Showing posts with label speed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label speed. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 January 2010

Good Vibrations


Let me introduce you all to my pride and joy.
She's a Yamaha FJR 1300 motorbike. Black
Thunder is her name. Having fun and going fast is
my game. So Spiky if you're wondering what my baby looks like, I can just imagine you
clad in tight black leather sitting on her back!
Hold on tight babe, wrap your arms around my waist, as I open up the throttle with the sun upon our backs and the wind in our face..0 to 60 in 5 seconds we will race. Top speed is 186 mph but on these small roads I 'll take it steady until we hit the open roads then hold fast my lovely, this is when the fun begins. I'll take you on a journey from A to B and everything in between will be fantastic. But for now she is under cover locked away and warm, this cold weather plays havoc with the body. Winter is a time for taking the car and leaving my baby behind. Sit astride my beauty, feel the vibrations between your legs.. with the thought of you babe wrapped around my waist, I'm starting to go into over drive... with these thoughts.... I bet you just can't wait?

Sunday, 8 November 2009

Black Thunder

Hey Spiky ~ just to let you know that I have a special place on the back of my motorbike, a comfortable black leather seat reserved for your cute ass. That ride I promised you, on my beast of a bike, well here she is in all her shining glory. Her name is 'Black Thunder' she's fast, sexy, dangerous, but I like to live dangerously. So what do you think of her? She's totally ME. You and I will have so much fun on her, riding off in the summer sun, picnic packed in my top box, the sun on our backs and the wind in our faces. We'd find some secluded lake and go skinny dipping, relax in the midday sun, make love under the trees, we will go anywhere we please babe. This baby can shift, top speed 180mph...awesome, totally awesome. I can just imagine you in full black leathers, round your cute bod!! The scent of a gorgeous woman holding on tight to my waist as I swerve round the country lanes of England....... corn fields ripe, the sunny haze. Don't you just love the colour black? It holds so many secrets, so much power. Just a little insight to the secret life of Indigo on her beast of a bike, a bike made for two.... me and you Spiky...... just me n you.

Saturday, 13 September 2008

Speed Demon

The sky was painted black. The sun was hot upon my back. I climbed upon my trusted steed, with the wind in my face, I smiled. Turned the ignition, the engine burst into life... with a delicate throb between my thighs, I rode off into the sun. It wasn't long before I was speeding down the free way, not a care in my head. I felt the tickle of my mobile in my leather jeans pocket. Checking my mirror, I indicated and pulled into the to road, knocked her into neutral and slowed to a stop. I had one message on my phone.. it read ' I'm ready and waiting for a ride, pick me up at 10'clock,-I'll be waiting in the usual place, don't be late.' The heat of the throbbing engine rose between my thighs, I smiled and chuckled to myself. I have a hot date with a woman. The sun was rising in the sky, the heat was rising in my groin. I checked my watch, 9.58a.m, I pulled into the lay by and sure enough you were there, waiting for me. I smiled beneath my visor, put her into neutral and brought her to a rest, kicked down my side stand. Nervous of what was to come, the anticipation warming my flesh. ' Hi ' I grinned at you. I dismounted the bike, turned to face you. Your black leather trousers fitted you s tightly I could've sworn they were painted on, touching every inch of your fit body. Taking off my crash helmet, my golden hair falling in a ribbon of gold down my back. You smiled at me. I smiled back, wanting to take you there and then. We talked of where we were going that morning, what route to ride. Lunch was packed, with all varieties of luxuries awaiting to be devoured, along with her body; my appetite was hungry, my love for her was growing with every moment spent. ' Let's ride, the sun is warm, the weather... ideal for today, let's not spend another day talking... you smiled and we mounted the bike. The throb of the 1300cc engine sent tingles through my loins. You climbed on and held me around my waist. I found it hard to concentrate, but I did. I opened up the throttle, slowly, tempting the bike, holding on with my thighs. The scenery is beautiful, green fields, trees, lakes. I could feel the heat rising in my loins, my pussie started to mimic the engines noise. I tried to adjust myself but you clung so close to me. Relaxing my seat without you noticing; I felt your hands slip, lower toward my thighs. My jacket had risen up with the speed of the bike, the wind causing an updraft. I smiled to myself, licking my lips. A cool draft flew into my pants, I looked quickly looked down, not wanting to take my eyes of the road, not wanting to lose concentration. Your hands had slipped into my trousers and you were sliding your right hand into my boxers. I wanted to stop the bike, climb off and fuck you there and then, but the thrill of being played with at high speed was so much more sexual. I had to lift my visor up, I was starting to steam up. My nipples became erect rubbing against the t-shirt I was wearing. My breasts became firm. Trying to rock against your hand, leaning backward for better access for your hand. With the contrast of cold wind and the warmth of your fingers rubbing against my clit, I was sure to crash. The faster your hand rubbed the faster the bike seemed to travel... I was starting to cum. Trying to hold on with my thighs to steady the machine... I came with a cry of shear euphoria, my thighs trembling... with an aching in my breasts, wanting to break free. An awesome feeling of losing control.. but not losing control. I want to kiss you, I let go of my left hand and slide between her thighs behind me; squeezing her flesh beneath the black leather, a promise of what is yet to cum.

