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Ahh yes… the “straight”… the “curves”… the thrill of anticipation, the not knowing what to expect on that “other side”… it’s just the best. Pistons pumping, throttle open, the pounding in the ear… riding on the edge… oh yessss, she brought it all out in me. Hell, it was the same thrill I experienced on my Heritage (Harley). She could bring it, and my dear reader, this Irish devil was more than ready to receive. As I approached her “cabin” in the woods, racing from one curve to the next – – wink wink — my excitement and anticipation built. She had that new outfit she wanted me to “experience”, I believe is the way she put it over the phone. “Baby, it’s been too long since you’ve been over and there’s so much I have to share with you. My last shopping spree bore fruit, something worthy of your discerning eyes my prince, something your senses must experience.” Suck me! I was instantaneously aroused, poised for pursuit and eager to comply with her request. She had such a powerful effect on my sensuality, so potent a presence in my daily thoughts, my nightly fantasies. Hell I couldn’t do much of anything these days without a thought of her, a vision of her, invading my imagination. I’d think of her at the oddest moments, linger bursa escort on her, play out some devious devilish ploy to increase the sexual tension, to up the game between us, to see who could trump the other in matters of enticement. Hammering on the throttle, it’s all I could think of, those words she last spoke to me. Shit I needed her healing medicine, her healing touch, that magic she produced whenever I was near her. My blood circulated at a fierce pace throughout my entire frame, mostly centered at my core, my essence, my DICK! As that hot oil coursed through the finely engineered interior of my handsome heavy metal machine, a similar hot fluid was finding it’s way to my own piston. I could feel the surge, the swelling already beginning as I approached the last curve, as her cottage came into full view. It was nearly hidden within the deep damp forest, up against a verdant hill side, a natural creek running strong alongside. It looked damn near fairytale in appearance. It was such a restive, relaxing harbor to shelter in. I always felt so at ease, so peaceful there. At the same time there was a certain energy that existed, perhaps a residue of nature. I always was receptive to the energy that the trees, bursa escort bayan the water, even the stones seemed to exude. I always started my visits with a deep inhale as I stood in the yard, sometimes venturing over to the creek and pond to just stand and drink in the “power”. I’d fill myself before turning my attention to filling her! I pulled the bike up fast and furious, lurching, sliding to a halt in her gravel drive, hefting it over quick to lean, hoping off, thinking nearly simultaneously of what I wanted to hop on next. The thought of that “ride” was already invading my senses. I was “lit” already, from the exhilarating ride down the many curves and hills to her sanctuary. My blood was pulsing through me, coursin’ through me, by the act of riding so hard, at the edge of each curve, digging in, leaning hard, greedy for the pavement ahead to great me. I was never satisfied with the last curve, always hungering for the next. Maybe that applied to my sexual appetite as well. It sure seemed that way as of late. She had that effect on me! There was a note posted to the door. This was a new approach. Hmmm… intriguing to say the least. “Cum in lover, make yourself comfortable and be patient, as I am escort bursa in the bath and preparing myself for your sweet caress”. Suck me! I tried the door and it was open. Well that was good! She was always so concerned with security out there in the woods, and who could blame her, but I half expected the door to be locked (out of habit). I entered and noticed all the candles lit, and the dim light, the oil burner that was giving off some heady but pleasant enough scent. She also had a low fire burring in the fireplace again. The warmth was inviting and sensual. My senses were already on high alert. Hell… now they were near primitive! She knew already what I liked, what I desired, what I appreciated. She was a quick study, I’d give her that. Yum. Speaking of “study”, I couldn’t wait to open her like some fresh novel, to study her every detail, and learn her well. As I awaited, my memories soon returned to my first experience of her, that mutual masturbation exercise that sent us both over the top with excitement. My cock was throbbing and I couldn’t help but reach down and stroke it, message it, as I pictured her standing in the kitchen watching me pleasure myself on that first intimate encounter. Mmmmm, such a satisfying day that was. I could hear music playing softly a few rooms away, could hear the occasional splash of water and some low murmuring, or wait… singing? Yes, she was softly singing to herself, mingled with the occasional moan, if I wasn’t mistaken.
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