The Thrilling Cycling Club

After a heartbreak, my friend introduced me to a cycling club.

I didn't expect what seemed like an ordinary cycling night to have such a hidden, unspeakable thrill.

As I watched my friend interact with a male member, my gaze faltered, and my heart raced. I couldn't help but wonder if I might try something like that too.

Because... I'd been waiting for a moment like this for far too long.

Ever since David Kirk broke up with me, I'd been stuck in a funk.

It wasn't because I was deeply in love with him, but being with him was incredibly fun. David was handsome, strong, and carried himself with a wild yet reserved charm that made him the dream guy for so many women. His physique was amazing—sharp abs, stamina that left me breathless, and, well, let's just say he was unforgettable. Every moment with him was intoxicating.

David was a master of romance, always pushing boundaries. It was with him that I first discovered the thrill of role-playing. Nurse and patient, delivery guy and customer, lactation consultant and member, convict and policewoman, duke and maid—we tried it all. Each scenario unlocked something within me, revealing an unexpected enthusiasm I hadn't realized I had. Once I experienced that rush, I couldn't stop craving it.

Before David, I had never explored this side of myself. But with him, it became an irresistible addiction. However, my growing creativity in our nightly role-playing became too much for him, and eventually, he left me.

After our breakup, I tried dating other guys, but no one could replicate the magic David brought into my life. I felt lost in my memories, and my best friend, Vivian Cunningham, decided to intervene.

"Why don't you join me cycling? I recently joined this cycling club, and it's amazing. It's like stepping into another world. Once you experience it, you'll forget all about him," she suggested, her eyes sparkling with a sly, knowing look.

But I hadn't noticed. I thought she was simply trying to help me move on, so I agreed. Soon, she added me to the cycling club's group chat.

As soon as I joined, someone suggested I share a photo as the "newbie". I wasn't comfortable exposing myself like that to strangers, so I stayed quiet. But before I could stop her, Vivian posted a picture without asking me.

[This is my girl, Mona! Isn't she gorgeous? Top student and even our school's beauty queen back in the day!]

[Wow, what a stunning beauty!]

[Vivian, why didn't you introduce her sooner? If I'd known someone this beautiful was around, I wouldn't have bothered with my girlfriend!]

[Vivian, you're the best! Always thinking of us single guys first…]

Someone even tagged me directly. [Hey, gorgeous. Free this weekend? Let's ride together!]

By the time I returned from the restroom, the chat had exploded with over a hundred new messages. Curious, I scrolled up and nearly fainted when I saw what Vivian had posted.

It wasn't just any photo—it was a shot from our swimsuit photo shoot.

In the picture, I was wearing a skimpy swimsuit, leaning seductively by the pool, my wet hair clinging to my skin. The pose was stimulating.

I immediately messaged Vivian, begging her to delete it. She ignored me, continuing to chat with the guys.

Finally, she sent me a mischievous emoji and replied, [Why so shy? There are plenty of guys here, and most of them hit the gym regularly. Surely one of them has more to offer than David.

[I'm doing this for your own good. Trust me, I've already scoped them out. You'll thank me later!]

It was too late when I realized the photo couldn't be retracted. Frustrated, I gave up trying.

Still, knowing my private photo was now ogled by a bunch of strangers left a strange itch in my heart. Vivian's teasing words echoed in my mind, and before I knew it, I'd agreed to join the group for the weekend cycling event.