A few guys started calling it a "biker bar" but I hated that name. I didn't even like it called a bar. I had a pizza café with a nice bar. I served really great pizza. I had a good group of regular customers. Customers came from miles around, some in groups that had their special nights each week. The "Thursday night group" was about a dozen guys from a gate...
As my bike slowed down at the corner, I saw you standing there. Your call to meet me was an unexpected surprise. You step onto the footpeg, and swing your leg over the saddle of my iron horse in one swift move. You melt in behind me, and hold your face to the cool, smooth leather of my jacket. With your arms wrapped tightly around me, I put my bike in gear....
You cross the room to me, your eyes are sparkling with need. "what are you waiting for?" you ask. "For you to tell me what you want." I answer. You reach out as you kneel in front of me. Your small hands caress the soft leather pants I wear. "I want you naked, too." You push my T-shirt up as you stroke my chest, teasing my nipples. I lean forward so you can...
It couldn't have really happened. Could it? Maybe it was just a dream, a twisted result of my uncontrollable desires. Man, my head is killing me. I definitely had way too much to drink last night. As I turn to see Bridgid blissfully sleeping beside me, there is no sign of anything out of the ordinary. I lie in bed and try to think through the fog of my hang-...
Racquel landed in Brisbane. She had a lay-over for several hours and very much wanted to see a new country right away even if Brisbane wasn't a city she would be spending much time in. She went into an airport bathroom, peeled off he panties and stuffed them in her duffle-bag. She put on the long white boots again and a tiny black mini-skirt, a fresh thong...
This story is being written by Jackie as a narrative of her progression from sexually inactive, to widower, to sexual active, to millionaire. Some of the primary characters are older so you may not like stories about older people. Edited by DRGRIFFIN. The 5 female executives compete for sexiest swim suit Monday I went in to swim but spent the rest of th...
WARNING! This story is degrading to women, bikers, and pool tables and may lead to a loss of body fluids. For part of my life I lived with a biker named Zack, or Zeke, or something with a Zee. His real name was Ezekiel Zachary Zanders. I would sometimes call him "Omega Man," but usually called him something that began with the letter zee. I met Zack in At...
I was in Niagara Falls on a holiday. Good town for a good time. You can see historical sites, live theater, visit wine vineyards and stay in some nice hotels. You can also party at some real raunchy strip joints and flop in a seedy motel. Good place to find young American chicks too. Got up early that morning had breakfast overlooking the falls. Grabbed a T...
Hi. My name is Mandy. I would like you to be my guide, and help me make my decisions. You are my conscience and I trust you above all things (there's no reason not to right?). Please, just help me make it through the day. Oh, you want to know what I look like? I guess it helps to put a face. Okay well, first, I'm an eighteen-year-old white latina. I'm about...
Who was Joe Whuzzit? Yep, that's what we wanted to know. Who was that polite, kinky, wealthy man? And why would an obviously sophisticated, educated, well to do person hang out with bikers and Strippers? Why would he look twice at an older married woman? Tuesday, we stopped at one of the bars for a short time. Mostly asking about how safe it was visiting...