Crotch Rocket
April 13th, 2006
Today I discovered that I am a cliché. A friend of mine popped online this morning and sent me a picture of his new motorcycle. The moment the sleek red machine loaded in my browser I could feel my nipples getting hard. I immediately imagined the feeling of the leather seat vibrating between my legs as I wrapped my arms tightly around my driver’s waist. This image made me moist. It made me squirm in my chair. It gave me chills. As a matter of fact, I’m getting horny again right now just writing about it. I have an itch, now, and it needs to be scratched.
I suppose I’ve fallen into the category of girls that get turned on by the bad boy on the motorcycle. But here’s a secret for all of you bad boys out there: It’s not you that turns us on, it’s your bike. But don’t worry. Since I have yet to find a motorcycle that can fuck me silly, you’ll still reap the benefits of the cliché.
I wonder if my friend knows what a bundle of raging hormones he will encounter if he ever invites me to ride his new bike with him. Oops, I guess he does now.
April 14th, 2006 at 12:30 pm
So, I have this spankin new bike outside my building. Yup, all shiny and chromed out. Nice deep throaty growl to her too. Care to take’er for a spin? I don’t think the guy who owns it will notice were gone for at least an hour…
April 15th, 2006 at 10:08 pm
I’ll be right over!
April 17th, 2006 at 12:56 pm
I ride a classic scooter — think Vespa — and enjoy the feeling between my legs, for sure. I wonder sometimes if it ever kind of desensitizes me, since things don’t feel so rare and wonderful as they did a couple years ago, before I began riding.
Oh, well. I still love it. I won’t give it up.
(Obviously it’s not a crotch rocket, but fuck it, it’s cute and hip, just like me.)
April 17th, 2006 at 3:10 pm
Steff, I’ve been wanting to get myself a scooter for some time now. I rented one while I was visiting lovely Victoria, BC last year and, I have to say, it got me going almost as well. Still loved the feeling of the cute hip little thing between my thighs. Might have been more of a turn on if people on bicycles hadn’t kept passing me, though.
May 5th, 2006 at 4:22 am
Wow! I was recently thinking of how turned on I get from the motorcycles and fast cars and what a cliché it is too!