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Long Ride
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Long Ride I just finished a 12 hour trek from warm climates down South and as I'm returning home the long stretch fashions a fantasy in my mind so I call you at my next rest interval. You're willing and ready as your desires have been denied for some time. I pull up in your yard and I'm taut and intensified by the high speed endurance test of my journey. It's cold and rainy, but my body and bike are hot and insulated by the leather and helmet encapsulating me from head to toe. Your standing in the door frame in nothing but one of my dress shirts you pulled out of the hamper because it had my essence in the weave and the hint of my fading cologne you adore. The shirt is large, but it barely covers your erotic jewels because it's raised by your full breasts heaving with anticipation and the curvaceous shape of your hips and hind quarters which causes the shirt to give short purchase on a sinfully deadly body for which it was never meant. You know that pisses me off and enthralls me at the same time. I'll never get the impression of those nipples out of the fabric and there goes another hand tailored custom piece that ends up in your fucking inventory that I'll never see again except in a wad at your ankles or in tattered shreds if I can't control myself. C'est la vie, c'est la guerre. Even though it's cold your body temperature causes you to ignore caution. You step outside to meet me. The foliage and semi-remoteness of your home gives ample illusion of privacy for all those but the most intrusive neighbors, but it's not sound proof. You know the deal. There aren't words and there's no respite for the rage in our loins. I remove nothing not even the helmet. I sweep you off your feet in one fluid motion with the energy supplied by my anger and lust. I place you on the saddle of my bike facing backwards. The heat from the engine wafts up around your body keeping you warm. I remove the binders strapping my dry bag to the tail and secure each of your wrists to opposite ends of the grips. I reach into a cargo pocket and snap open a long razor sharp blade I keep for "just so" purposes. Your body tenses and you hold your breath slightly. I slice buttons off one by one until the shirt falls open and to the sides. Your back is arched and your ample breasts are offered heavenwards as the cold air causes the pierced rubies at the pinnacles to become dense and spiked. Every touch of the gold bars bells extending through them sends electric shocks through your nervous system causing your clitoris to stand on end in anticipation. You're fully exposed and your clean shaven swollen lips steam in the cold mist. I straddle the bike’s saddle in riding position and unzip my jacket and pants. My fully engorged cock almost launches out of my leather pants and I slide first the marble hard head and then the steel solid shaft slowly and easily into your hot moist cunt. I use the knife to cut my<b> spandex </font></b>shirt through the middle and cast the blade aside as I cover your body with mine to provide you with warmth and I feel the cold metal nipple piercings against my chest. I started thrusting deep into you with unrestrained force. You gasp and squeal with pain and pleasure as you wrap your legs around my back. I reach forward and flick the engine starter and the powerful motor roars to life as the bike torques with the initial horsepower. You stare with burning intensity into a black visor. You can't see my face, but you know I'm wearing a sadistic grin and I'm watching the persona of madness spread across yours with each wave of ecstasy from the orgasms induced with the repeated hilt limiting thrusts of my cock as the head pounds into the bottom of your womb and I twist the throttle for the reverberation of the vibrations the motor transmits through your spine and into your nerve endings heightening and electrifying the sensations. Your exposed clit is rubbing against the smooth leather and it's drumming away at your libido's core. You can't control the tide of orgasms sweeping through you and you strain against the bindings as they bite slightly into your wrists. Another sensation among the many that weaves into a symphony of mind numbing pleasure like a powerful narcotic of eroticism. I finally can hold back no longer and I explode with several final thrusts burying white hot jets of cum into your body emptying me completely of my stored burden. You have soaked my saddle and leather and soon my contribution is running down your tanned thighs. I collapse upon you and we're drained momentarily. Spent and satiated. I remove my helmet and balaclava and throw them to the ground as I drop my head into your breasts and start suckling your nipples and then caressing your pouting lips and mouth. I release your wrists and you run your fingers through my tousled hair as we bask in the afterglow. "Welcome home" you whisper in my ear and I whisper back, "You're cleaning my bike." |
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Now thats what I call a welcome home!!!!!
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Wow you have some talent baby. When can we live out one of your great stories. I would love to be the one in your fantasy to make it reality. Love ya much sweetie!!
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Damn every time i read this it gets me all warm inside. How you been my friend? Hope to chat with you soon if you have the time.
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