There I was minding my own business on the interstate when he went speeding by.
Broad shoulders, heavily muscled arms bare, the faintest hint of black ink against his dark skin.
Narrow hips followed by hard thighs gripping his bike.
Leaning forward, focused.
Suddenly I was there.
He was leaning over me, focused.
Hands planted beside my shoulders
Arms braced.
Chest taut.
Abs hard and gleaming.
My legs, so pale around his dark hips, gripping tight.
My heels dug in, urging him on.
My hands clutching, sliding off those hard thighs.
God what a ride.
6 comments:
You should warn me before I read stuff like that. I'm a work!! :-) :-) :-)
Well it is Thursday and it is titled Fantasy...and I am not at work!
ohhh yeah, I get it believe me I get it I dooooo...
Beautiful beautiful fantasy oh I love it (is it hot in here?).
Man I looooove how you write.
Please write more.
DCN-It is an awesome fantasy(the pictures in my mind are even better!) Trust me... there are plenty more where that came from.
yup, right there with you with the rich fantasy life. Sometimes I even embarrass myself.
Spellbound-it's a wonder I was able to drive safely that is for sure!
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