I've not really talked about it much with any of my friends or family but at the beginning of the year I made a resolution to start exercising for fitness. Losing weight is kind of a motivating factor too (particularly after having to buy 4xl cycling wear to fit my US16/UK18 body) so for a month I had a personal trainer to try and get me into the habit of riding a bicycle three times a week and to try and get me reasonably competent at it (boy do those early cold January mornings seem worth it now!)
Plenty of vanilla people like to joke with the cyclists in our office asking if they've replaced their saddle with a dildo. While that's a bit of a stretch for me, even going out at 5.30am, it is something I've been keeping in mind and this morning, setting out for my 20th ride (go me ☺) and having earned myself two orgasms by my husband's reckoning (which he's decided I'm not allowed to have at home, not even in the garden, during the Coronavirus lockdown), I wanted to treat myself.
Fun fact about cycling lycra, you aren't supposed to wear underwear with it
It's finally starting to occasionally be a bit warmer in the UK so today, instead of the regular bib shorts and jacket I've been wearing, I decided I'd try the black one-piece triathlon suit I bought. It was a little bit of an indulgence, I admit, but I had this idea of going out with my husband in the summer one day, finding a quiet spot to stop for a picnic and some other fun - it has a zipper all the way down the front, right to the chamois padding in the crotch (so I can remove it for washing is my excuse). With the li'l red sports bra (or maybe if we got just the right sort of spot nothing underneath at all)... Could be fun
But we're still on lockdown right now so when I go out early in the morning, I go alone.
So this morning, having been thinking about The King's latest dare idea all night, I dug out my helmet and my training shoes as normal and a pair of my little trainer socks, but this morning I also took the tube of lube and my dildo
I took a little bit of a risk replacing my spare tyre tube and roadside tools from the bag mounted under my saddle, but I don't have a little backpack or anything so it was the only place to transport this morning's "extras".
It's a mountain bike that I ride and there's a few choices of off-road trails relatively close by but I've got to ride a couple miles on the road to get to them so the plan was that I'd get there and then "warm up" as it were and ride one of my more gentle trails with my dildo inside.
But as I set off, I started wondering if the smoother road surface (relatively smoother, if you know the state of British roads) would suit better? So then I was left with the dilemma of whether to pull over and stop somewhere, or continue with my original plan?
After a few minutes deliberation, I decided to pull over, but that meant taking a detour to a few blocks over where I know of a secluded alleyway where I can stop without risking some early riser seeing me as they open their curtains.
Still, it was very nervous easing down the zipper. I didn't want to set the bike down on the ground, so it was a little bit awkward holding it up while I fumbled one-handed with the bottle of lube and the dildo. Even with the zipper all the way down, I still had to pull at the bottom of the suit to make room to push the dildo into myself. For a very long moment I considered whether I should just forget about riding, get myself off right here and go back home, but I think if I gave up now then I'd never go through with the full plan in future.
Zipping the suit back up with the dildo inside me felt very risky but incredibly sexy and the motion of riding kept me moving in just the right way from just gentle pedalling. The faster I rode, the more I was moving and the more it moved inside me. Uphill sections of road became even more intense than the normal workouts they give me and I was barely halfway towards my destination by the time I was soaking wet down there and my pleasure was increasing enormously. In fact, I started to panic that I was going to cum before I even reached the trail...
I made it, but only just, and by that point I was desperate for the release and terrified of losing control of the bike while I lost control of myself! I mean, it would be a real ruined orgasm if I fell off and injured myself!
There's no benches on the trail I'd picked for today's ride, but there is a rusted old bin. I rode gently and slowly, perhaps not getting the full benefit of the ride until I reached it and then dismounted and, checking all directions thoroughly, began to grind myself against it.
It felt amazing, very dangerous and I felt like such a dirty little slut fucking myself against a litter bin. I was almost on autopilot as I pulled the zipper down, but I needed to get my fingers to my clit... Ooooooooo
I was just catching my breath, lost in bliss when I thought I heard something and nearly jumped out of my skin, trying to pull the zipper up but not quite getting it right, succeeding only in pulling the suit up between my legs. Terrified that I'd been caught, I couldn't help but whirl my head in the direction that the noise had come from to see that I'd been caught...
