A Biker's Testimonial
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A Biker’s Testimonial
Author: Ty Haven
Copyright © 2016 by Ty Haven
All Rights Reserved
To my wife and kids and anyone out there who believes in the power of love.
Contents:
Chapter 1: Ride out
Chapter 2: Chasing the Moon
Chapter 3: Serenity
Chapter 4: Bad Habits
Chapter 5: Countertop
Chapter 6: Biker’s Meditation
Chapter 7: Bikers Meeting
Chapter 8: We watch
Chapter 9: Her ocean
Chapter 10: On My Chest
Chapter 11: Daydreaming
Chapter 12: See in you the way I do
Chapter 13: The Intervention
Chapter 14: Absent
Chapter 15: On Top of Me
Chapter 16: 7 Thoughts
Chapter 17: Later On
Chapter 18: Let’s go for a Ride
Chapter 19: 6:53
Chapter 20: At the Gas Pump
Chapter 21: Checking into the Beach House
Chapter 22: With You
Chapter 23: After Breakfast
Chapter 24: Bonding
Chapter 25: The Delight-Full Evening
Chapter 26:On the Way Home
Chapter 27: Soul-Squeeze
About the Author:
Chapter 1: Ride out
“Another one… Shit... Let me get up and out this woman's bed...”
I'm starting up my 2006 Black on Black Hyabusa 1300 and here she comes running... "Hey, baby where you going? You gonna call me?” Says some Random Chick. ”Last night was soo good. I have never been done like that before... You...umm... Want me to fix you something to eat before you go?"
I acted like I didn’t even hear her. ”Hey ummm... Say something to me, please... So you ain't gon say nothing to me? Fuckk you Nigga!!" She begins to cry. "Wait. Sorry, I didn’t mean that... Will you stay for just a little while? Can we talk? I mean, last night was everything. You said things to me that made me, cum in my panties before you even touched me... Then you ate me up like a lion last night and I can still feel you inside me.... Ty...YOU MADE MY P***Y WEAK!!”
I take that as my queue to get on out of there. I rev up my engine, pop the clutch, burn out, and leave her in a cloud of smoke with only my rear tire touching the asphalt.
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Yeah, that’s what I've become. A nice guy that has become Heartless. It doesn’t even bother me anymore (should it?). I get what I want then I move on. I wasn’t always like this. I’m a good dude, or at least I was. I just got caught up in this hell of a world.
Yeah, I guess she did turn me out. All this is just a game and SHE played me. I mean, I went through a lot. I became as cold hearted as she was. Checkmate. I don’t seek these women out. I tell them what I am from the jump. For some reason this only turns them on more. I’m straight up with them. I tell them that I’m like a wolf. I roam... I give them fair warning. I do what I do. So I eat when I’m hungry and they are my prey. They're always trying to tame me and it never works. I simply devour them because I’m wild.
Well, I’ve had my fill for the day. Besides, I have no sympathy for these lying ass, ratchet, cheating ass, manipulative women. Humph. I enjoy breaking those kinds anyways. It pleases me to breakdown the women that uses the nice guy’s shoulder to cry on. Those types of women drain him of his time and love for her selfish needs. So to all of the Mr. Nice guys out there, I’m doing you a favor. The moment I find out that she has a friend, friend zone-guy, a nice guy that she uses, I make it a point to dog the Shit out of her. No need to thank me Mr. Nice guy. I do this freely for you. It’s funny because to me, the way I leave them is a way of paying them back for all the shit they put me through. Karma's a bad ass bitch and she fucked me. Problem is, she fucked her own self up because now she's in love with me.
(This was the way I once thought. Life has a way of bringing us full circle. Love taught me, rearranged me, sat me down, and humbled me by using this one particular woman. Yes. This is story of how I found my soulmate.)
