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๐Ÿ๏ธ ๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐€๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ & ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ŸŽค

Buckle up.
This is The ๐€๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ & ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฐ.
I'm ๐€๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ฅ โ€” part biker, part bodyguard, and a smartass with a history full of trouble, leather, and the occasional โ€œwhoops, that was her sister?โ€ moment.

๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ?
Sheโ€™s the voice in my head whoโ€™s way too clever for her own good. Keeps me sharp. Corrects my spelling. Sheโ€™s not real โ€” but donโ€™t tell her that.
๐‘†โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘ .

These are true stories from the road, the bars, the backseats, the courtroom, and the bedrooms โ€” with names and places changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

Some are sexy.
Some are criminal.
Some mightโ€™ve gotten me banned from a few counties.

All of them? ๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ž.
So read slow, breathe deep, and donโ€™t be shy when it gets hot.
These stories donโ€™t come with a warning labelโ€ฆ but probably should.

โ€” ๐€/๐
7 months ago. Thursday, June 12, 2025 at 9:07โ€ฏAM


๐Ÿพ
So Animalโ€ฆ are you actually telling me the next scene starts with room service?

Animal:
What, you think I let you soak in all that sin without feeding the house?

Bullet:
You ordered wings.

Animal:
I ordered silence.
What I got was a front-row seat to corruption.

Bullet:
Waitโ€”this kid walked into a hotel gangbang and justโ€ฆ stayed?

Animal:
Closed the door. Dropped the tray. Watched like it was church.
Until he got pulled into the sermon.

Bullet:
You're sick.
โ€ฆTell me everything.

You opened the door like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Just another college kid, twenty at most, holding a tray of wings and fries in trembling hands. His eyes went wide when they landed on meโ€”naked, on my knees, cheeks flushed and lips still glossy from the last round. Behind me? Tangled sheets, sweat-slicked skin, and Sandy moaning into someoneโ€™s chest with her thighs wide open.

He blinked like heโ€™d walked into the wrong roomโ€ฆ but couldnโ€™t look away.

โ€œEver seen seven people fuck at once?โ€ I asked him, voice low and playful.

He didnโ€™t speakโ€”just swallowed, hard.

You smirked. โ€œThen close the door. And drop the tray.โ€

And he did. Poor thing never stood a chance.

You pulled him in with a lookโ€”one that dared him to step closer or bolt. But he didnโ€™t run. Not when Sandy crooked a finger at him. Not when one of the boys pulled him down to the bed. Not even when I crawled forward, licking sauce from my lips like I was starving for something more than wings.

What followed wasnโ€™t just sex. It was a full-blown symphonyโ€”a chorus of moans, slaps, gasps, and names we didnโ€™t ask for. Fry Boy earned his nickname in under an hourโ€ฆ and lost every last bit of innocence in less time than that.

But I? I kept my eyes on you.

Every time I was touched, I thought of you.
Every time someone moaned, I imagined your growl behind it.
And when I finally collapsed againโ€”sore, dripping, ruinedโ€”you walked over, lifted my chin, and kissed my forehead.

โ€œThat was fun,โ€ you whispered, dragging your thumb over my swollen lower lip.

โ€œNext time?โ€ I smiled, breathless.
โ€œWe bring the mirror.โ€

-A/B

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