The Ride

By von Vine

A woman at a nightclub is offered a ride home in a black limo by a mystery man . . . 

This story is just too taboo to be explained anymore . . .

Contains graphic filthy sex that will leave you gasping for breath . . .  

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vanessa Von Vine
• Release date: Apr 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513065922

von Vine

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The Ride

Vanessa Von Vine

Published by Vanessa Von Vine, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

THE RIDE

First edition. April 16, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Vanessa Von Vine.

ISBN: 978-1513065922

Written by Vanessa Von Vine.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

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The Ride

Further Reading: The Deal

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About the Author

I was a big beautiful woman who had been at the nightclub for six hours and I was sober at a bar that my boyfriend, Dave, a large bouncer type man, was tending. I was not drinking because last week I had found out I was pregnant with Dave's child; at least that is what the pregnancy test had said. I still had to see the doctor to confirm it. I still had not told Dave why I was not drinking, I just explained to him I did not feel like it tonight. He took that as a sign that I was on my period. Dave smiled at me in my too-tight mini skirt on my large body from the bar now and then. He loved larger women and he loved me, and I loved him. I was faithful, had always been faithful. I knew that Dave was jealous, looking at me, as sometimes men who had an eye for larger women came over and started to try to chat me up. That is, before I pointed to Dave, and he looked at them from his hulking large frame, his arms down on the counter. They would soon leave after that, I mean, what man wouldn't?

. . . Dave was six foot seven, with hands the size of baseball gloves. He reminded me of a barbarian in a movie, except he did not have a sword, but he was also a gentle giant. At least with me. Always listened, always held me tight when I was not feeling the best.

I was with a bunch of my girlfriends at the beginning of the night, which had whittled down to none as the night grew on, with Sarah the last to head home on the back of her biker husband Ricky's new motorcycle. I wondered how they afforded a new motorcycle, with her bar tending job, and how Ricky had only a part-time job as a painter and roofer. But they seemed to be doing well, they even were going on vacation. Although I had heard from friend, the breaking news, at least that Sarah