Chapter 2: Chasing the Moon
This is what we do. Bike Week. Daytona Beach, Florida. Every year we ride down from Atlanta, Georgia to meet up with our brothers from other bike clubs, check out the rides, get info, and of course, fuck hoes. We race, bet money, blow up motors, and make memories to laugh about when we get old and our balls drop. Damn it’s thick out here this year! Me and the fellas are drinking and walking the strip. Listening to the sounds of the low rumble of our “horses” waiting for us to ride. The smells of all of the different vendor foods, the smell of the salty ocean air. Such a perfect combination that Bike Week is held at this location yearly. Everything is so always on point.
It’s sexy to see a woman on a bike. Riding or driving, it doesn’t matter. To us that's the "real" eye candy. "Whaddup." I just saw one, she caught my eye. “Yeah...you better not look back Ms. Lady; I’m trying to chill with my fellas this weekend.” Cool. She kept walking. All night I’m getting the "eye", but I am not seeing anything that I want to fold up like laundry.
The fellas and I are chillin at a bar called Illy’s. It’s cool and rustic. Perfect guys bar with TV’s all around so we won’t miss game scores. Time passes while we laugh and looking at all the things that pass through. I glance over towards the entry way...Wait a minute... It’s her... She just caught my eye again. Is that? Yeah... That’s the same chick that passed by earlier…I can’t forget that face and that body... Nah... I’m going to take a pass this time... Damn... We locked eyes again... Keep walking miss... Keep walking...
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We are all on our bikes, riding... Popping wheelies, stuntin' and talkin' shit... Its time to blast... This moment is what we call down to Bike Week for.... To chase the moon... We are a pack like wolves...bikers... We ride our bikes as fast as they will go to be wild and free... My brotha "Geno" jumped out there and then my other brother "Black" fell in line... It’s on... I look down at my gauges to see my speed, 175 and counting... 186... 194... 202 and holding... I’m reaching for that stillness, that clarity, the place in speed that sets you free... Conquering all thoughts that try to restrain me from my destiny... 203mph.... All I can see is a blur and my fellas who aren’t pussy to ride just like I am... At this speed, the wind tries to pull you off your bike. The noise makes you think that you’re inside a jet with the cockpit wide open... And in this time and space, we chase the moon... Nirvana...
Chapter 3: Serenity
Back at the beachfront hotel the fellas are in the room drinking, but I'm the lone wolf so I take this time to be alone and chill. This is just how I am, my brothers know this, and they understand. While sitting at the pool, listening to the waves as they crash against the shore, I take notice of a figure to my left. It’s a woman. And her silhouette is of defining beauty. (Nah... I’m in chill mode so I won’t entertain seductive thoughts to entice her).
I had to at least speak to be polite. "Hey miss, nice night isn’t it?"… "Hello, yes it is a delightful night under this particular moonlight." She says. That opened the door. Silence. Now I’m thinking. And I know she’s thinking. So who's going to say the next word? "Things just make more sense when we quiet our minds and listen, doesn't?" she says. "Yeah. It sure does. I find myself all the more drawn to these moments of clarity." I said. Now I know she’s interested. "Yeah, my fellas are up in the room missing this moment of serenity." I said. There was a calming silence. Slowly she responded by saying, "Yeah." Moments later she then said, "My girls are up in the room chillin' too."
More silence floods the moment. Then I said, "I mean, to me, I’m looking at the stars and listening to the waves meet the shore while not really thinking, b
ut rather... just being… ya know?" She said, "Really! That’s funny because I would have never thought there would be someone else out here at Bike week thinking like myself...just existing and taking this all in...LOL... I guess I'm not the only weird one out here tonight!" I then said, "Funny, right?"
Now it begins...the courtship... We go back and forth, sharing ideas and thoughts. Theories and possibilities... Connecting... We lose track of time. Oh. Did I mention that she is the same woman that I ran into twice already? Yeah, she is as cool as fuck.... I then say something like this to her, "I don’t mean to come across the wrong way, but your fly as fuck!!”. She responds, "I bet you say this same shit to all of the women you’re trying to bone!” She’s laughing. “I know your type; you biker boys are all the same I bet!"
