slow, seductive cranking sounds and the car’s stubborn resistance turned me on like nothing else. I lost myself turning the key over and over, playing with the jingling keys, switching the ignition, and teasing the gear lever as waves of frustration melted into pure arousal. Those long, close-ups of my hand and the ignition switch made everything so intensely erotic. When the engine finally roared to life I was throbbing — so I kept turning it off and restarting it, savoring every delicious victory.
