A truck driver is reluctantly blanched into the world of BDSM and discovers he can’t get enough. Strap in, strap on and haul (his) ass.
I lost a bet to a mate and my motorbike was at stake. In order to win it back my task was to get laid once a month dating online. To make matters worse my mate chose a BDSM site. Given that I’m a truck driver with a heavy schedule it was down to me to seize every opportunity I could in order to be reacquainted with my bike.
Now I knew nothing of Bondage and Sadomasochism when I began this task but my experiences have made me a real convert. I’ve met single mum’s in picnic areas, parked my rig outside professional Dominatrix’s in London, been caught up with posh ladies in the country, played with County level table tennis players in a Travelodge and been kidnapped by a gang of commercial Dommes up North. I regret none of it.
The journey has certainly opened my eyes (not to mention a few other places lol) so it’s time to share it as they say. Sex sells but it looks as if I'll be living in provety for the rest of my life as my experiences sadly involved no sex...no drugs...only flops and spectacular woes...