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Riding
I've got to admit that when my husband first bought a bike, I wasn't interested in riding with him. Then, after a couple of rides, I started to get into it more and more. The freedom, the fresh air, the spontaneity all appealed to me. The thing that I loved more than anything was that after a couple of hours of riding, feeling the vibrations between my legs, all I wanted to do is get laid.
Now, all my husband has to do is tell me we're going for a ride. I know that what he really means is that we're going to go for a ride, stop somewhere, and fuck our brains out. It doesn't matter if it's a short ride and stop out in the country somewhere, or getting back home as fast as we can. By the time I'm on the back of the bike, I'm already wet! Ladies, if you haven't ridden, you don't know what you're missing. If you do ride, then you know what I'm talking about. We haven't joined a biker club, but if we did, it would have to be one that made a lot of stops! |
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