16-03-2008, 09:34am
I wrote this short story about 1 month before I sold my 99 Busa.
It's a bit out there but it shows the passion that comes from having a good ride.
I called it
SEDUCTION..
The sky is clear to the horizon; the temperature is hovering at about 14c. There is no wind at 7am and no work to attend to either. There is a curvy seductress waiting to spend all the time in the world with you, to do whatever you ask of her and she will ask for nothing in return, except maybe a shower and some TLC at the end of the day.
You put on some leather gear and choose some other protection from a range of accessories you have accumulated over the years for just such an occasion. You know that the weather will be fine all day and the temperature will rise as things get busy later on. So you select for comfort and decide to travel light. Everything you need is in your pockets and you don’t need a GPS to find your way or a music machine to filter out the sounds of contentment.
You make sure that she has everything she needs for a few hours before needing a rest and then you touch the right buttons to get her going. There is a soft purr as she warms up and you feel a sensation of expectation rise through your body as you make your first move and take her out into the fresh air. There is nothing to get in your way and in a short time she is responding to every insinuation of movement. Gliding along in a smooth flowing motion, speeding up and slowing down as you move your hand back and forth. You are both in the mood. There are no obstacles that can’t be overtaken but then, there is nowhere you have to be, so you just work together and move from point to point and corner to corner in a motion that feels better and better the further you go.
The breeze builds rapidly and you can feel a slight chill. Your nipples harden and start to burn but you don’t care. It feels great and as you rise and fall together over some rolling hills, you both just want to go faster. She is warm and responding instantly to the movements of your hips. She beckons you to go faster by slicing through air without a whimper and you respond by taking control and sliding across her, from side to side, taking your weight off her and controlling the momentum with your body.
The air around you is warming up now and the aroma of the landscape invades your senses. Time passes so fast during your time together and you want to keep going for as long as possible. She smoothes out all the rough edges and the world blurs if you move your head to glance sideways. It is a strange feeling to know that you control every move she makes but you also realize that if you don’t treat her right, she could leave you sad and broken on the side of the road.
Your conscience begins to intrude and tells you to behave but the mistress beneath you urges you on. She gives you that control over your destiny that is so often denied and you know that if you take what is offered without stepping over the line, you can come back and do it all again another day.
It is only when you stop to rest at the end of the day that you realize how exhausted you are - but at the same time refreshed and alive.
If you like riding like I do, you'll understand.
It's a bit out there but it shows the passion that comes from having a good ride.
I called it
SEDUCTION..
The sky is clear to the horizon; the temperature is hovering at about 14c. There is no wind at 7am and no work to attend to either. There is a curvy seductress waiting to spend all the time in the world with you, to do whatever you ask of her and she will ask for nothing in return, except maybe a shower and some TLC at the end of the day.
You put on some leather gear and choose some other protection from a range of accessories you have accumulated over the years for just such an occasion. You know that the weather will be fine all day and the temperature will rise as things get busy later on. So you select for comfort and decide to travel light. Everything you need is in your pockets and you don’t need a GPS to find your way or a music machine to filter out the sounds of contentment.
You make sure that she has everything she needs for a few hours before needing a rest and then you touch the right buttons to get her going. There is a soft purr as she warms up and you feel a sensation of expectation rise through your body as you make your first move and take her out into the fresh air. There is nothing to get in your way and in a short time she is responding to every insinuation of movement. Gliding along in a smooth flowing motion, speeding up and slowing down as you move your hand back and forth. You are both in the mood. There are no obstacles that can’t be overtaken but then, there is nowhere you have to be, so you just work together and move from point to point and corner to corner in a motion that feels better and better the further you go.
The breeze builds rapidly and you can feel a slight chill. Your nipples harden and start to burn but you don’t care. It feels great and as you rise and fall together over some rolling hills, you both just want to go faster. She is warm and responding instantly to the movements of your hips. She beckons you to go faster by slicing through air without a whimper and you respond by taking control and sliding across her, from side to side, taking your weight off her and controlling the momentum with your body.
The air around you is warming up now and the aroma of the landscape invades your senses. Time passes so fast during your time together and you want to keep going for as long as possible. She smoothes out all the rough edges and the world blurs if you move your head to glance sideways. It is a strange feeling to know that you control every move she makes but you also realize that if you don’t treat her right, she could leave you sad and broken on the side of the road.
Your conscience begins to intrude and tells you to behave but the mistress beneath you urges you on. She gives you that control over your destiny that is so often denied and you know that if you take what is offered without stepping over the line, you can come back and do it all again another day.
It is only when you stop to rest at the end of the day that you realize how exhausted you are - but at the same time refreshed and alive.
If you like riding like I do, you'll understand.
