Last year, I decided to spend a weekend in Portrush, while the North West 200 motorcycle races were taking place. I wasn't really interested in watching the races, but there are lots of other things to do and I enjoy mingling with other bikers. I gave my old Ariel 650 a good check over and on Friday evening, I set out from Belfast on my sixty-mile journey. I was six miles from Portrush when I noticed that the bike was han...

“Are you sure this is the path, Pete?” Assumpta bit back her finest Irish obscenities as brambles ripped another hole in her green tights. Admittedly, if she had to become a fairy for her best friend’s summer art project, a punk one in a shredded dress was more her style, though a pixie would have been more appropriate for prancing around Cornwall and suited her short black hair better. “No,” Peter admitted, holding the n...

“Do you like my shorts, Daddy?” Heather asked one summer evening as she posed, standing before her stepdad Caledon who sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was staring at her hand that was sliding down her bare belly onto the stretchy fabric of her very short tight gray shorts. She moaned at how pleasurable the fabric felt as she rolled her hips, both hands now on her thighs. Her hands converged at the middle. …Where...

Smelly Little Tranny Mutant John tells me not to shower before I come over because he wants to smell the real me. Ever loyal and thorough, I spend the Friday before I visit him in a series of nerve-wracking sales meetings that burn my deodorant off in seconds. I then head out for a few drinks with workmates, which inevitably turn into quite a lot of drinks. At the end of the evening, I cop off with a barman who’s had his...

I was walking home along Route 39 out by the chicken farms and I was pissed. Steve and I had been at the lake necking and I was more than good with a little kissy-face with him. What I wasn't good with was Steve suddenly whipping his thing out and pushing my head down on it. A fist to his balls ended his romantic evening plans. Furious, I grabbed my purse and stormed out of his car. And Steve had the nerve to call me a bi...

I had an accident, I fell off my bike on my last ride in Novermber.  The pedal caught something and over I went.  No damage other than my pride and a couple of scrapes.  Two months ago the cold weather hit and my bike stays in my unheated garage. I don't go out there often, it's cold.  Today I found a dildo stuck to my bicycle seat with a sign: "To help you stay on." I need to figure out which of my lunatic friends did th...

This incident happened in 1983 on my first trip to the West Coast on a motorcycle. I had traveled into Mexico, and stayed there for a few days. After leaving four days later, I decided to ride the Mexican side of the border to Yuma AZ. When I arrived, I found a little motel that was almost completely empty and checked-in at 4 pm. My plans were to head to San Diego the next morning before daylight. I showered and went acro...

Tank leaned on the bar, enjoying the feel of a cold bottle in his hand, the taste of beer on his tongue, and the friendly chaos of the clubhouse where he and his brothers went to unwind. Classic rock ‘n’ roll thumped and wailed out of the jukebox. Drunken laughter and the clack of pool balls echoed around him. Neon signs advertising every manner of alcohol decorated the walls, glowing in a riot of colors behind a haze of...

Adam stood there on the Manhattan Beach pier enjoying the unseasonably warm springtime day. He was soaking up the sun and taking a break while trying to cool off from his intense midday bike ride. He pulled off his bike jersey and the blazing sun felt good on his bare skin. The water looked tempting but instead, he was enjoying watching four young women clad in skimpy bikinis frolicking nearby playing volleyball. He norma...