A Biker's Testimonial (2 page)

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...)

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."

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.

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 families, 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.”

Showtime continued.  “My
wife dedicated her time and life to me.  When we were younger, we learned
how much we valued each other. We made our mistakes in disrespecting each
other. Most marriages go through that rough period. None of that silly stuff
matters, Youngblood. If she cheated, well, did he? Being unfaithful can’t
destroy a marriage. It can only bruise it... It all depends on the strength of
the bond. I don't condone cheating at all as that is against GODs law of love. Love
don't work that way anyways, Youngblood. At least not the way these old eyes
see it. There are painful tests that come about in a marriage. Real bonds can
get past those humps and love on forward.”

“My wife and I have always
appreciated each other for choosing to be together. I've never raised my hand
to hit my wife. That’s what weak men do. That is disrespectful to the
devotional craft in which GOD has bestowed upon husband and wife. Youngblood,
women who don’t know me, approach me all the time with compliments to invite me
into their chambers. I'm never interested because I know what I got at home.
With every season the bond between husband and wife grows even closer.
 Now my wife goes on these women conventions all the time, and I don’t
have any idea what she is doing, I just want her enjoying life. I give her my
upmost attention as my queen and she rewards me with honor as her king. I get
what I want when I want it Youngblood. You know what I mean. I treat her right
and she keeps my head right.”

“My body and soul is getting old.
All things make more sense when you get my age......
YOUNGBLOOD!!”
Showtime is looking at me intently, making sure I’m maintaining his eye
contact. Making sure I’m listening and really hearing him.  “You listen.
She is the most important thing to me. That’s how GOD set it and I don't
question it. My life has been nothing but better ever since because of her...
What wife is perfect? They make mistakes. A man won't make a point to point her
mistakes out. I made mistakes, hell, I still do. That happens when you get
older, you forget shit. Youngblood, you don’t know it yet, but you asked this
question because you've now begun searching for yours truly.  Be prepared
for when she comes. Just do what I told you and have a good life with your
wife."

We don’t talk much that was the
most I ever seen him speak. I'll keep this moment forever. There’s a saying
that old motherfuckers that have a body shaped like a question mark are the
ones that have all of the answers. Listen to him. Thank you Pops.

This is just the way it is.

We ride, we post up, we watch.

The biker’s club is inside of an
industrial complex in the outskirts of Atlanta, Georgia. The bikes are all
parked next to each other, showing off their unique colors and designs.
Our biker club colors and Black and Red.
We go by the name
of Red Wolves.

The sun is setting. It’s about to
go down. I already got my soft-squeeze so I’m not here to hunt. She's at home
in my bed sleeping off what happened on the (countertop). I’m only here to make
sure the squad is secure. We ride together. Yeah, there are some jazzy ladies
out tonight.  The kind you want to lie on your bike and ride all night.
"Yeah... She's nice...” I nodded to my bike brother as I spoke. This is a lawless
territory and it will be a feast tonight. Just a little bit longer until these
spirits start riling these femme fatale's up.

They're getting loose so it’s
only a matter of time.
About every whip
bumpin
'
something for the ladies to get them in the mood.
It’s easy when you
have eyes. The subliminal messages are everywhere... Our older brothers pick up
the scent from across the street... I’m not bad myself... "There." I
see her.
Another.
One more.
I
tap on my older brother’s gas tank to get his attention. He doesn’t even move,
he only signals response with a low grunt.

 Now it has begun...
"The joust" would be the correct term. It’s where we raise our
pheromones to entice the females while they inspect our demeanor. Some of our
fellas
can’t hold themselves as these goddesses glide
across our eyes... Sadly, most of these women don’t know how valuable they are.
And that’s why they put themselves out here to be seen with almost no clothes
on, basically, naked... These goddesses give no mystery to how well GOD shaped
their curvaceous bodies... They entice us with their flaunting ways and this is
how we are sorted... Some of us who are aware show no weakness. We don’t break.
This only makes the females more interested, so they work harder to gain our
attention by using deceptive body languages to entice our eyes.

The set up.

We already noticed each and every
other broad before the sun went down... The women that try to get our attention
start to
twerk
till they begin to show ass. We hold
steady and show no interest... Well
..
Some of us...
Patience is the key and goal to finding a diamond amongst rubies...  Now I
believe that I have found mine. I wonder if she’s still asleep... I'm finding
myself to be thinking of her more and more...