Friday, 11 July 2008

Time to say goodbye

Tomorrow I will be handing over my dear friend Dragonfly, my trusted friend my Honda deauville 650cc motorbike, in a part exchange for my new bike. I'm kind of sad, I always get attached to my bikes, like my cars, but I don't name my cars-just my bikes. Well you've seen the photograph on my blog... I actually get to bring the new bike home tomorrow. I would like it to be a nice day, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a dry journey. I shall say my goodbyes tomorrow just before I ride her for the last time, she's been a great piece of mechanical brilliance and never let me down, pitty people can't be like that.. never letting us down! I have to make room in my life for new beginnings. I know that once I get to grips with the Yamaha FJR 1300 aptly named ' Black Thunder,' I will love riding her. I will have to run her in, go steady for at least the first 200 miles, that shouldn't be too difficult, I'm not a stupid rider, I'd like to class myself as a sensible rider. I had a near miss the other day in the car park at work, some silly bugger didn't stop to see what or who was coming around the corner, it happened to be ME!! I slammed on the brakes, she kind of hit her brakes and we managed to miss one another... her explanation was " Oh sorry duck I didn't see you!" ... That's the main problem with prats in cars, they have tunnel vision and don't look out for any other road users..
For god sake it's a big enough bike ad I was wearing bright yellow fluorescent jacket, how the hell could she MISS me? Anyway, I can't make excuses for the idiots on the road who don't recognise us bikers, they should be given a test to see how they would cope in an accident with a biker or better still how to avoid having the accident in the first place! I will love and care for my new baby, she's brand new. I've had an alarm fitted, data chipped,heated handle bar grips, top box suitable for two crash helmets, and the addition of intercom, so I can talk to any passengers I decide to take on board. I'm quietly excited, tired more likely. I've been up since 5a.m-having started work this morning at 6a.m.

