Hot 'n Steamy Cycling Club

After my breakup, my best friend encouraged me to join a cycling club.

I quickly came to realize that this was no ordinary cycling group.

To my shock, I stumbled upon my friend, caught up in a moment on her bike, doing something that went far beyond anything I'd anticipated.

Surprisingly, instead of running away, a thrill of anticipation flickered within me.

Because, truthfully… I'd been waiting for a moment like this for a long time.

Ever since Corey Richards and I broke up, I've been in a constant state of gloom.

Not that I was head over heels for him, but the time we spent together was just too good to let go. He was, without a doubt, the most outstanding man I had ever met. Whether it was his stamina or his physique, he was by far the best boyfriend I've ever had.

From our very first date, I felt a kind of pleasure I'd never experienced before, a joy so profound that I was startled by the secret my own body had been hiding.

Turns out, I was born with a craving—for that kind of pleasure.

Once I'd tasted the best of it, I found myself falling more in love with it, over and over again. But I hadn't realized it until I met someone like Corey, someone who was a masterpiece of a man.

After that, there was no turning back. I became insatiable, always wanting more, needing more.

But Corey couldn't keep up with the constant demand for affection, the way I clung to him day and night, and in the end, he chose to leave me.

Since then, I've dated a few other men, but none of them could give me the level of pleasure that he did. None of them came close.

So, I stayed stuck in this melancholy, unable to shake it off.

My best friend, Lisa Hudson, noticed and suggested I try something new to take my mind off him.

"How about coming cycling with me? Maybe after some exercise, you'll be able to let him go," she said. Her eyes gleamed with a strange light, and her smile was a little odd.

At the time, I didn't think much of it. I just assumed she genuinely wanted to help me work through my heartbreak with some physical activity. And since moping around wasn't helping, I agreed to her idea.

Soon enough, I joined a local cycling group through her recommendation.

The group was small, just a dozen people or so, and mostly men. Lisa and I were the only women.

The moment I joined, some jokester in the chat started teasing me. He asked me, the newcomer to share a photo of myself.

I'm not one to share personal things with strangers, so I had no intention of responding to the group's banter. But before I could even react, Lisa went ahead and sent my photo without permission.

"This is my best friend Julie Hart. Gorgeous, isn't she? And she