Mild Gone Wilde

How far would you go for the man you love?

For Damien Wilde, I’d go way outside my comfort zone. He’s the guy I’ve been chronically crushing on since before I had boobs. Why him? Well, to start with he’s a beautiful, broody, bad-ass (yes, triple threat of hotness) who has a sketchy reputation but has always been sweet to me. I mean, seriously, what woman with working ovaries could resist him? Did I mention he drives a motorcycle? Has tattoos? The perfect amount of facial hair? Abs you could grate cheese on? Check all those boxes. No wonder I’m willing to do just about anything to escape the friend-zone with him.
Unfortunately, he’s completely immune to my charms. Even tricking him into rebuilding my car in high school yielded zero results. After fifteen years of making a fool of myself over him, I was about to give up when I discovered that Damien has a scary, sexy secret. You see, the object of my obsession likes it rough. You know, the down-and-dirty type of sex where you walk funny the next day but can’t stop smiling? Yup, that what he’s into.

The problem is that I’m really not into anything too adventurous. In fact, I’m the poster-girl for vanilla sex. But maybe, just maybe if I play along, he’ll realize that I’m exactly what he’s been looking for all along.

The question is: can I go from mild to wild in just one night without losing my nerve?

If it means he’ll finally really see me as more than a friend, I’ll take that chance.

Warning: Contains (light) rough-sex and (somewhat) questionable consent themes. Stand Alone. HFN with potential for HEA.