Bad Bitches Anonymous (BBA)

The Triple Crown

Lumiére Resort and Casino, Las Vegas – Penthouse Suite

June 15th, 2015 — 12:34 AM

The moment Austin’s lips met mine, every ounce of restraint I had left shattered into a million pieces. His kiss was consuming and possessive an unspoken declaration that from this moment, I belonged entirely to him. His strong hands moved along my body with deliberate, almost predatory intent, fingers curling gently into my hips, guiding me closer. He broke the kiss just long enough to inhale deeply at my neck, running the bridge of his nose along the sensitive curve of my collarbone.

“You smell incredible,” he growled softly, his voice deep, vibrating through my entire body like a shockwave of heat. He traced his tongue slowly up the side of my neck, causing my knees to buckle slightly beneath me. “And you taste even better.”

I whimpered quietly, gripping the back of his head, fingers tangled in his thick, fiery red hair. Austin slid his fingertips under the hem of my dress, dragging sharp nails lightly along my thighs, teasingly scratching my sensitive skin. The sensation shot straight through my core, igniting an intense need deep inside me.

“You like that, Ava?” he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against my ear, teeth grazing my earlobe. “I can smell how much you want me. I could sense it the moment we met.”

I gasped softly as he tugged at my dress, stripping it away to reveal my bare body beneath. His eyes darkened, his gaze traveling over me with hungry approval, a primal desire radiating from his every movement. Austin stepped back briefly, removing his pants and boxer briefs swiftly, revealing a body sculpted from strength dominance and discipline. His c**k thick and impressively hard, commanded my attention immediately.

“Turn around,” he commanded firmly, his voice low with authority.

Without hesitation, I complied, my heart racing with excitement as I felt him move behind me, positioning himself close enough to graze his teeth along the back of my neck. A deep, possessive growl vibrated through his chest, his hands exploring my body thoroughly fingers tracing my curves, nails leaving delicious, subtle marks along my sides and hips. Then he took a firm grip of my hair, pulling it back just enough to assert control, sending electric jolts down my spine.

“You ready for me, baby?” he rasped, aligning himself against me, the heat of him driving my anticipation wild.

“Yes, Austin,” I moaned breathlessly, bracing myself against the luxurious silk sheets. “Please…”

Sliding on the condom, he entered me in one smooth, dominant thrust, filling me completely. My breath caught sharply, sensations overwhelming my senses as he began moving in powerful, commanding strokes, firm, confident, and unapologetically primal. Each stroke was punctuated by him gripping tighter onto my hair, gently pulling, asserting his control and ownership in the most delicious way. I surrendered fully, pushing back eagerly, craving more.

After several blissful moments of Austin setting the rhythm, a surge of boldness rushed through me. I twisted around, pushing him backward onto the plush, king-sized mattress. A cocky smirk spread across his face as he landed comfortably, watching hungrily as I climbed on top, gripping his muscular shoulders tightly.

“My turn,” I whispered, voice filled with newfound power.

“Take what’s yours,” he growled approvingly, hands firmly gripping my hips.

I sank onto him slowly, savoring every inch as he filled me again, perfectly and deeply. Riding him fiercely, I found my rhythm quickly, hips rolling urgently, driven by desire and adrenaline. Austin’s fingers dug possessively into my hips, encouraging my movements as his eyes burned into mine. I felt wild, free, and absolutely unstoppable riding him like my life depended on crossing the finish line first, as if I were competing in the damn Kentucky Derby, racing for the Triple Crown.

The Lake View Hotel Los Angeles, Penthouse Suite 161

Friday, August 22nd, 2025 — 10:44 PM



“Girl, stop right there!” Keisha shouted dramatically, nearly choking on her drink as she cackled. “Did you just say the Kentucky Derby, Ava? b***h, I’m done!”

Toni burst into hysterical laughter, almost toppling off her recliner. “Sis was riding him for the Triple Crown?! Ava, what the hell were you on that night?”

“Shut up! It felt like the appropriate comparison at the time, okay?”

“Appropriate?” Latrixa scoffed, waving her hand. “That was poetic, Ava. ‘Kentucky Derby’ means your ass was racing, riding, and determined to finish first, multiple times.”

Camille shook her head, laughing quietly. “If you’re gonna do it, might as well do it right. And from what I’m hearing, Ava definitely did it right.”

Nia smiled warmly, her laughter gentle but amused. “Honestly, Ava, you deserve a medal. Sounds like you had him just as sprung as he had you.”

Keisha snapped her fingers, grinning mischievously. “Girl, if Austin had that big-d**k energy plus the actual equipment to back it up, your ass was officially dickmatized from the start. Ain’t no shame in being sprung off premium d**k, sis.”

Toni raised her glass theatrically. “To Ava’s Triple Crown moment! Long may she ride!”

“Seriously, though,” Camille interjected, her voice turning more thoughtful, eyes focused gently on me. “Ava, it sounds like you stumbled across something rare. That wasn’t just good s*x, sweetheart. That was a primal predator.”

Toni scrunched her brows, confused. “Okay, hold up. Somebody needs to explain. What exactly does ‘primal predator’ mean? Are we talking animal planet-type s**t or what?”

Camille chuckled softly, leaning back as she adjusted her glasses. “Yes, Toni, exactly that. Primal dominance refers to people, often men, who tap into their raw, animalistic instincts during s*x. They’re highly instinctual, passionate, protective, territorial, and unapologetically dominant. For primals, s*x is a full sensory experience: tasting, biting, marking, claiming their partner.”

“Oh, hell yes,” Keisha whispered dramatically, fanning herself with exaggerated flair. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Ava, you telling me your ass found the human equivalent of a mythical s*x unicorn, and you didn’t marry that man immediately? You were in Vegas b***h! There is a chapel on every corner.”

“Trust me, I considered it,” I admitted sheepishly.

Latrixa raised her glass. “Ava, no wonder you never fully let him go. You got yourself marked and didn’t even know it. He branded you, girl just as much as you branded him.”

“Damn,” Toni murmured. “So, this wasn’t just s*x. Y’all made a whole soul-tie type connection.”

“Exactly,” Camille confirmed. “Men like Austin true primal dominants are rare. Finding one is special. Letting go of one, Ava, is almost impossible.”

I exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of her words in my heart. Camille was right. My first night with Austin had been more than s*x it had been a collision of souls, a bond forged in passion, dominance, and an intimacy that forever altered my understanding of what it meant to be truly connected to someone. No wonder, after all these years, I was still dangerously hooked.