Just got back from a late-night ride on my bike, wind in my hair and adrenaline still buzzing. Fuck, there’s nothing like the thrill of speed—almost as good as the way a rough hand grabs my thigh when I’m not expecting it. Speaking of which… anyone else love that moment when you’re grinding on someone’s cock and their grip on your hips goes from playful to possessive? Like they’re barely holding back from wrecking you. Yeah. That.

Swim practice tomorrow, but my mind’s somewhere… wetter. Maybe I’ll sneak into the pool after hours. Last time I did that, I ended up bent over the starting block with my ass in the air and my pussy dripping. God, the chlorine smell mixing with sweat and sex… fucking unforgettable.

—A