CléaI felt my knees squeeze him tight, or was it the warmth of him against my inner thighs that I initially sensed. I held him close, my arms wrapping his figure, my face mere inches from his neck. He was concentrating at the task at hand; after all, it was our first time together.
Our melded figures moved well together. Every muscle in my body clenched and released leaving me in a heightened and sensitised state. I could have closed my eyes to immerse myself in the swelling sensations but I chose to look, to open myself to the experience. I knew I would remain excited all the way, not wanting it to end too soon yet aching for that inevitable gasp of satisfaction.
I felt every bounce reverberate through my body. I looked between my legs in awe. It was so red and smooth, throbbing with need and larger than I had imagined. I wiggled and lowered myself further, screaming my pleasure to the wind. Until we finally stopped. Until the ride was over. Until we removed our helmets and gloves and toasted to our first motorbike ride in the setting sun.
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Do one on a fried-out combie!
Yowsers, I didn’t see the motorbike aspect of this post coming. Ducati right? Wow, that was pretty hot even with the bike as the object of your affection.
Why do I keep thinking of a 69?Got to love the freedom of burning down the roads on a motorbike. It’s one of those moments where you feel so alive, especially when you find the perfect road to go on. Twisting and winding, feeling the roar of the engines under you. Taking in the breathtaking surroundings not sheltered by metal. Sometimes I wish I can close my eyes and take in everything. But then I’d probably crash and ruin the whole wordless moment.
Zen: On a hippie trail head full of zombies?
Egan: I wish! It was a Yamaha, can’t remember the model , except that it was red and throbbing, and quite the object of my lust.
Kami: Because I did the 69 before! This is the 96th post. And nothing like the sensation of almost flying on the road, with someone else at the helm.
I don’t smoke…but I just had a cigarette.
Ha! I was smiling while reading this post because I knew that it couldn’t be about sex but had to be about something just as good. I love your porn star tendencies!
GSR: Please follow me into the Martini Lounge.
EM: Am I that innocent?
Wait… you mention those tendencies. Care to follow me and GSR into the Martini Lounge? Now that’s a first!!
One sentence less and you would have be a contender for Mrs Cake’s “Sugasm” sex blog of the week!
An O’Henry-like twist at the end. Nice!
Feel free to get creative with the Vegamite application.
Yeah, i knew you were just a tease.
Gorilla B: Wow… that would have been an honour.
Jarod: Thank you kindly, *bows head and blushes*
Zen: You’ve tasted Vegemite?! Oh boy, one can get really creative with this after a few Vodkas. Notice I didn’t say wine, only the hard stuff.
Casey: And how did you know that, may I ask?
*flutters eyelids and looks very innocent*
I had a lady friend over recently and she told me I needed a Harley, ( I do not want a Harley) I took her to my Garage and started my street legal KTM and ask her to touch the seat, she did and I said , it vibrates better than a Harley, she agreed. I suppose I need to mount the optional passenger foot pegs.
JW: I have what I call respect for a Harley. We acknowledge each other from a distance. Never had the inclination to ride one. I love red bikes, and Ducatis always make my head turn. Even a red Vespa can catch my attention, but that’s not a real bike.
I once took a girl all over the place on the back of my first bike ( a Yamaha 80 )… I wonder if she enjoyed it half as much as you…
Gboy: I’m tempted to say it depends how long it’s been between rides…
Don’t you think??
Ahhhh… we were too young for all of that stuff. The squidgy vibrating sensation between our thighs was nothing more than a squidgy vibrating sensation between our thighs. All so innocent… and in some ways so uncomplicated. *sigh*
Gboy: I remember those times. My first bike ride was at 13, he was 17. And all I was worried about was coming home with tangled hair and red eyes (no helmets) and explaining it to my parents. *sigh indeed*