Motorcycle Mystique

Joey woke up early. He had to blast to work, a new job. The sky shown a brilliant blue with sparce clouds over the vast Wyoming plains. He was new to the area after riding his Sportster out from California and finding an apartment. He immediately faced a daunting issue, though. Winter loomed and motorcycles

Today, I decided to burn all the pine straw accumulating in my front yard. The air just this side of too cold to be outside, I relished the brilliant Arkansas sun. I knew the fire and the labor would soon warm me, make me hurt and make me smile. The concrete of my barn floor

She waited for him by the blazing fireplace, half naked on the bear skin rug. Wearing only a red garter belt and matching corset, she loved their warm rustic cabin by the lake. Her old man worked on the rigs in the Gulf of Mexico. A true blue rough-neck just like his daddy before him,

Gabriel rode hard, fought hard and searched his soul year after year after he found himself in the Chopper homeland of Sturgis, South Dakota. He ultimately discovered a spot of land in Boulder Canyon, containing a modest cabin and a heated shop space to die for, but a double shot of Jack on the rocks

Bandit read her note again in a cafe. It was 1:00 a.m. His heart hoped it wouldn’t happen, but his instinct sensed it…. in her delicate features and her sultry voice. She was on the drift. Without her there was nothing worth having in his life. A desire to hold her was as intense as

Deadly Attachment by Ujjwal Dey Love Triumphs Where Fate Falters The cards tumbled faster than the houseflies on her wound. He would wave a week-old newspaper with his left hand while trying to arrange his castle of cards on the night table next to her bed. She was always frail and tender. Now, she had

A divorced rider, Marty, with a hot rod Dyna and a pocket fulla cash rode out of LA for the last time. Sad to the bone he stopped in Coachella Valley for a Date shake but drank six beers in a biker bar. His Dyna barked and stumbled into a gas station for refueling. He

  Once upon a heinie was a horny little toad. He was so horny, he wanked off every hour by the hour, like a popular TV news channel. While he was ambidextrous, he held his porn on one hand and jerked off with his left. He didn’t know who he was doing, but humped every

Snake sat in the deepest corner of Deadwood, SD notorious Number 10 Saloon, wet to the bone. The middle of June and riders were determined to cruise the Black Hills before the factory anniversary, but torrents of rain got the best of them. It rained in the black hills like an automatic sprinkler system keeps