Sex, motorcycles, and leather

Today I realized just how much of a freak I am. I was washing my motorcycle, cleaning off a season’s worth of dirt and grime, watching the shiny red and black show through the mud. I realized as I was spending this quiet time with my wonderful bike, how much I love it. I was actually getting turned on! Now that was a surprise!

This was sexy, sulty… the leather seat… I can’t describe what it feels like to raise your leg over the saddle and slide across the leather. Placing your feet on the pedals and positioning them to where you can push on them, straddle if you want. I closed my eyes and breathed. I could feel the wind in my face, cool with just a hint of smoke and dirt in the air.

The sun caressing my face, every muscle in my body tight, in shape.  Strong. Powerful.

I opened my eyes and a devilish smile spread across my lips. I could almost taste the adventure. This is sexy. My heart rate increased. I tightened my hands on the grips and my smile grew wider. The bike doesn’t represent adventure; it is adventure.

I think I am seriously in love with my motorcycle.

Now, to go on a ride with someone I really love… the smile got broader.

ssssshhhhh. Don’t tell anyone I posted this.

A parka in Palmer
A symphony of lights
About Maya

My name is Maya, and I wander.


  1. Anonymous says:

    You make me want to buy a motorcycle!


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