Saturday, 28 June 2008

Highway 69

The weather had turned out nice, with a cool breeze, high cloud. Ideal biking weather. I climbed into the shower, the heat of the water wakening my senses, showering me with tiny goose bumps, my face wet and the water running down my ample breasts. I lathered the flannel, chasing the out line of my thighs down to my toes. As I bent down to wash my feet, the water ran down and beneath my breasts, the liquid dangling off my nipples, the droplets of water hitting the bath. I dragged my hands down the length of my body, flicking them out wards, grabbing the towel and stepping out of the bath to dry myself. The towel was rough, dry from hanging outside in the wind, the only way I like to be dried, roughly! I moisturise my skin all over with some scented body lotion, the delicate perfume lingerers in the air, awakens my senses. I inhale the smell. Taking my black leather trousers form the wardrobe, I feel the weight, dragging my feet one at a time into them. Mmmmm.. I just Lurve the smell of black leather, no other colour smells quite the same, it has to be black, it oozes power, passion, excitement!!! I'm almost ready for my journey, heading out on the highway looking for adventure what ever comes my way.. I was born to be wild!! I take a brief glance at my wrist watch, checkin the time, checkin I have enough fuel, yeah I do. I grab my keys, de-activate the alarm and climb on to my brand new beast of a machine. She's hot, she's ready and she's mine.
The smell of petrol, the throb of the engine, she trembles between my thighs, pure energy.
I hit the indicator glance left and turn right, acceleration is just a flick of my wrist away. Down the free way for the first twenty miles, a straight road, no traffic, time to see what she's really made of?! I rip back the throttle and take her to the limit, the wind's in my hair, and I've left all my worries behind me. The shear power of this bike excels itself beyond anything I've ever known. I lose my concentration and slip into auto pilot for a split second My mind isn't where it should be, on the road. I'm humming rock music, but I can hear sirens, as my mind returns to the matter of the situation I realise I'm being tailed by a cop car. The sirren hollows the air followed by a blue light. I pull over to the side of the road, turn my ignition off and await the officer. To my surprise a female officer steps out of the patrol car and strutts her way over to where I'm parked. " Step away from the bike " a strong southern accent. I climb off my bike and move a steps away. The sun is in my eyes so I don't get a good look of who I'm talking to. The female officer has long dark hair held together at the ack of her head with several pins, in a bun. Her complexion is clean with an olive type skin and very pretty. She grabs hold of my upper arm, man handling me with some force. She points to the patrol car, dragging me toward it. I follow her with haste trying to keep up, but she's too strong for me, I stumble and fall over.
Feeling awkward and hot form the days sun, I wipe my brow with my hand. My breasts are hot and I am thirsty. As I move nearer to the car, I can see she is smiling, but I decline from getting chatty. My throat is dry. My groin however is sweaty, my pussie twitches for some attention, I need to pee!... " Eerr excuse me officer but I need to go to the bathroom!" She throws my arm away and points at a large cactus at the side of the road. " If you need to go to the bathroom then you'll have to make do with that " and points her finger at the cactus. I stumble toward the prickly thing, fumbling at the buttons on my leather trousers. Not taking much notice as to who might be watching me, I bend my legs yank down my blt's, desperate to pee I let go of a hot flood or yellow steaming liquid, the relief is beautiful. " Arghhhhhhhh... ni-ce. " As i stand up I look round only to find the officer with her hand down her trousers, and 'playing ' with herself. I fumble with my zipper, smiling to myself, I walk slowly back to the cop car. She pushes me up against the door... " Spread 'em bitch." She kicks my ankles hard, my feet lose their grip on the loose gravel. I grab a hold of the door frame, stopping myself falling further to the ground. She runs her hands over my body as though she's looking for drugs?! She grabs my shoulder and swings me around, my back hits the door with a bang, my legs falling from beneath me, but she holds me tight. Our eyes meet, her hands pulling at my jacket, and slowly she pulls down the long zip, exposing my bra less breasts,trapped beneath the fabric, my nipples hard and erect. The warm air clinging to my skin. My lips part and I want to pull her into me, I want to delve into her pants, I want to fuck her there and then. She smoothes away the hair from my face, tracing the out line of my mouth, pushing her thumb into my mouth, running it the full length of my teeth, I bite it hard, she pulls away. Our breathing becomin laboured. I pull her into me, she straddles my thigh, grinding her groin with such force, moaning. We rock gently at first, but as the orgasm builds, the rocking becoming almost violent. My breasts swinging freely beneath the fabric, She squeezes my right nipple so hard I cry out in pain. I bite her finger, she pulls it away. I push her away from me, I slump to the ground leaving her standing, me between her thighs. I reach up tugging at her trousers, freeing her clit from it's fabric tomb. Kneeling up I engulf my tongue upon her pussie, pushing my fingers deep into her anus, she rips at my hair, thumping the car, the torment of her passion entwined with heat of the sun. Faster and faster I pump her vagina with all that I have. Her legs start to tremble, she's coming.................. with the force of a tornado, she wriggles and squirms trying to fight against it. But with one final thrust, her loins gyrating in every direction I feel the orgasm tear through her with such speed, her juices flowing down my face and onto my breasts. As the moment subsides, she kneels down to kiss me, her dark sensuous lips engulf my mouth, our tongues dart in and out, teasing each other. We embrace for what seems like forever. We get dressed again, at which point she pulls out her note pad, I all expecting a ticket for speeding, she writes down her number instead, my heart misses a beat, I smile at her, she kisses me on the forehead and thanks me for my services. I smile, licking my fingers, tucking my shirt back into my blt's walking back to my bike, I turn to wave, she waves back, climbs in her car, drives off. " WOW" is all I can think, I can't wait to get back home, I'm oh so fucking randy now, can I ride back safely? for sure, but maybe not so fast!!!!