She’s testing me. Then I say this, "Nah, this isn't rehearsed. It’s my flow. My name is, Ty. Your name must be treasure because that’s what you seem to be to me... Damn and I thought all the pretty girls were shallow." She responds, "You’re different. Where did you come from?" I replied, "Deland, Florida!" She said, "What's a Deland??" I told her, "It’s an actual place... And there is no place that compares to it!" She says, "Oh...Ok. (With an interested look in her eye). “My name is Serenity, by the way.” She says. I know this means that she approves of my testimonial of truth... I smile. She blushes. It’s a match.
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FAST FORWARD.
I’m kissing her in erotic places, while she makes faces... I know that my "A" game is intact. It’s been a while and I haven't had good sex in about 4 months... Kissing and kissing. "You are sexy as fuck!" She says. I respond, "I know... And I think we should take this up to my room." Slowly I kiss her all over as I sense her trying to resist what’s about to happen. She knows it’s too late because I’ve already penetrated her mind and now her body is mine... As I nibble on her ear I whisper this... "Baby, I hope you're ready because this is going to take all night...”
Chapter 4: Bad Habits
How did I get tangled up in you? It wasn't planned, I was careful, or at least I thought. Now I'm in this situation. I never wanted to be caught up. I feel wrong, I feel bad. I tell myself each time that this is the last time. I keep lying to myself. Damn.
Months after that particular weekend I find myself still going to see her. The hotels she invites me to... I should've picked up the signs. It was too good to be true. I know the other her... I know the part of her that no one else knows. She’s so bad. She captivates me. How can she be a school teacher and be something else with me?
She knows how to temp me. She knows how to dissect my attempts to part ways. I'm entangled by her web of lust as it preps me for her consumption. The particular act she places me in, haunts my dreams. It’s how she sits me down and salivates on my jeweled endowment with her mouth as she brings me to climactic surrender... Immediately afterwards, she places a spell on my wand yet again to be used for its true purpose, to unlock your heavenly treasure, the "yoni."
Together we make magic. The “yoni” welcomes me into its portal of bliss by wrapping its moist grip all around me as I enter her secret chambers while she sits on my lap...She rides... Again and again I slide in and out...in and out... until I can’t keep my volcano from erupting inside the hall of her vaginal vortex. I’m so conflicted. Known as a wholesome teacher to many, but a freak in the sheets is what she has shown me...Damn it’s like I’m living in a dream... I can't be the first or the only... (I can’t finish this story because she just climbed on top of me again...)
Chapter 5: Countertop
She pushed me back on the countertop and climbed on top of me. I want her to stop. I need to recover from what just happened... (Ty... Hurry... Gather yourself... Get up...) she’s staring directly into my eyes and penetrating my soul as if she just captured her prey... Oh... Now I see... She’s trying to dominate me... She wants to make me submit. She wants to be my sex God... She says, "You out for the count or can you hang for another round?" Hmmm. Shiiddd... I said, "It seems as though you are sure that you have control of the situation." She says, "It seems as so it is." Then she gives this sexy ass fucking, giggle... yeah... That’s it... I feel it... I’m coming back up. Now I can start talking shit again... I said, "So you thought you had me tapped out. Nah, bae... You ready to go at it. I don’t think you are. I promise you, you have met your motherfucking match.
I’m going to tuck you in after I put you and your pussy to sleep." She says, "Really? It looks to me that you're about to be counted out champ... How many times have you been knocked down, twice already? You haven’t even had this kitty against the ropes yet." Oh...So now you're talking shit... Ok. I gotcha. Your ass is mine. “Night, night baby." I replied. Then I grabbed her ass with a firm grip to set her up to pound her pussy to sleep. I noticed that she still had her panties on so I ripped them off. I then slid into her grasping sanctuary as I moved her into place to take the situation completely over. I began to glide and slide inside to distract her while she continued to ride me easy. OH SHIT, she’s on to me. She just perked up and propped her ass into an aided position. She starts bouncing. ..and bouncing. She’s popping that pussy on me. She knew! She knew what I was about to do.
