Do I believe in love at first sight? No, but I do believe in lust at first sight. Are women more left-brain or right-brain? Who's to say? Do women let their emotions rule their brains over letting their bodies just do what they were meant to do? It's been said that when men are horny their brain shuts off and their penis does all their thinking. Let me just say I'm not against the occasional quickie, but, as I've gotten o...

I looked up when I heard the deep rumble of the bike turning off the highway. I felt the vibrations in my body when it pulled up behind me at the fast station. I pulled my eyes away from it before the rider turned it off, and watched the money tick up on my gas pump. The rumbling stopped and I sighed, missing the thrum in my body. I glanced back and saw the rider dismount, his thick thigh swinging over the seat as he got...

I’d never forgotten those wild days of young motorcycle sex. In my twenties, astride my motorcycle, my girl’s thighs gripping me as she sat behind me in her skimpy shorts, the vibration between her spread legs driving her wild, my hand reaching behind to stroke her bare legs, cruising the countryside looking for a secluded spot for outdoor sex. I’d thought it was all behind us now I’d been married to that same girl, my wi...

Once every month for two years, Veronica Andrews, a model housewife and mother, escaped from the cage of her familial responsibilities to feed her sexual hunger in secret meetings with a man who understood her needs. She was married to a man who did not. Her breadwinner husband worked hard to provide for her and their two young children, but he had become emotionally and sexually distant after four years of marriage. As t...

A few days later, Mom was working, and Gerty came over to the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in her hand and a plate with a grilled corn muffin and a jar of grape jam. "Hello Jeff, would you do me a big favor?" "It depends on what kind of favor." "Well, I was wondering if this time you could drag my silver half-moon style glasses and beaded chain through my muff, get my cum all over them and let me see you lick them....

I am not a biker chick! First off, my breasts do not sag! Okay, bad joke. I know, but it’s been my go-to line when some idiot makes a crack about me and my Harlie! Yes, I spell it with an ‘ie’, get over it. This time of year, I love riding my Sportster XLH833. No, it’s not freaking pink! Sure, I gave it a girlie name, but I am not riding a pink Sportster! The hills, the sun, the wind, and the winding roads just scream ‘fr...

I woke up excited this morning, anxious to start my day. I was filled with excitement and anticipation after a phone call from my boyfriend last night. Dave asked me if I would go for a ride on his bike. I eagerly consented as it had been years since I was last on a motorcycle and I deeply missed riding behind a man. I had a thing for bad boys and motorcycles, there was still something about them that I found to be erotic...

I’ve been out for a ride through the back hills - enjoying the cool fresh air. But the bike has been making some strange noises and suddenly the engine just stops - like I’d run out of fuel but I’d only just filled it earlier in the morning. I pull to a stop and toss up - who do I call? Hub's is away, the usual gang are on shift at work. And then I remember I met you at a truck stop a few weeks back and we’d exchanged num...

We meet up early one day, both of us on our two-wheeled babies. I ride up and see you already waiting for me. I pull up, hop off and as I walk towards you taking my helmet off, I watch as your eyes roam up and down my legs. “Damn girl it’s good to see you in a pair of pants where I can admire those legs”.I chuckle leaning in to kiss you on the cheek only to have you turn at the last minute and catch my face with tight han...

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...

It was June of 2003. Kelly and I had decided to accept an offer from Lori and Don to visit them in Florida. We had sort of been expecting a twenty-fifth high school reunion and were really let down when we heard that wasn’t happening. Things began with us having sex when we were teenagers and we reconnected at our twentieth. Since then we’d been sharing pics and having phone sex. We were all very anxious to see each other...

It was August of 1998 and I was at my twentieth high school reunion. I had been dancing with my wife, Kelly, and her group of friends when Lori tapped me on the shoulder. I hadn’t seen her since high school and we started dancing. Lori was my second pussy. In between the time we had decided to go on a date and the day of the date, I met Kelly and that changed my life forever. But all through high school, and again that ni...

Riding the bike was the best part of my day! It was a low-rider cruiser with a big loud engine and enough chrome and steel to look mean in any situation. I pulled into the Tim Horton’s parking lot and looked around for a space. It was a busy night and there weren’t many spots left. I considered riding it up onto the walk close to the door and leaving the bike on its stand there. I’d done it in the past many times. Instead...