I’ve always been partial to a guy with a motorcycle. Especially a Harley. While it might set off car alarms and dogs, the roar of a Harley muffler can make me damp. I’ve hitched as many rides as possible through the years, but it wasn’t until I moved to Chicago that I was a regular on the bitch pad. Mind you, these were your basic city bikers. I’ve never been much for the Hell’s Angels type. They scare me.
Of all the guys who hung around the club scene, #16 was the only one with a chopper. He was already a little short, but he looked really cool, riding around with his arms stuck out as far as they would go. It also make him lean back more, which was nice when you were behind him. He had an incredible body and feeling it press against my chest was a big turn on. That and the rumbling between my legs.
We only fucked once in a while, over a period of a few months, but it was usually at his apartment. He didn’t have roommates, which was a good thing since his place was really small. And neat. Fastidiously neat. There was a hardwood floor and the walls were bare. He had a chair, a table and a futon on the floor. And that was it.
His closet is what impressed me the most. #16 was a drug dealer so dressing appropriately wasn’t really an issue, But what he did have was totally organized. Everything was hung on thick, metal hangers; jeans, leather vests, and wife beaters. That was it. His three pairs of boots and two pairs of sneakers were all in a row. (His workout clothes were in a bin at the top of the closet). It was incredible.
Even though he wore the same type of outfit everyday, I never found it boring. He was consistent in the way he dressed and in the way he fucked. I always had a good time and because I wore a lot of black, we never clashed. I looked good next to him and beneath him. And while I wasn’t going to be able to borrow a sweatshirt after a night of sex, he did loan me his leather jacket when he was riding me home on cool, fall morning.
Moral of the story, if you’re good in bed, you don’t have to be a clothes horse to get me to ride you.