🐺 Wolfy's Wild Ride
I knew I had to have him. The moment I laid headlights on him, my engine purred in excitement. He was everything I'd ever wanted; tall, dark, and handsome as hell. His thick black hair spiked up in a way that screamed rebellion, and his piercing eyes seemed to see right through me as he leaned against my chrome frame.
But what really made my motor run hot was that damn hot ass of his, encased in nothing more than a tiny stripe of black fabric, held up by the faintest trace of string. It was pure instinct, raw desire that took over every inch of my metal being when he straddled my seat.
He treated me like an extension of himself, trusting me completely with the thrill of the ride. We tore down highways and backroads alike, the wind screaming past us as we went. He loved speed, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he pushed me to my limits. But what I truly loved were the intimate moments, when we would pull off into some secluded spot, and he would lean against me, our bodies close enough for me to feel the heat radiating from him.
One time, we ended up on this abandoned road, a dead ended surrounded by trees. He let out a low growl, his hand running along my side, feeling every curve and line of my design. I knew something was coming, and it was going to be wild. His hand tangled in my handlebar, his grip tight as I realized he was holding my left handle with his right hand. The next thing I knew was his left hand grabbing my other handle, his body twisting around until he was facing completely backwards, both hands gripping me tightly as his waist twisted 180 degrees!
His butt wiggled almost mockingly as he exhaled slowly, his voice husky as he whispered, "This is so fucking cool!" My engine purred in agreement, my headlights blinking playfully as I reveled in the thought that my design was so perfect for his wildest fantasies. A few moments later, he was done getting his fill of freedom, easing back into a normal position with a satisfied sigh.
"Hell yeah," he muttered, grinning widely before kicking his foot onto the starter pedal. "Let's go!"
I roared to life, my tires spitting gravel as we sped away, leaving behind only the scent of hot rubber.