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This is only the beginning of my fantasy. Join now to read the rest of my fantasy which is in my member's section.
THE BIKER One Friday afternoon I decided to hit happy hour with a few friends. We sat out on the patio and had a few drinks. While we were sipping our wine, we heard a loud noise coming from down the street. It was a biker on a Harley Davidson. We all turned our heads and watched as he parked right in front of the restaurant where we were drinking. He gets off his bike and sits the helmet down on the seat. All of our eyes are glued to him! His muscles ripple underneath his t-shirt which is about a size too small, but just right at the same time.&! ;nbs! p; He enters the bar next door and we all pick our jaws up off the floor. We are getting a little tipsy so we start talking about what each of us would want to do with the guy. We take turns sharing our fantasies of the hot biker. We all have a different idea of what we would want from him. My friend Sara just wants a ride down the street and back (yeah right). Jessica wants to go shoot some pool with him and slip off to the bathroom when no one is watching. I, on the other hand, have my own fantasy. It is a fantasy I have had for quite some time. |
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