I owe a debt of gratitude to the Bay Bridge. I live in Oakland, but much of my life takes place in San Francisco. Whether I want to watch a live bondage performance by Lochai and Madison Young or just have a night out at a dungeon I rely on the bridge to get me there. Being without a vehicle (but should you have a 1955 or 1957 Chevy Bel Air I would be happy to take it off of your hands) I tend to spend a lot of time on BART. I wonder if the construction workers in 1933 thought that the double decker suspension bridge they worked on would be an essential compenent of my sex life in 2008?

I remember a 4th of July not too far back when I was leaving a barbeque with friends a little drunk and quite a bit aroused. There was something about hitting the lower deck and looking out at fireworks that made me feel compelled to stick my hand into my pants. It was the view, it was the sensationalism of masturbating above the ocean, and distracting my driver that made me do it. I sometimes wonder if anyone noticed me frantically racing the clock to make my own muscular firework before I hit the Oakland harbor. Not everyone spends their commute singing along to top 40 hits. For the record, I was able to cum twice.

I’ve also been excited by hugging onto the driver of a motorcycle taking risks and weaving a bit through the traffic on the Bay Bridge. To start, I’m already turned on when I’m on a motorcycle. It’s not just the vibrations, although they are nice with the right pipes, but it’s also the closeness between a driver and a passenger. When you add on the tunnel lights and the cold wind of speed and ocean wind I practically feel high. I always want my driver to kick it up a notch and make me squeeze my thighs tighter around them. I forget the cold, but I can smell wet leather. I think of the lack of a safety net, I rely on the competency of someone who must not only be very good at what they do but also their skills as a psychic defensive driver. I can taste the trust I put into another person when I willingly asccept the blows they give me in a hard SM scene.

Every time I head westbound I fantasize about hanging in suspension on its crossbeams. Everytime my BART train ducks into a tunnel in Oakland to dip so deeply into the earth that an ocean sits above it I wonder if I could get off before I hit the Embarcadero. Maybe I’m just a size queen. Maybe those massive cables and hard steel trigger something for me in the core of my erotic brain.

If it weren’t for the hard and dangerous work of very courageous construction workers I would have a hard time hoooking up with anyone in the city. Sometimes the time line I’m faced with can be frustrating. As much as I enjoy a nice roll in someone’s bed, I hate the idea of having to spend the night because the trains have stopped running. Sometimes it’s the perfect escape. As much as I may bemoan the time line of BART, without it I wouldn’t have had a fraction of the adventures I’ve been lucky to have. How is it I got myself involved in planning session for a consensual kidnapping and gangbang? How was it that I was able to meet a number of exciting lovers that I allowed to coerce me into licking a stun baton? The east bay is severely lacking in events where people wear leather chaps.I need a quick and easy way to get to the place where the action is happening.

If you too use the Bay Bridge to commute or are among my cohort of early morning commuters smuggling coffee on BART you should know that I can often be spotted reading erotica, checking my sexy text nessages, planning a way to do some guerilla bondage utilizing the handle bars, or just flat out wishing that the attactive person sitting next to me might brush up against my body. It never gets old for me and as much as I appreciate a daily review of the New York Times I would much rather make something completely mundane for the locals turn into an erotic encounter. No, I may not want to be heading to work at 8:00AM but I do have be there. Why not do something to enhance the inevitible?

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Posted on December 23rd, 2008
Posted by Miss Maggie Mayhem