...by a squirrel! I couldn't help but giggle then as I more gently pulled the zipper up to cover myself back up. I was extremely tempted then to take off my sports bra, but for today I decided against it, even though my nipples were erect and longing for some attention
I tried to cool off a little before getting back on the bike but all the while I was distinctly aware of the dildo still inside me. Eventually I decided I couldn't hang about anymore and climbed back onto the bike. As soon as I set off I felt pleasure building up in me again, and having had one orgasm, it was going to be that much harder to resist a second. I barely made it halfway around the trail before I had to stop to try and let the intense pleasure subside a little bit.
I tried to ride pretty gently around the trail but the elevations and the rough ground still had the bike fucking me pretty firmly (too firmly on some of the bumps!
) and I had to have another break before I was done and back on the road to make my way home.
OhmyGod it felt good, and I was struggling to keep a lid on it, but I've been waiting three weeks for these orgasms so I wanted to make my second one good. I'd pretty much edged three or four times already and I was pretty sure I'd not be able to stop in time again.
My destination was the alleyway again. The ride was great, but I wanted to take control and give myself a good fucking with the dildo (and give in to my craving for playing with my nipples too). By now it was after 6.30. Still quiet, but I'd encountered more cars and even a few pedestrians on my ride back home, so I was twice as nervous when I got back into the alley.
This time I tried to lean the bike against the hedgerow lining both sides of the alley so I'd have the use of both my hands.
I was hot and sweaty by this point (sorry to ruin any illusions, but I'm a plus-size woman just starting to get myself into shape) so the suit was pretty much stuck to my skin making it extremely difficult to get my arms out of it. Similarly the sports bra, but it came off and my breasts fell free, the morning air feeling glorious against the bare skin. I'm not sure if it was possible for my nipples to erect any more than they were but if it was then they'd have done it now
It was terrifying being exposed out here like this, without my husband to protect me and I really had to struggle to get my arms back into the suit, but I was eventually back in it. I was checking both directions frantically as I kept the zipper fully undone and slipped my left hand between my legs to get hold of the dildo while my right began to squeeze my swollen nipples. I'd love to have been able to have kept it up but I was terrified of getting caught and immensely aroused so it was barely a couple more minutes before my muscles clamped, my knees went weak and I all but screamed pretty much all of the air out of my lungs involuntarily
I definitely felt like I was glowing as I got back home and slipped into the house praying that I'd be able to sneak the dildo back to my bedroom before our child realized I was back.
This morning's cycle might not have been as much of a workout as my other rides but it was definitely intense!!
Plenty of vanilla people like to joke with the cyclists in our office asking if they've replaced their saddle with a dildo. While that's a bit of a stretch for me, even going out at 5.30am, it is something I've been keeping in mind and this morning, setting out for my 20th ride (go me ☺) and having earned myself two orgasms by my husband's reckoning (which he's decided I'm not allowed to have at home, not even in the garden, during the Coronavirus lockdown), I wanted to treat myself.
Fun fact about cycling lycra, you aren't supposed to wear underwear with it
It's finally starting to occasionally be a bit warmer in the UK so today, instead of the regular bib shorts and jacket I've been wearing, I decided I'd try the black one-piece triathlon suit I bought. It was a little bit of an indulgence, I admit, but I had this idea of going out with my husband in the summer one day, finding a quiet spot to stop for a picnic and some other fun - it has a zipper all the way down the front, right to the chamois padding in the crotch (so I can remove it for washing is my excuse). With the li'l red sports bra (or maybe if we got just the right sort of spot nothing underneath at all)... Could be fun
But we're still on lockdown right now so when I go out early in the morning, I go alone.
So this morning, having been thinking about The King's latest dare idea all night, I dug out my helmet and my training shoes as normal and a pair of my little trainer socks, but this morning I also took the tube of lube and my dildo
I took a little bit of a risk replacing my spare tyre tube and roadside tools from the bag mounted under my saddle, but I don't have a little backpack or anything so it was the only place to transport this morning's "extras".
It's a mountain bike that I ride and there's a few choices of off-road trails relatively close by but I've got to ride a couple miles on the road to get to them so the plan was that I'd get there and then "warm up" as it were and ride one of my more gentle trails with my dildo inside.
But as I set off, I started wondering if the smoother road surface (relatively smoother, if you know the state of British roads) would suit better? So then I was left with the dilemma of whether to pull over and stop somewhere, or continue with my original plan?
After a few minutes deliberation, I decided to pull over, but that meant taking a detour to a few blocks over where I know of a secluded alleyway where I can stop without risking some early riser seeing me as they open their curtains.
