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Authors: Ty Haven
A Biker's Testimonial
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.
Chapter
12:
See in you the way I do
Chapter
21:
Checking into the Beach House
“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.
-----
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
.)
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...
----
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...
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, but 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.
---
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...”