I think I'm falling for a skinhead. It's a dirty fling, I tell myself. One where I'm forced to stay with a hot guy, clean up his and his gang's shit, and have nasty sex with him. Sounds sick when I think of it that way. The kind of sick that turns me on.

I'm beginning to enjoy riding on the back of his bike too. It's strange the things I think of while sitting behind him with my arms around his waist and my breasts pushing into his back. It's a sense of freedom I've never had ...