Early Morning Ride

Transcript

Hey, it's Leigh. Cozy up. It's time for a story.

I don't know why I schedule the ride for so early in the morning. I hate mornings. I'm the type of human who likes to lie in bed for an extended period of time, hoping that sleep will come back.

But for some reason, that 6am pop punk ride was calling my name. And so was my Lush. He had told me that he wanted me to do my workout super early so that he could have me all to himself for the rest of the day.

And my response was, if I'm going to get up that early to get dressed and go down and clip in, he was going to have to play. He was excited at the thought. I threatened to take away all of his power, all of his control, because I could really just sync it to the music and the instructor's voice.

That silky, sweet, British voice. The perfect amount of peakiness. Absolutely delicious.

And the smirk and the chuckle that makes my heart skip a beat. When that god-awful alarm went off in the morning, full of cobwebs in my head, I went and got dressed. My favorite teal-green sports bra with contrasting black piping.

Paired ever so perfectly with black booty shorts. The kind that I knew my ass and thighs were about to consume. He'd left me a note before he left for work saying, have a nice ride, let me know when you log on.

I knew what that meant, and saw that he had placed my Lush right beside the note. I slid it in and made my way down to the basement to get ready for the ride. It was nearing the time where that beautiful British man with that slight flick of hair on his forehead was about to welcome everyone into the live class.

Tell them to clickety-clack their twinkle toes into the stirrups and tame the metal beast between their legs. He was so cheeky. All the time.

All of these sexual innuendos that paired perfectly for a ride. Both ways. Between my legs.

Synced with the music until my partner could take over. The ride was 30 minutes long and I knew I wasn't going to be able to last that long within the warmup, which is always three and a half minutes without fail. My partner sends me a text.

Hey, did you make it? I responded with a picture, my legs straddled over, tattoos on my thighs, smiling up at him. He asked me, what the fuck, Lee? I can't take control.

I'd forgotten that I had synced it to the ride, so turned that off and said, go ahead, babe. It's all yours. He knew exactly how I liked it.

The slow build. The quick little pulses. Little pulses.

I knew he wanted me to come and come hard, leaving that seat drenched. Soaked with all of my juices over and over. I was squirming around in the seat, trying so hard to pay attention.

I was failing. Miserably failing. And he knew it.

The lush kept disconnecting and I got a stern talking to, telling me to stop moving, to sit there and be good. I have trouble being told what to do and often fight back, but it was safe for me to be submissive with him. We'd spent months creating this element of safety, this trust and beautiful bond.

I could let myself go with him and it felt right to sit, to be quiet, to let the waves take over so I could come for him. The music started picking up in speed and all of a sudden we were being instructed to get out of the saddle. Do you know how hard it is to cycle and climb a hill while someone is making your pussy vibrate? Let me tell you, it is one of the more difficult things I've ever encountered, but it's doable.

You see, the trick is to up your resistance so you're climbing against a really heavy hill. That way, when you are pulling up instead of pushing down, you can get the vibes exactly where you want them without losing your output. I've maybe had experience doing this a time or two and my partner knew it.

He knew exactly what I wanted and exactly what ride I was doing. He was watching along on his phone, knew where I was on the leaderboard, who I was competing with, and he told me to go faster, to go harder, that I wasn't giving it my all and if I was going to continue to be a brat, he would treat me as a brat. My lush went silent all of a sudden.

I gasped and waited, paying attention to the instructor on the screen, increasing my rhythm. We were going on a sprint. My partner saw me jumping ahead on the leaderboard, position by position, spot by spot.

All of a sudden, he had the lush on full. The top of the vibration, little pulses here and there. He put it on the perfect loop at just the right moment of my ride.

I was coming hard, feeling it starting to soak my underwear. Next came my shorts and finally the bike seat. It was drenched and I could feel it every time I had to tap down.

The ride was only half over and I had already come several times. He usually likes me to keep track, but today there would be none of that. Little taps up and down.

It wasn't supposed to be a groove ride, the kind where you're sort of dancing on top of the bike while also sprinting and climbing hills and doing all of the things until you reach the pinnacle of your ride. But the instructor encouraged you to just tap your ass a little on the bike seat while you're climbing. Stabilize your core and give it and give it your all.

At this point, he was yelling at us in a encouraging way, a beautiful way, a way that turns me on perfectly. My partner increased the pressure while I increased my speed and my resistance. The ride was nearing to an end and I felt another orgasm coming.

I was staring at the instructor straight into his eyes. He knew I was there. We DM each other every now and then and I always join him for a milestone ride.

I just wish that they weren't so fucking early in the morning. I started coming again as we got to the cool down. My legs were shaking.

Droplets of sweat were all over the mat underneath my bike. I texted my partner to say thank you and he said, now get your ass upstairs. You're dirty and you need a shower.

The problem was I couldn't get off of the bike. My legs were completely numb and I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to unclip. The Lush was still vibrating gently all the way down on low, just how I like it.

But when it's down that low, there's this slow building intense orgasm that starts to take shape and climbing the stairs from the basement all the way up to that hot shower can be a bit of a challenge. My partner knows this good and well. It almost seemed like it was part of his plan.

The music had been so loud down in my gym that I didn't even realize he had come home. The shower was already on and he was in it. I stripped that sweaty sports bra off, slid those black booty shorts down.

My ass had eaten them good. And I got into the hot shower, down on my knees, licked up his inner thigh, looked up at him and winked. I think it's time for me to thank you.

Until next time, thanks for listening.