Nemesis on the Harley: My Wild First Ride into Forbidden Heat
The beach dunes stretched under summer stars. My heart hammered like a trapped bird. I’d lied to him: Nemesis, not Ludivine. Josh, the biker, gunned the Harley again. Naked. Both of us. Skin prickling in the night wind. This was it—no turning back.
I’d spotted him at the jazz bar. Tall, built, sipping Jones Smith beer. Ignored me at first. Perfect. Months of abstinence had my body screaming. I slid onto the stool. Ordered Whitebread with flawless English. He turned. Josh. Harley owner. My pulse quickened. No games. ‘Do you want to go to bed with me?’ His eyes lit. No shock. Two minutes later, outside his Electra Glide shone.
The Approach
Helmet on. Straddled behind him. Thighs spread wide over roaring leather. Arms locked around his waist. Engine throbbed up my core. Vrrrrooom. City lights blurred. My pussy clenched, wet already. Vibrations hummed through my clit. I’d refused all touches before. Now? Forced to cling. Follow his leans. Wind whipped my short skirt. Juices soaked my panties. Heart racing—fear? Thrill? First Harley rush. Stopped at his house. He stripped. Right there. Invited me. Helmets inside. Naked on the beast. ‘I’ll take you on the beach.’ Engine growled. I mounted. Bare ass on saddle. Tits brushing his back. Cock hardening under my hand. Legs entwined. Neck kisses. Stars wheeled. Dunes ahead. No control left.
He killed the engine. Sand crunched. Lifted me off like I weighed nothing. Laid me down. Harley loomed guardian nearby. First touch: his mouth on mine. Tongue deep. I gasped. No pulling back. Cock long, silky skin. Guided my hand to sheath him. Slow suck—salty pre-cum. He flipped me. Finger in my ass. Thumb on clit. Pounded deep. Eyes locked on bike silhouette. Waves crashed. I screamed—open-mouthed orgasm. Walls pulsed around him. Beach salt on skin. He exploded down my throat. Swallowed every biker drop. Clumsy? No. Raw perfection. New world exploding.
The Instant
Three days blurred: daytime rides, learning throttle grip. Nights naked on dunes, fucking feral. But his words crept in. Love whispers. Like my ex’s betrayal. That flashy bitch stole him. Now Josh wanted biker babe me—jupe ras-du-cul, tits out. Cunlhat rally condition. Rage boiled. I’d played doll for shops. Learned his bike secrets. Hated his dominance. Punish him.
Dawn before rally. Fucked him drunk. Pushed Harley silent away. Keys turned. Roared free. Left slut clothes, note: ‘Nemesis.’ Vengeance pure. Heart iced again. Innocence? Shattered forever on that beach. Horizons glimpsed—then slammed shut. But damn, that first naked ride… haunts still.
