Veronica walked into the room. She had just finish working out and was dripping with sweat. She was a sexy Mexican woman and all ways been a bit of a bad girl. She was nymphomaniac sense she was 13 and had a mean side to her. She was 55 years old. She had gray hair that was cut down to her shoulders. She sometimes wore it in a bonnet She had a smoking body....
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...
I'm on the email list of the local nudist resort and weekly I receive an email outlining the activities for the upcoming week. Most of the functions take place on the weekends and the latest email offered a biker day on Saturday. It proclaimed that all should wear their biker gear and stay for the dance that evening. I ride a big powerful sport touring bike...
STAVE ONE -- After the Party "Sheena! Wake up! It's 7:30!" She tugged at her girlfriend's arm -- hard. In denial and despite the urgency in her voice, Sheena's body declined a suitable response. "Sheena Zayed!" Alya's tone, upping itself from double-quick to double-quick and shrill, jarred the sleepy girl from her fuzzy haze, which, slowly fading, prompt...
She awoke from her deep sleep and her mouth was dry. It tasted like a sweaty bear's armpit and she tried with limited success to encourage saliva into her mouth. She licked her dry lips needing a drink. "What a night!" She groaned and looked around her surroundings and groaned. Yet another room she didn't recognise! Sleeping bodies were strewn on the fl...
I arrived at the rally bathed in glorious summer sun. There were more than 300 bikes expected to attend this year, and if last year’s rally was anything to go by no one would be disappointed. I unpacked the Harley and pitched the tent in the corner of the field. It was early afternoon and there were only three other tents rigged. I sipped a beer as I admire...
It was the Friday afternoon, before the Holiday Weekend, and I was driving the car to the ‘Biker Rally’ and ‘Rock Festival’, when I realised that I had a ‘slow puncture’. My husband, Craig, had set off earlier, on his new Honda 750. My mobile phone couldn’t receive a signal, so all I could do was sit by the side of the road; smoke a cigarette and wait for h...
Alex had cleared space on her busy calendar in order to leave work early. Clay had recently issued orders to meet him at a biker bar in the San Fernando Valley. She was not accustomed to taking orders, especially from an aggressive male, but there are exceptions to everything. Three nights ago, her relationship with a fellow realtor changed dramatically. C...
Mousy Wife in Slutty Dress at Biker Bar "Honey, you know how I have been trying to convince you to dress more, uh, provocatively when we go out?" asked Milton, gulping with nervousness as he addressed his wife, Sophie. "Um, yes. But you know I'm not that kind of woman, dear," said Sophie softly, looking down at her tea as she stirred it. "But you have suc...
PART I The large truck window reached almost down to his knees. The figure of a hand carved wooden gnome in a red hat lay on the dashboard, a souvenir trinket. The smooth surface was blotched with dirt stains. A cleaning rag next to it had reached the critical point of containing more dirt than it was willing to absorb. A few paper wrappers lay on the passe...