Erotic Dangerous Sex: The Ride Of Your Life ♕

Sex gets your blood pumping

Every part of you lights up. Tingling sensations. Me. I have always been a fan of erotic, dangerous sex. It gets my blood pumping. It may be fun to have vanilla sex, but when you add danger to it. Well, it adds a whole new level of excitement. Personally, the danger is something I live for. Josh and I had been dating for about three months when I asked him to step out of his comfort zone and see if he would be willing to do it. “Anything for you, honey.”

I asked because, up until now, he was pretty mundane about sex. Sticking to the bed and only occasionally doing anything other than missionary. Smiling wickedly at him, I walked him to the garage and opened the door. Walking around the car, I approached a covered vehicle. Pulling off the cover, I revealed my absolute favorite ride. 1976 Chopped Harley Davidson with a shovelhead engine, 82 cubic inch, 1343 cc, leather saddle bags, leather seat, chrome. Just looking at this bike got me excited.

Raising his eyebrows, he looked at me. “On the bike?”

“Not baby. Get on behind me. We will take a ride to get my pussy nice and wet. The sex will be on a cliff.” Not for nothing would I jeopardize my ride. Anyone who has ever owned a masterpiece knows this. Roaring to life, I smiled. Feeling the vibrations start pumping through me. I revved the engine as he got behind me.

Time For Some Erotic, Dangerous Sex

I was leaving the city on the highway, gunning it on the road, shifting quickly. The wind whips my hair behind me. I was free. I loved the feeling the bike gave me and savoring it. Take the dirt road to my favorite spot, maneuvering around the bends. Gripping tight, Josh hanging on tight, pressed against my back.

Arriving, I shut off my motorcycle. I was gathering myself before getting off. Walking over the grass, I looked at the scenery. The cool breeze was refreshing. Josh tagged along behind me. The edge of the cliff dropped down to the ocean. I could tell that he was nervous about being so close to the edge. Pulling him close, I kissed him slowly. Tongue darting into his mouth. My heart raced from the ride. Pussy soaking wet from the vibrations. Horny as fuck. His thick hard cock was pressing into my abdomen. Hands are moving down to unbuckle his pants, cock springing free. Josh pulled away to yank my shirt up over my hands.

Fear was gone. Passion ruled.

Our clothes were shed quickly. My mouth moved down my throat. Nipping and biting my neck and tits as he lifted me against his turgid cock. The wind pushed at us as he laid me down on the grass and shoulders and headed off the cliff’s edge. He wrapped my legs around his waist as he drove into me hard and swiftly. Meeting him moved us closer and closer to our climax. He was thrusting hard, pushing me over the cliff’s edge a little more with each thrust, and rolling him onto his back to stay on the cliff’s edge, holding him tight inside me.

I brought him to a sitting position with my legs around him. Knowing we were close to the edge and cumming I rode him hard and fast. Feeling him cum in my soaking wet pussy. Throwing my head back, I screamed out as he shouted. Cum filling my soaked pussy. Falling back, I pulled him away from the edge to land on the ground beside me. “Now, that was fun. Want to do it again?” I panted.