It was 21:05 on Monday. The bike needed fuel but he loathed stopping. It had been a long 560 miles to get this far. Twelve hours in the saddle takes its toll and he still had over 400 to go. The neon sign was only partially working - enough that he could read the word "Vacancy." The Gulf sign across the street seemed to be working just fine. He decided he'd...
Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a child, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful c...
In my story, "A Blow Job from A Nice Girl Can Cost You," I wrote about Antonio. Just over 40, divorced, spends weekends in East Hampton, default position is New York City, where he is an options trader. Works hard to remain a jock and it pays off. Blond and good looking usually tanned. To date a guy like that you would imagine I have to put out. Wrong. I do...
Lucy was twenty-four and had never ridden a bike. "That's right Chuck, I can't ride a bike." Chuck was Lucy's coworker, best friend, and sometimes lover. At the moment, they were lounging by the pool at the apartment complex they both lived in. "I thought everyone learned to ride as a child," Chuck said as he rolled his head to the left to look at his best...
Sturgis Rally Biker Bitch I've attended the Motorcycle Rally in Sturgis, South Dakota almost every year for the last three decades. And I've often brought along a "bitch" -- a woman to serve me and service me during the event. But the best bitch I ever had was a gal named Courtney several years back. This is the story of how she came to join me for the rall...
Five minutes before, I'd been driving down the road about a mile away from work and the engine of my car died. Now I was under the hood, poking around an engine compartment that might as well have been a rocket engine, as much as I knew about it. Could never figure out these new-fangled electronic computerized automobiles. Give me something I can work on by...
Finding my One… Having never used a computer for anything but writing papers in college, I was not aware of an online chat until I saw my daughter doing so. She told me about how one could find interesting people online to converse with about many things. So began my journey along this road I am on. Having no Knowledge of the Lifestyle i would venture into...
Two as One In the world of cycling, there is nothing that can quite compare to Tandem Cycling. It is challenging in many ways. Uphill climbs are slow and sometimes painful and the downhills are excruciatingly fast. This in itself can be difficult for a tandem team as you need to be close to equal with comfort levels and trust. Added to that, the need to com...
[This story contains oral, vaginal sex, affection, a bit of exposed sex, and an exploration of the word adventure. There is a motorcycle in the story and if you hate motorcycles and the folk who ride perhaps this isn't a story you would enjoy. No cheating wives/husbands, no orgies, no BDSM. It is in the Mature section because the main characters are sixty ye...
Chapter 6 The American Dream Friday morning became a culmination of events, as the guys looked at an empty lot and nothing to do. Jake had JT and Piney bring their bikes inside and both were given a thorough going over. Every filter was changed, tires changed and set to the right pressure, every point on the bike that moved one way or another, was lubricat...