Still, it was very nervous easing down the zipper. I didn't want to set the bike down on the ground, so it was a little bit awkward holding it up while I fumbled one-handed with the bottle of lube and the dildo. Even with the zipper all the way down, I still had to pull at the bottom of the suit to make room to push the dildo into myself. For a very long moment I considered whether I should just forget about riding, get myself off right here and go back home, but I think if I gave up now then I'd never go through with the full plan in future.
Zipping the suit back up with the dildo inside me felt very risky but incredibly sexy and the motion of riding kept me moving in just the right way from just gentle pedalling. The faster I rode, the more I was moving and the more it moved inside me. Uphill sections of road became even more intense than the normal workouts they give me and I was barely halfway towards my destination by the time I was soaking wet down there and my pleasure was increasing enormously. In fact, I started to panic that I was going to cum before I even reached the trail...
I made it, but only just, and by that point I was desperate for the release and terrified of losing control of the bike while I lost control of myself! I mean, it would be a real ruined orgasm if I fell off and injured myself!
There's no benches on the trail I'd picked for today's ride, but there is a rusted old bin. I rode gently and slowly, perhaps not getting the full benefit of the ride until I reached it and then dismounted and, checking all directions thoroughly, began to grind myself against it.
It felt amazing, very dangerous and I felt like such a dirty little slut fucking myself against a litter bin. I was almost on autopilot as I pulled the zipper down, but I needed to get my fingers to my clit... Ooooooooo
I was just catching my breath, lost in bliss when I thought I heard something and nearly jumped out of my skin, trying to pull the zipper up but not quite getting it right, succeeding only in pulling the suit up between my legs. Terrified that I'd been caught, I couldn't help but whirl my head in the direction that the noise had come from to see that I'd been caught...
...by a squirrel! I couldn't help but giggle then as I more gently pulled the zipper up to cover myself back up. I was extremely tempted then to take off my sports bra, but for today I decided against it, even though my nipples were erect and longing for some attention
I tried to cool off a little before getting back on the bike but all the while I was distinctly aware of the dildo still inside me. Eventually I decided I couldn't hang about anymore and climbed back onto the bike. As soon as I set off I felt pleasure building up in me again, and having had one orgasm, it was going to be that much harder to resist a second. I barely made it halfway around the trail before I had to stop to try and let the intense pleasure subside a little bit.
I tried to ride pretty gently around the trail but the elevations and the rough ground still had the bike fucking me pretty firmly (too firmly on some of the bumps!
) and I had to have another break before I was done and back on the road to make my way home.OhmyGod it felt good, and I was struggling to keep a lid on it, but I've been waiting three weeks for these orgasms so I wanted to make my second one good. I'd pretty much edged three or four times already and I was pretty sure I'd not be able to stop in time again.
My destination was the alleyway again. The ride was great, but I wanted to take control and give myself a good fucking with the dildo (and give in to my craving for playing with my nipples too). By now it was after 6.30. Still quiet, but I'd encountered more cars and even a few pedestrians on my ride back home, so I was twice as nervous when I got back into the alley.
This time I tried to lean the bike against the hedgerow lining both sides of the alley so I'd have the use of both my hands.
I was hot and sweaty by this point (sorry to ruin any illusions, but I'm a plus-size woman just starting to get myself into shape) so the suit was pretty much stuck to my skin making it extremely difficult to get my arms out of it. Similarly the sports bra, but it came off and my breasts fell free, the morning air feeling glorious against the bare skin. I'm not sure if it was possible for my nipples to erect any more than they were but if it was then they'd have done it now
It was terrifying being exposed out here like this, without my husband to protect me and I really had to struggle to get my arms back into the suit, but I was eventually back in it. I was checking both directions frantically as I kept the zipper fully undone and slipped my left hand between my legs to get hold of the dildo while my right began to squeeze my swollen nipples. I'd love to have been able to have kept it up but I was terrified of getting caught and immensely aroused so it was barely a couple more minutes before my muscles clamped, my knees went weak and I all but screamed pretty much all of the air out of my lungs involuntarily
I definitely felt like I was glowing as I got back home and slipped into the house praying that I'd be able to sneak the dildo back to my bedroom before our child realized I was back.
This morning's cycle might not have been as much of a workout as my other rides but it was definitely intense!!
) and now I've told my husband I had my orgasm when I'm still unsatisfied, and now Mistress has said she's going to keep me frustrated all week, all the time letting me know how much she's enjoying pleasuring herself.
. Then I had to fix everyone's breakfast, and then, finally, I could leave my husband in charge of entertaining our child for the day while I went with my laptop into the spare room to work.
