My New Toy 2 (A Sexy Ride To Remember)

By Dalia Daudelin

Another bike with a toy built into the seat? And Talia's boyfriend expects her to use it in public?

Talia's let her relationship fall apart again. She's been treating Max like crap, yelling at him and refusing to have sex with him.

When he gets fed up, he calls in some friends and designs an addition for her special bike.

One last argument throws Max into action. Talia either has to move out or put up with some public humiliation with a motorcycle gang.

In the end, Talia puts on a hot show for the men and learns to respect her boyfriend like she should.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Midnight Climax Bundles
• Release date: Aug 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310029394

Dalia Daudelin

Dalia Daudelin writes dirty, and she knows that's exactly how you like it.Dalia was rebellious as a teenager, but in a lot of ways she played it safe. While she was running with a bad crowd, she was a prude. All of that changed when she met her business partner and fiance, Michael Meadows.With a few more years behind her and a lot more experience, Dalia is bringing the naughtiest sexual desires to readers. Sure, reading about BDSM might be safer than acting it out, but that just means she can tease you even harder and inflict even more pain on her characters.It's not just BDSM, either. Dalia has written a huge number of books from many of the hottest kinks out there.During her down time, Dalia likes to play video games like Watch_Dogs, Fallout, and Dragon Age. She also enjoys television shows like The X Files, Blacklist, Portlandia and Supernatural. She's a devoted fan of Yume Nikki, and used to run Alternate Reality Games online.She's conspiracy minded and enjoys researching topics such as MKULTRA, Monarch Programming, and the Illuminati.

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My New Toy 2

A Sexy Ride To Remember

Dalia Daudelin

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Soon after my first time on my dildo bike, I moved in with Max. And for a while, things were good. We didn't need to take the bike out, so it sat lonely in the basement while we fucked and sucked each other to relationship bliss for weeks. Then things started to get bad again.

I really tried to stay interested in Max, but things got in the way. I was stressed with school, stressed with work, stressed with assholes all over the place making my life harder than it needs to be. Every night, I stay up until 2 AM studying, then I have to wake up by 8 AM to go to work and then classes.

Finals week has been really bad for me and Max. I've snapped at him, ignored him, refused him sex, and generally been kind of a bitch. I can admit it. I was awful to him, and he doesn't deserve that.

When I walk through the door after my last failure of a test, I hear a huge amount of noise in the basement and feel my blood boiling. I know I have to put a stop to it. This is going to be the first night in a long time I'll be able to get more than 6 hours of sleep, and believe me, I need it. I set my bag, heavy with my laptop, down on the couch and head toward the basement stairs.

There's a crash of metal, some swearing, but as I put my foot on the top step he stops. Babe? He calls up. My head is pounding and I can feel a meltdown coming on.

I try to stay calm. I need you to be quiet so I can get some sleep, Max. Tomorrow we'll spend some time together, since I have the day off of work.

Sounds good, you go ahead and sleep. I'll be up in an hour, but I promise to stay quiet.

Thankful, I head to the bedroom and don't even change out of my clothes. My eyes sting, my mouth is numb from smiling at customers all day. I slide under the covers and slip into a deep sleep.

I wake up to a hand on my breast. Looking to the clock on the table, I see I've only been asleep for 2 hours, and I feel like a train has hit me. I grunt and turn away from Max, hoping he'll understand that I want to be left alone.

Then I feel his hand between my legs.

Max, fuck off! We'll have sex after I've gotten some sleep!

I feel the bed creak beneath me and one of my pillows slip from beneath my head. Without a word, he leaves the bedroom, presumably to sleep on the couch.

I wake up, ashamed of being such a bitch. Laying in bed, I try to think of the best way to apologize. I'm just going to have to suck it up.

Shuffling into the living room, I find it empty. Then I hear a crash in the basement again and that anger from last night rises. It's totally irrational, but I stomp down the stairs, rounding the corner fast and throwing my slipper at Max's head.

Ow- what the hell? He turns around. As soon as he sees me standing there with my arms crossed, a darkness comes over his face. He stomps up to me and grabs me, holding my arms hard.

You're hurting me! I cry, squirming and trying to