Thursday, July 16, 2009


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.


Nej said...

You should warn me before I read stuff like that. I'm a work!! :-) :-) :-)

Brook said...

Well it is Thursday and it is titled Fantasy...and I am not at work!

Dark Cloud Nine said...

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.

Brook said...

DCN-It is an awesome fantasy(the pictures in my mind are even better!) Trust me... there are plenty more where that came from.

Spellbound said...

yup, right there with you with the rich fantasy life. Sometimes I even embarrass myself.

Brook said...

Spellbound-it's a wonder I was able to drive safely that is for sure!