Carah flipped off the television, unable to lose herself in any of the movies. Restless, she skulked into her studio and worked on her sketches of crotchless outfits designed specifically for women to wear on the motorcycles. Soft, lightweight leather styles in both daywear and nightwear-for whenever the client chose to bring their fantasies to life. Her current design was of leather crotchless pants and a matching top that left the breasts propped up and exposed. Perfect for those who used nipple clamps, like herself.
She paused a moment and stared wistfully at her own personal Ride to Ecstasy. She'd customized the sleek machine to be an exact replica of the bike Vaughn had given her. Just looking at it made her moist between the thighs. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Vaughn was her greatest muse. Thoughts of him made her creativity soar. Among other things.
After a few more hours of mindless sketching, she dragged herself into the bedroom, changed into her silk nightie and flopped onto her bed. The left side of the bed to be precise, because the right side belonged to Vaughn. Or at least it once did. His musky scent had faded from the pillowcase after about a month, but she couldn't bring herself to move beyond the middle. Sometimes she propped a few pillows on his side and nestled her back into them. Those were the nights she cried herself to sleep.
Tonight, her mind refused to sway from lustful thoughts of Vaughn. She tossed and turned until her legs were tangled between the sheets. Fists clenched, she slammed them against the mattress and released a string of curse words. She needed to get off now or it would be one long night.
Carah charged back into her studio, the floor cool beneath her bare feet. She wasn't fooling around. The burning need toiling around inside her was as ravenous as when she'd first come up with the idea of the sex-toy bike. Maybe more. No less than three orgasms were going to do the trick tonight. And even then she knew the relief wouldn't last long.
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