I read somewhere that one of the most common fantasies (in the top 10) among both men and women, is having sex with a stranger. And I have to admit, it is a common theme in my fantasies as well. There’s a certain allure to the sexy stranger and to throwing caution to the wind. Because in our daily lives, we do have to experience caution. We do have to be careful because there are a lot of bad people out there. But in our fantasies? We can do whatever we want and only the things we want to happen will actually happen.

One of my favorite stories from Inky Blue Allusions is Car Trouble (part 1). It’s about a rich girl whose car breaks down on the side of the road and the frustrated and horny mechanic that stops to help her out. Things get steamy when her Jag breaks down later that night and she gives him a call (good thing she had his home number, hey?).

Check out this exerpt from the story:

I popped the hood and even though I’d never been under the hood of a Jag before I could tell this wasn’t a big deal. I only needed a few minutes to get this engine purring again.

I jumped when the girl spoke up beside me.

“Looks like you know what you’re doing under there.”

I tried not to look at her as I continued to tinker with mechanics I’d already fixed. I knew if I looked at her I’d be hard in a second and Jessie had already done a fine job of giving me a good case of blue balls today.

“Ummm – ya. I reckon I know my way around under any hood.” Then I realized how though sounded and I hoped she wouldn’t freak out.

“Really? Well, I have some equipment under another hood that needs a good working over. Maybe you should give me your card.”

She was standing so close to me I could feel the heat from her sun soaked skin. I couldn’t resist a peek at her long lean legs beside me. Big mistake. Instant dick ache. It was going to take some serious draining tonight to ease this pain.

The car was fixed and I needed to get away from this little cock tease as soon as possible so I said, “Go start your engine. It should be fine.”

“How will I ever thank you?”

I wasn’t normally this brave with a chick as hot as this one but I figured, what the hell. No pain, no gain – and I was in a lot of pain. So, I pulled a McCormin’s card out of my back pocket and a pen from my shirt pocket and began to write my home number on the back.

“Well honey, if you really need someone to get under that hood and you’re still in town, give me a call and I’ll see what I can do about making that motor purr.”

Read the rest of the story here.