"I wonder what kind of kinks she's into" he thought as he wiped the condensation off the mirror. The bathroom became muggy due to the intense heat from the shower. He places on hand on the wall near the mirror. Maybe something like bondage, possibly being dominated, or even forced orgasms as the thoughts continued to race through his mind. He looks down and picks up a bottle of shaving gel and applies a thick coat upon his face. He then begins to shave, but with every stoke of the razor came in more sick and naughty thoughts. Perhaps she's into something more extreme like anal, or hardcore role playing. All of these dirty images going through his head began to rush blood to his already semi hard cock. More and more it grew until it was fully erect (eight and a half inches long, with a four inch girth). He looks down and notices how hard he is and wonders "How can just thinking about her get me this excited?" He then realizes how silly he sounds and begins to place aftershave on his now clean face. He grabs a wooden comb and styles his dark brown hair until it is slid back. He then exits the bathroom (still a bit soaked from the heat) and moves toward the dresser. Removing a pair of light brown pants, a white t shirt, a red plaid long sleeve, and a pair of black socks. Once he was dressed he reached under the bed and pulled out a pair of dark brown shoes. He looks again under the bed to make sure all the essentials are there for the weekend. A pair of handcuffs, some rope for bondage play, a paddle and a small whip, a box of natural message oil, a small box containing three red candles for wax play, and a third box with a penis sleeve. The sleeve would put out a extra three inches and was ribbed. "She won't know what to do when she sees all of this in action" he says with evil intent. He then looks around the room. The blacked out curtains covering the windows, not allowing any light to shine in. The bed post at the end of the bed with a large screw eye on all four sides. "This will make the bondage experience more real" he thought. He sprays a mist of cologne and walks towards the door. Undoing three locks and turning the handle, the door swings open. As he steps out and places his sun glasses on his head, his walking speed increases towards the vehicle. He opens the passenger door and looks in the glove box to find a red box. An evil smirk slowly takes form as he looks inside the box and assures himself that all that will be needed for the car ride is accounted for. He places the box back inside the glove box and taps on the passenger side seat. It almost looked as if a circular patch of the leather could be removed from the center. He then slams the door and rushes towards the driver side. He turns the key and ignites the engine. The vehicles radio begins to play a seductive song that had a verse say "Struggle all you want but your already intertwine , face the fact baby your already mine". He puts the vehicle in drive and begins the twenty minute drive towards town. As the vehicle goes further down the gravel road hitting all the bumps, dips, and potholes, he begins to laugh in a seductive manner. "I wonder if she'll even last on our way back towards the house" he said as he placed his foot firmly on the gas pedal causing the vehicle speed to jump from twenty to thirty five miles per hour. He might be in a rush to meet her, but for some reason he will make sure they take their sweet time driving back towards the small house tucked deep in the woods.
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The Twenty Minute Ride
Roman d'amourJonathan Kross is picking her up for a night of pleasure, little does Amber Gray know she's in for the ride of her life. How far is she willing to go? What games does he have in store? But most of all, where will their destination lead to? Book one...