{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"d4007d93-5c43-4ac9-9e03-54b7e741322f","seriesId":"777a55ee-0bc3-48ef-bb7c-a1c25884d6e0","seriesName":"Broken Flowers","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-03-11T01:56:29.723Z","title":"The Greatest Thrill","slug":"the-greatest-thrill","shortId":"Cq2WNBmv","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"An adrenaline junkie is obsessed with recapturing an incredible feeling she experienced in her reckless youth, but her desperate need might cost her dearly. This is a stand-alone story. Themes include extreme sports, self-inflicted injury and snuff.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"9aba3428-e168-479b-ba09-78b96265b645","title":null,"summary":"Broken Flowers: The greatest thrillIt was a cold day, with clear skies and crisp air. I was holding ","wordCount":1946,"readTime":10,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Broken Flowers: The greatest thrill

It was a cold day, with clear skies and crisp air. I was holding my hands up, at my side like imploring the gods of the heavens. My feet were so close to the very edge of the dizzying cliff that only my heels were actually touching the rock. And the gusts of wind were dangerously pushing me towards the abyss, as if the universe was telling me to take the leap. Beneath me, more than a thousand feet of a straight drop. If I would Iean forward by just an inch then… oh I felt a tingle between my legs… more than a tingle, I was getting very wet and the day hadn’t even started… What was wrong with me?

- “Madelyn, are you sure you’re alright? You know I don’t like it when you do that!” a familiar voice yelled behind me.

- “Can you feel the mountain calling us?” I replied, smiling but still lost in my thoughts. Today was finally going to be perfect.

- “Sure it is… Then help me out and let’s get ready!” He replied in a dry tone, finally breaking the spell.

I shrugged and hopped back towards the van, where a large group of people was getting everything ready. Today was a big day, we had signed to shoot a commercial video for our energy drink sponsor.

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Rodger had been my boyfriend, and my extreme sports partner for two years now. Together, we had donned wing-suits and base-jumped the most famous spots in the world, the Rockies, Norway, even China. We had met at the X-Games in San Francisco when he accidentally stumbled on me while I was changing clothes behind my team’s van. He had caught me literally with my pants down, my hairless crotch exposed and he had taken a generous look at my intimate gold ring, the pig! I had slugged him right in the nose, sending the poor thing bleeding to the first aid tent. He didn’t hold it against me and two hours later we were rocking the back of the van, snuggly tucked between heaps of tarps, ropes and backpacks.

He was a great guy and a blast to be with, but he always was more into me than I was into him. He was the sweetest, complimenting me on my hard body, and cautious never ever mention the size of my feet or my butch hands. And he was sincerely maintaining that my tits were perfect, even though to me they looked like a chubby boy’s pecs in the mirror. In any case I liked him enough to let him slide his thing between my legs once in a while, at least at the beginning. But if I’m perfectly honest, even from the start, to me he really was the gateway to a new world of extremes, and my search for the greatest thrill.

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The thrills and I, now that was a love story to write home about. Since I was a girl, my friends and I were always running, fighting, and playing rough. When the time came for every girl I knew to start wearing make-up and blush in front of boys, I just became more of a loner and never caught that train. Not that I was into girls either, I just preferred the outdoors, being active, pushing my limits. And so I grew up with few friends, but there was always a tree to climb higher, a trail to hurtle down faster with my old bike. It gave me chills, butterflies in my stomach in a way no boyfriend could.

My first orgasm was, sadly, with myself. I was never great with people, so maybe this was bound to happen. But the way it happened was… well messed up and I never told anyone, not even Rodger. I was nineteen, by that time I owned a decent mountain bike, and boy did I push it to the max. Until one day I got way too reckless, speeding downhill, and a fateful rock in the middle of the trail sent me flying into the trees and tumbling down a steep ravine. It all happened so fast. I ended-up on my back, head down in an impossible pose, dizzy but I was fine, I thought. For a long moment I felt fine. And then pain from my left wrist and my right ankle started to fade-in, like a sadistic hand was slowly turning up the volume of an excruciating high pitch scream.

There was a moment though, a sweet-spot of sorts, as the pain was slowly increasing, and while the adrenaline was pumping through my veins when it felt… incredible. My right hand, bruised but still functional, instinctively snuck beneath my cycling shorts and had started to rub between my legs. I was wet, my guts were in a knot and my mind was both there and a thousand miles away. And here in the dirt, half-broken, I had a magnificent, sublime orgasm. It only lasted until the unbearable pain in my left arm and right leg skewered me back to reality. But at that moment, it was absolute bliss. Later, on the stretcher, being loaded in the first responder’s truck, I remember how wrong it felt to admit to myself that… it was worth it. A few months after I got my button pierced with a little gold circlet set with a small rock, to remember the time when I touched the heavens.