At that moment, I had no choice but to retaliate because this was probably the last round I had left in me. This is a title match. She raised that ass wayyy up and started dropping bombs on me... I’m fading out. No. Fuck that. I had to time her just right with my counter. Perfect timing and there it is. Her eyes gave her away when she partially closed them. Her forehead scrunched up. Um hmm. Her leg twitched. I knew it was time. Yeah, synchronicity, now we splitting atoms together as we met each other again and again. Over and over. Up and down. One of us knew that somebody was going to give up to orgasmic explosion and it wasn’t going to be me this time. I felt myself holding while she was trying to make me succumb to her will. I caught on real quick and then I popped my hips up to jam my cock all the way up in her, balls deep. I went off like a rocket does at lift off. Yeah, the purpose of this mission. To send her to the muthafuckin' moon. I said, "Its ok. Let go and let it flow on me baby.” She mumbled, "Baby wait... I think I gotta pee...” She tensed up and I jammed it even harder till it sounded like thunder. Her body began to shake and tremble. She then squirted all over me while surrendering peacefully... I held her in my arms on the countertop until I heard her fall asleep. I kissed her forehead and said, "Wake up champ, come on baby, and let’s get in the bed."
Chapter 6: Biker’s Meditation
I just need to ride. Need to clear my head. This is a biker’s meditation. Not knowing where I'm going and ending up where we have never been before. Feeling the wind push through my body. The perfect pitch of the motor as I twist the throttle while passing a car. The numbness in my hand and the periodic need to accelerate over 100mph to get comfortable so I can lean against the G's in curves that tingles the spine. I sense this peaceful state of mind while absorbing the smell of the road as I inhale what being a rider is to me.
Free.
Chapter 7: Bikers Meeting
Fellas...we have balls... Yeah, let em' hang. But be careful and listen to old school. Learn from this story.
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Biker’s meeting.
I sit and I listened to my biker brothers as they speak about their issues at hand. Most of the conversations are about their women. I, for one, don’t have one, I just fuck. (Done seen too much fuckery with these hoes.) My brothers’ say shit like, "Man, my woman gets on my Got-Damn-motherfucking nerves.” They use this as an excuse, in some cases to cheat. I just listen to them. I can’t speak on what I don’t know. Most of these guys are going through a divorce, been through one, or leading up to one.
This appears to be a common trend among the crew. None the guys actually praise or adore their women. I don’t hear shit good about their relationships. However the ones that do don’t ever complain, are the brothers that always seem cool and content. Always happy and shit. When we have events planned around famili
es, you can usually tell which ones are actually in REAL love.
After the meeting, I stepped to one of those old-timers, whose always “chill” that goes by the biker club name as Showtime. Showtime is 67 years old and still rides. He smokes cigars all of the time. (The kind that looks like cigarettes). When he talks, everyone listens. I asked him, "Sir, what is it with our brothers complaining about their wives all the time? I mean Shit, why the fuck did they get married? To be honest, I see this all the time... It goes like this; a bike brother marries, complains, and argues with his wife all the time. Now mind you, his wife is sexier than a motherfucker. The wife ends up lonely and some other cat gives her attention then he ends up digging out her back while she spends all of her husband’s money to lay up with her new boyfriend. Usually my bike brother is always working or out here talking shit. He buries himself in his garage building on his bike, or has a side woman he's banging. Their kids usually pick up on the bad energy from their parents and act out. Basically, the whole marriage is a fucking lie. Why?"
Showtime says to me, "Youngblood. You are a younger version of me. Listen. Pay attention. I love my wife. I learnt a long time ago how to show it to her by listening. You listening? I listen how she walks Youngblood. I listen to her when she talks to other people Youngblood. I listen when she watches me. Youngblood... I listen when she reads a book, Youngblood, you listening? I don’t argue with my woman. I love my bike, but that bike ain't got no pussy Youngblood. Youngblood she is my most valuable possession. She birthed my children, she cooks my food, she washes my clothes, and she took care of my mother when my mother wasn't able... A wife does that.”