Page 124 of Her Sloth

She simply laughs as she puts her helmet on.

“Hold tight,” she says, “She’s a beast.”

I growl in confirmation, not that she’d hear it through the helmet.

I close my arms around her as she starts the motor.

“Fuck me,” I say, because the vibration, the roaring—it’s just crazy.

She tips down to shift into first gear, turns around slowly, and keeps it slow down the driveway and over the cobblestones.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” she says, turning to me with her open visor. The one she nods down, as she checks if I’m really holding onto her.

She puts both hands on the handle.

I prepare myself, but it’s safe to say I wasn’t prepared for what comes.

The pull⁠—

I am used to cars accelerating, but this thing, fuck me, it feels as if my brain kept where we started off and is now trailing behind my head, and she is pulling it into a wheely at a speed that my stomach is about to turn.

She pulls it into red; only then does she shift up and let it slow down, bringing it back onto the road with both wheels.

“Are you fucking insane?” I shout at her.

She doesn’t hear me, or actively ignores me.

We make our way through the city into Jersey, and the sun is already low, dipping the horizon into an orange ocean as we speed over a highway—it is epic.

She rides between two trucks to squeeze through, so that I can let both my hands glide over the trailer left and right. She does it with such precision that you need to be insane to do that at a speed like ours, and she is. She is completely insane. Not that I wasn’t aware of it. It also scares the shit out of me, because I have no idea what is coming.

She takes an exit, and we land a couple of minutes later in the middle of nowhere in a forest, and then a lake comes into view. This here is definitely not my dream of visiting the car scene in Tokyo.

She stops the motorcycle onto a trail leading to

“That is not what I dreamed of,” I say as I aim to get off the seat.

“Not so fast,” she says, grasping my leg by the back of my knee and pulling me around her so I land half on the tank, half on her.

“You’re insane,” I say as she opens my visor.

She leans in on me with our helmets touching.

“An insane person who’s going to make you come in a way you had no idea of.”

With that, she pushes me back so I land on the tank, the helmet crashing onto the windshield.

It’s as uncomfortable as things can be, but the moment she stands slightly and makes more room for me⁠—

Damn. She leans onto me as she fumbles open the button to my pants and slides her hand in.

“Ohh, you’re wet,” she says.

I mean, yeah, I am, because I had two hours of vibration underneath me while clinging onto my hot girlfriend with bra-less boobs.

Her fingers slide into me.

“So here’s the thing,” she says. “You have been such a good pet, and I am going to make you come first. But the moment you come, you’ll run, because I am going to hunt you down. And when I get you, mhhhhhmmm, you will be my toy for today.”