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I have been chasing that bliss ever since, without success. Once while rock climbing I missed a grip in an overhang, my partner had the rope too loose and I dropped down until the rope latched, giving me a serious kick in the groin. That earned me a few tingles, but no ecstasy. The closest I got was during my skydiving training. It was my twelfth jump, beautiful skies and a great day, except my main parachute did not open. I panicked and pulled on the release like a maniac at first, but then a wave hit me and I felt the bliss coming. I relaxed and took the feeling in. The air around me, the ground below me, nothing was real, everything was just feeding my growing pleasure. I felt the heat in my gut, the throbbing between my legs, my hand crept toward my golden piercing. I would have ripped the damn jumpsuit and the harness if I could. Not able to get myself over the edge, I snapped out of it at the very last moment and it saved my life. I pulled the reserve parachute and landed with only a few scratches and bruises.

After that experience, I went through a dry spell and I even thought this obsession was behind me. After all, It had nearly killed me, surely any remotely sane person living through this experience would be cured! It was about the time I met Rodger and my life almost felt normal. I liked him, he was affectionate, I even was getting pleasured by a man, the normal way. But soon we got into wing-suits, at first from a plane, and finally we base-jumped. And the need came back. On our second jump, I brushed a rocky crest by a few feet, the air wall almost knocked me out and I felt it in my loins. It was muted but it was there, very close.

After tasting this, every other life pleasure turned bland. Even sex with Rodger became boring, and then over time borderline repulsive. It just couldn’t compare to my pure, untainted, immaculate and orgasmic feeling of bliss. Eventually I even felt dirty when he touched me with his thing. I lost all interest and it just reminded me of a gross uncooked hot-dog.

I knew from my parachute experience that my pleasure would need a bit of help, so In secret I bought a toy, one that I could control with my watch. It was weird at first, the toy looked more like a tech gadget and pushing it up my vag was awkward, like inserting a TV remote inside me. But it did the job wonderfully. Our flight routes were well planned, so I could set it on a timer and trigger it when jumping. It would start slow, ramp-up and shake me during my close call with the mountain. I could feel the pleasure building up, and getting so close, so very close to the bliss. I could smell it, almost taste it. But each time it escaped my grasp and just made me want it more. Soon after I craved like a junkie unable to get a fix.

Rodger was finding me more distant, less expressive… Little did he know about the void growing in me, along with my need and my frustration. It was building up wider and deeper with every near miss. It became more and more unbearable until finally, it drove my resolve, I realized what I wanted, what I truly needed

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And here we were on the shooting day, surrounded by the crew and the sponsors, and with Rodger smiling for the camera. I was smiling too, a first in a long time because I knew today I would experience bliss again. I was so wet with anticipation, I even started my toy early, on a low setting, to calm my nerves. It felt so good, me secretly getting an intimate massage in the middle of the crowd. I got self conscious and worried that something would show in my crotch, betray me and expose me, but that shame made me even more horny. We got ready, everything checked up. We got a thumbs up from safety, from weather, from the sponsor, and finally from Rodger. And down we went, I jumped first and Rodger followed right on my tail.

First was the drop, gaining tons of speed, definitely not for the faint hearted. And then a sharp pull and we were flying like two fighter jets below enemy radar. Following the creeks, the drops and the valleys. We were a just blur in the sky for the pristine and peaceful world beneath us. The ridge would be here soon, and my loyal toy slowly ramped up, while the crisp and cold air was burning my face. The buzz was loud, the butterflies in my stomach had turned into a mass of Monarchs ready to ascend in the light. It was building in me. It felt so powerful. The rocky ridge was racing towards me. I turned my head and looked towards Rodger, he smiled at me for a fraction of a second. And then I did it, in a sudden gesture I brought both hands to my chest. I saw Rodger’s face freeze in horror, as I fell into a spin.

The orgasmic bliss hit me just as hard as my body hit the wall of rock. It exploded in a million stars and galaxies, or maybe it was my body that did, I don’t know… I don’t know anything anymore. I think I see a little bit of sky in the corner of my eye, the rest is white. My body is… I don’t know… entangled…contorted…broken? There is a hazy white noise… everywhere in my brain… where there should be words, where I should know things… it is just light and silence, with a faint background noise… so far and muted… There is a place where I feel small waves of pleasure in the whiteness… where does it come from? Something is still buzzing. It is inside me… yes, here are the waves, they feel good, they feel blissful, they are getting louder. Maybe I can feel it again, just one more time, before the darkness covers it all.

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