The Most Stimulating Erotic Sex Stories (4 in 1) by Jenna Ann

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Over 40 Short Stories

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Excerpt from The Most Stimulating Erotic Sex Stories © Copyright 2024 Jenna Ann

It was hard to explain to anybody. Nobody could possibly know the thrill of the ultimate high when that next jump sent you into the stratosphere. That indescribable rush had grabbed hold of me from an early age. It was simply addictive, with no other feeling like it in the world.

“Take it slow on the next turn. You want to get a feel for the course,” I advised through the microphone attached to my blazing red helmet.

“I don't know how you talked me into this,” Drake answered, his voice in a higher register than usual.

“I can't believe you have never done this before,” I replied with a glance over my shoulder, seeing that he was coming up from behind.

“I'm not an extreme sports junkie. I love to watch it, but I’ve never participated,” he mentioned in a whisper, and then squealed like a little girl when his wheels came off the ground.

“Keep it steady,” I said as a crackle from his microphone gave me cause for concern.

He was my biggest fan to date. He had arranged to take control of my fan page. Everything went through him. The man was a genius with a computer, but he wasn't some insane stalker looking for attention.

That was what I had been worried about, but I quickly found out that he had a heart of gold. He volunteered at the old folk’s home and even performed magic for their entertainment. It was cheesy and a little predictable, but his audience was very appreciative.

“I know you’ve been preparing me for this for the past couple of months. We've gone over everything. I've trained religiously by your side. But I feel like a virgin touched for the very first time,” he snickered with the reference to one of his favorite pop icons.

I was temporarily speechless.

The mud was flying from my tires spinning. The knobs were gaining traction and I was covered from head to toe with dirt clinging to my uniform. My sponsor's name on the back of my jacket was obscured.

“I think that's enough for today. We don't want to overwhelm you the first time out.” I pulled back on the throttle to give the bike a little bit more gasoline.

I jumped ahead a few yards to think about his last statement. He couldn't possibly know and be making fun at my expense. That would be a cruel and unusual punishment. It wasn't like I went around and advertised my deepest and darkest secret.

Flirting was one thing, and I was very good at keeping a man interested. It was usually done in the safety of a darkened room with a few beers to loosen up my tongue. Things got hot and heavy but then I would disappear into the bathroom, where I would shimmy out of the small window.

I remembered the stolen moments. The way they touched me and how close they came to unlocking the treasure chest of my pleasure. But there were too many horror stories going around about high school girls getting pregnant and ruining the rest of their lives.

My mother taught me to give a man those pleasing sensations without giving away the milk. Those were her words and not mine. She was no longer around. Her dying from an aneurysm was sudden and had made me take my anger out on the motorcycle that my uncle had got me for my birthday.

“Tiffany… Tiffany…” a little voice whispered.

I turned at the last second and skidded to a stop, the mud caked to my boots. He was having trouble and had reached out to me for some sort of guidance.

There was definitely something wrong. His wheel was wobbling as he tried to straighten out. It was damaged beyond repair, at least until I could get it into the shop to take a closer look. He had slowed down considerably but was still in danger of the motorcycle coming down on top of him.

The tires spun as I attempted to reach him. He looked shaky and afraid, his complexion turning white. It was time to take the training wheels off, but he had been depending on me to show him the ropes and I had been temporarily distracted.

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