His body was hungry for weeks. Cold air, frigid women and the restless stirring in his blood was draining his vitality. Finally one day his jaw unclenched when he saw her. A warm, thick head of chocolate hair overtook his senses. That hair was the perfect answer to the chill, he thought. It splashed lovingly across the owner's supple cheeks as she turned he...
*** There are no underage (under 18 years old) sexual relationship in my story! *** A cool breeze is in the air as I ride into her parking lot, fall is in the air. I park and lock up gear and walk to her doorway. Wondering if she ready as I'm 30 Min's early due to the fast bike ride. She opens the door and I stare at her in black leather mini skirt and a s...
Vincent smoothly rolled the throttle of the big Harley Davidson motorcycle as he came out of the curve and started up the next hill. As an engineer in he knew he should gear down so the engine wouldn’t strain, but he loved to feel the big V-Twin but it’s back into the work. The massive torque of the long throwing pistons vibrated through the bike as it slugg...
As a student at college I wanted a bicycle for Christmas. I hadn't past my driving test and even if I had, I couldn't afford to run one with my Saturday job wages. My parents didn't have much money so I didn't ask for an expensive model by name, anything would do. I didn't think they could go far wrong or could they? They did attempt to wrap it with some f...
After reading the story I wrote about Bike Week, Karrie decided to write her OWN version for me. I figured what the Hell, I should submit it to you all. Let her know what you think. We're on our way to Bike Week in Daytona, but we're broke. You've lost your wallet with all our cash. We've already paid for the hotel so we don't have to worry about a place to...
Sue called me and asked me to come over to take pictures of her and her new car. "Sure," I said, "but I get to take some pictures of you and the bike." She agreed, so I packed my camera into a backpack and rode over there on my motorcycle. When I knocked on the door, she opened it wearing yoga pants and a long, baggy T-shirt. She looked like she'd maybe l...
He was on his horn the second the light turned green. I was on my bike in the left turn lane at the intersection of this busy street waiting for the oncoming cars to pass. I hadn't even clipped my shoes into my pedals or started into the intersection before he started laying on his horn. I looked back at him and gave him a "What can I do? There are cars comi...
One of the best feelings is driving fast down a back road in the summer. Messy hair, adrenaline pumping through my body, heart racing, muscles tensing. It's a great way to work through stress and angers of every day life. Well, that is, until you take a sharp turn slightly too fast and move into the other lane not seeing the motorcycle coming towards you. Lu...
CHAPTER 4: Daytona After a week of rising early and having to give Dave a blowjob, I think he realized I was confused and depressed and that's why he got my motorbike out of storage and reinsured when spring rolled around. I used to love motorcycling. I had a dirt bike as a kid, and graduated through various models over the years. I was drawn to sport bikes...
The first five years of their marriage was like an orgy between the two of them. Their friends would laugh when they left a bar or a party early because they all knew Mary and Bud were going home to fuck their brains out. Some days it was even a little embarrassing to the others people when Bud would touch and hold his wife in a very loving way. The men woul...