The Secret Journey by Paul Christian

Author:Paul Christian
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotic, erotica, domination, bondage, sex slave, sado masochism, 50 shades of gray
Publisher: Melange Books, LLC

Bike Girl

Leather, heavy and black, zipped on like a second skin. It makes me wet just to smell it. Boots on, gloves on, my hair tied back and then helmet on. I mount up, start up, feel the vibration in my crotch, steady, insistent. Hit the gas, pop the clutch and I’m riding, Harley hot, rolling past the stop signs on my quiet suburban street, past my disapproving neighbours, past the oversized houses on undersized lots, the mass-market McMansions that crowd my executive ghetto. Every one is a unique design, exclusive, builder customized to buyer specifications. Every one is exactly the same with its manicured lawn and cathedral entrance and designer-styled kitchen.

I cruise past the grandiose clubhouse of the golf course that narrowly squiggles its way through everyone’s back yard so everyone can claim to have a golf course lot. It spills pretentious music into the street, and I cut too close to a grey haired foursome crossing the street to whatever dinner party is being held there tonight. They jump, and I smirk behind my facemask at their blurred annoyance. Fuck them, smug, safe, pretentious post-love-child yuppie sellouts. I don’t stop at the stop sign, just slow enough to clear left and right and then punch it, out onto the main drag, from nearly zero to way-too-fast in too few seconds to count. My heart rate spikes with the tach, the engine screams and the wind roars as the speedometer races from warning to fine to vehicular homicide. I take her down the yellow line, away from the subdivision, away from prestige and position and status and into the gathering darkness.

They’d ban me if they could, that smug foursome and my neighbours and the rest of my snobby little world. They’d pen a covenant to deny the ownership of motorcycles in our tight-assed little might-as-well-be-gated community. Only they never thought of tuned headers and dual carbs and the sweet rumble-roar of two hundred hard-ridden Harley horses, and whoever drew up the original rules wasn’t as smart as I am. They aren’t going to make any changes that I choose to oppose, the clauses don’t allow it. I fight dirty and I always win, and I can feel myself become a creature of the night as the big, round moon breaks over the horizon. It’s a werewolf-worthy transformation, power-suited power lawyer to black leather biker bitch, and my blood is boiling with the change. My fertility peaks when the moon is full, and fuck I’m so horny I could rip a man’s throat out for access to his cock.

I jump into the other lane to blow past a sensibly driven Volvo and feel the rush of speed. I’m naked under the tight, restraining leather, with the engine throbbing against my clit while my nipples rub on my jacket, rigid hard. I’m a machine-melded sex-goddess, as steamy as the Amazon and twice as hot. Already my womb is pulsing in anticipation of power-driven climax, the real reason for my ride.

Oh yes,

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