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Her First BDSM Experience
(Nicola Diaz)

"My goodness, you're a hungry man. Normally a man will do anything for a hummer."



"The hummer was nice. I look at it as the appetizer before the main course," Daryl said.



Their food came, and they ate in silence, the food was that good. Joan contemplated the man's intentions. She'd already crossed the line, and she wanted to know how the man was in bed as bad as he wanted to know how she was. 



"What next?" Joan asked as they finished their meal, drank coffee and chit-chatted about nothing.



"Next? I'm wondering if you're capable of handling a man like me. Blow jobs are tame and it's your turn. But the kind of sex I dish isn't your average tumble in the hay," Daryl said.



"Oh, so cryptic. I'm intrigued. Why don't you try me on for size? Pun intended," Joan said as she laced her arm through his as they exited the steak house.



Daryl led her to his Harley. Her body thumped with a real desire as she mounted the bitch seat behind him. The motor roared to life, the vibrations between her legs nearly sending her over the edge. She leaned forward. 



"How about we go to my place," she suggested.



He turned to her. "No, I prefer my place, if you don't mind," he said with a big grin. He revved the engine and took off. The exhilaration of riding on back of a Harley with a sexy man thrilled Joan. She wrapped her arms around the man, feeling his body flex each time he shifted gears. They wound through the streets and away from The Spoke. Fifteen minutes later he slowed in front of the river walk.