Wild Ride

"It’s not the destination, it’s the journey."

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We’re on this journey together, knowing where it leads. I was clear about our destination from the outset. 

Our eyes meet in the mirror. I spread my legs for him, and slide one hand up my stockinged thigh. Teasing. His grin dares me – more. My skirt rides higher. Fingers pushing aside my soaked panties, I give us what we both want. 

This is not a moment for slow … so close. End in sight. Fingers moving faster, gasping, tensing, releasing. I’m where I need to be. Perfect timing. 

“That’s £8.50, love.”

I pay contactless and exit the cab.

Published 3 years ago

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