The Thrilling Cycling Club

Ever since David Kirk broke up with me, I'd been stuck in a funk. It wasn't because I was deeply in love with him, but being with him was incredibly fun. David was handsome, strong, and carried himself with a wild yet reserved charm that made him the dream guy for so many women. His physique was amazing—sharp abs, stamina that left me breathless, and, well, let's just say he was unforgettable. Every moment with him was intoxicating. David was a master of romance, always pushing boundaries. It was with him that I first discovered the thrill of role-playing. Nurse and patient, delivery guy and customer, lactation consultant and member, convict and policewoman, duke and maid—we tried it all. Each scenario unlocked something within me, revealing an unexpected enthusiasm I hadn't realized I had. Once I experienced that rush, I couldn't stop craving it. Before David, I had never explored this side of myself. But with him, it became an irresistible addiction. However, my growing crea

Caught between two men, Vivian didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable—in fact, she seemed to enjoy it. She playfully tapped one of the men's body with a pout. "Mona's still here. Let's wait until later for the three of us to have some fun," she teased. I stood there, completely stunned as she joked and flirted with the two men. A strange thought crept into my mind. The "fun" she mentioned—was it what I thought it was? Before I could dwell on it further, Titus, the man Vivian had introduced as the club's founder, stepped forward and tried to wrap an arm around my body. He was wearing a tight black sports outfit that showed off his defined muscles, especially his toned abs. He was undeniably strong, but the way his gaze lingered on me made me feel uneasy. His eyes carried a predatory intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Flustered, I stepped back and mumbled something about being tired from the bike ride, using it as an excuse to retreat to the tent. Vivian shot m

As the night grew darker, only a few dim lights flickered across the campsite. The other two men had disappeared—perhaps resting in their tents or maybe lurking in the shadows, watching us. A chill lingered in the mountain air, and I tugged at the flimsy fabric of my swimsuit, which barely covered anything, shivering slightly. Only when I sank into the hot spring did warmth finally seep into my body. To my surprise, this mountain spring was entirely natural. The faint, sulfuric aroma of the water made that unmistakably clear. The spring water reached up to my chest, and the steam coiled around me like a comforting embrace. Exhaling deeply, I let out a satisfied sigh. "Where are they?" The words had barely left my mouth when a large bubble suddenly broke through the surface of the yellow-tinted water. My gaze snapped toward it, and before I could react, two dark heads burst out of the water without warning. "Ahh!!" Startled, I screamed and slipped, nearly submerging my

Vivian drove me back to a more populated area, pouting the whole way about my decision to leave early. I kept apologizing to her. "Next time, I'll treat you to a feast at your favorite restaurant," I promised. Only then did she lighten up, throwing me a cheeky wink as she teased, "David's actually a good guy. If there's a misunderstanding, just work it out in bed!" Before I could respond, she laughed, gave me a playful pat, and got ready to leave. "Alright, I'm off to enjoy myself again. If you two patch things up, let me know." That was the last time I saw her smile. For a long time, I regretted not taking her with me at that moment. The next time I saw her, she was lying on a cold hospital bed, lifeless like a broken doll, tubes inserted all over her frail body. "Don't cry, Mona. Vivian will wake up. Trust me—the police are doing everything they can to investigate," someone comforted me. After my cycling trip, David and I got back together. He confessed that our bre