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I was waiting for my date to show up, when I heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. As soon as he pulled into my driveway, I barely registered the man in the helmet as someone I actually knew. My attention was elsewhere. My eyes were locked on his motorcycle. It was a matte-black cafe racer, with silver accents that caught the fading light in all the right places.
I found myself walking toward it before I realized what I was doing, as I reached out with my fingers hovered just inches from the tank. The surface was warm from the residual heat of the engine. It felt like touching something alive. I traced the line of the steel frame and sighed. It was a masterpiece, meant for speed and dominance, but I felt a strange, heady rush of desire. Not for the man who rode it, but for the machine itself.
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The way the leather seat was worn smooth, the way the intricate web of cables and lines were exposed like veins, the heavy scent of gasoline and burnt rubber that clung to the air…there was something undeniably erotic about all of it.
My skin prickled as I imagined the feeling of the engine roaring beneath me, making my pussy wet as each vibration traveled through my body and into my bones. The sheer force of it pulled me forward, until I hopped on top of it, until I couldn’t tell where my body ended and the machine began.
“It’s a beauty, isn’t it?” my date said, as he slid his helmet off.
Only, I wasn’t listening to him. I was looking at the bike, feeling a flush creep up my neck, as I wondered how easy it would be to have sex with a motorcycle. THIS motorcycle. It stirred something primal deep within me. All I wanted to do was feel it make me cum.
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