I knew I was in the wrong bar in the wrong part of town.
I didn't care. My need for the body of another man was growing more and more intense. It was no longer just curiosity. Curiosity is what made me want to feel a man inside me for the first time, but it was something much stronger that had me parked outside this bikers' bar tonight. I didn't belong here with my expensive loafers and hair gel, but the deep throated rumble of that bike as he turned the corner? No, I didn't care if I didn't belong.
His tight shirt clung to his body. His chaps kept my eyes glued to that perfectly outlined package. Oh yeah, I wasn't just curious. I knew what would happen when I walked into that bar...at least I thought I did. I can tell you right now, I didn't think I'd be pinned to the pool table.
Am I really ready for my first time to be a rough, hard ride?
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