A Biker's Testimonial (6 page)

Dinner was even better. We ate
oysters and grill shrimp. We finished off with some of the finest wine.
Its
time to
relax, so we retired to our beach quarters.
 A powerful day it was
as we intertwined our soulful energy. I tried to keep my innate nature to mate
under wraps. Her beauty...Her natural scents could not escape my animalistic
yearning desire to breathe her aroma into my lungs. I could taste her in the
air as it moved over my tongue.  My beastly deposition was consuming my
thoughts.  While she looked away, I fought my urges by grinding my teeth.
 I'm thirsty for her body that tastes like pineapples and honey.

 I savagely make fists with
my hand. Shit! I need to gain control. I don’t want her thinking this is all I
want us doing all weekend. I take deep breaths…In and Out... I'm in control...
I'm cool... I'm slowly calming down
..
She goes to
shower for the evening, so I decide to take a cold shower as well in the guest
bathroom. Cold, ice cold as the water runs down my body.  Tonight, I plan
to watch movies while falling asleep together.  This is working, I'm
feeling much better.
Much better.
Now I can turn the
shower temperature up, but I still can't look down at my dick because I'm
afraid that if I even see it to wash it, it will get hard again. So I
gotta
wash my dick with a blind eye. This is sad; I
know...I have strong urges.

Minutes pass by as the raining
waters flow down my body like it is cleansing my soul.  As I’m taking my
time wiping myself, she steps into the doorway.
Fully naked.
She locks her eyes to meet with mine. She’s looking at me so intensely. She
wants the wolf in me and I must grant her desiring wish. I waste no time by
walking over to kiss her passionately. My hands caress every inch of her spine,
neck, ass, and hips. With that ass, I make sure I get a firm grip to let her
know that I intend on handling this shit. She moans as I kiss and suckle her
neck. Her lips are mine. She now belongs to me in this beastly chemistry.

 Straight into what I want,
I pick her up and carry her towards the wall. I guide her legs in my arms then
she takes my rod in her hand to guide me into her divinity. Her warm and moist
cavity enrages my ferocious masculinity. So wet and ready, my heart pounds so
heavy. I enter to exit, stroke for stroke.  For every time I enter her den
with my shaft, she urges me on with even more moans. As she moans, with my
tongue I swallow each and
every breathe
she takes
accompanied by meaningful kisses. I can feel her about to peak; her climax is
what I seek. "Give it to me." Are the words I
say.
She wraps her arms tightly around my neck as I hit her G-spot, perfectly timing
my rhythm like seconds to a clock. My lady is about to pop! Then she releases
with shakes as her body goes into pleasure overload.

 I'm not done. IM NOT
DONE!!! I walk with her in my arms over to the bed to begin my feast in between
her legs. While she lies on her back, I slide down to the menu to set her legs
in position. I then lock down her hips with my arms. Now it’s time to eat. Slow
tongue lashing like a whip, is the way I taste her other sweet lips. A delicacy
she is to me. She's pushing my head trying to control herself from
uncontrollably Cumming over and over in the bed. Don't worry my tasty sweet;
I'm never messy when I eat. It’s no use trying to control yourself from what
I’m doing to your body. Just let your juices go whenever they want to flow.
This won't stop until I have had my fill. So my question is. Will you cum
again, because I want more of this succulent honey.

Our last night
before we depart.
We hold each other while listening to the waves under the night sky watching
the camp fire. This is the moment when I think it's best to peel off some
layers.  Here goes... "I was once before in love. At least I thought
I was. For four years I shared my life with a woman only to have my heart ran
amuck. She drove over it with a Mack dump-truck. And that’s been a little over
a year." She grabbed my hand a little tighter and said, "What
happened?" I said, "I found out that she had been with another man. I
was
to
busy saving up for the engagement ring.

Working doubles and taking up
jobs on the weekend. I thought I was doing the right thing. I now realize that
it wasn't all her fault. I was also to blame. I didn't listen, I didn't change.
I just thought she complained. And that’s how it happened, her sleeping with
someone another man. It was my lack of attention to her as a woman. I treated
her like just a friend, a lady, but not a queen, a woman. I missed all the
cues, like why to buy her flowers and such.  
Enough of
me.
I've grown since then..." She seemed like she was going to
speak, but she said nothing and kissed me again and again.

 The next morning we
departed. It was a slow and easy ride back as I reflected on how well our time
was spent.  She is, heaven sent. She’s so lovely. I’m such a lucky man.

As I pull up to her house there
stands a man with a heavy look on his face. Immediately, I feel like I've been
played. I shut off the bike in her driveway to hear what these two have to say.
She gets off my bike and begins to walk towards him. "Why are you
here!" she said. "So this is what you’re off doing, firkin bikers on
the weekend!"
Says Mr. Motherfucker.
Yeah that’s
the name that I gave him. By this time I already took my helmet off, just in
case shit jumped off.  I said, "Look, I don’t know you. You don’t
know me, but seemingly, you know her more than me. Usually, I don’t put up with
this shit, but today, I really want to hear this." She turned to me and
said, "This is
..
Was my fiancé..."...? He
cut her off and said, "So, you leave me at
the
alter
on our wedding day 3 months ago, you don’t
answer my calls, only for me to find you riding around with a biker? This is so
past fucked up! Fuck you!"

That’s all I needed to hear. So I
put back on my helmet and strapped up, fired up my bike, and started turning it
around to be up out this bitch! My music is turned up, so from this point on
I'm tuning out whatever she or they have to say. That’s it. I'm where I need to
be.
(VVVRRRAAAHHHH!!!!!!!
...) I rev up my motor. I
Roar my motor and smoke them the fuck out with my tires while burning out,
making them disappear in my mirrors. I scream inside my helmet, “Fuck both
y'all motherfuckers!!!”  I peel out like the devil is chasing me himself
without looking back.

Riding
..

I'm playing music just trying to
get away from her. I'm so fucking mad!!! And mostly, I'm hurt... I just don't care
anymore,
I'm driving my motorcycle so fast, so
reckless... Why? Simply my mind is completely on her... I'm asking myself how?
I was weak. I let her in... No, she bombarded her way into me.

 Interruptions...She’s
calling and calling my phone. It’s going off in my ear disrupting my damn
music. No! I'm not speaking to her... I'm angry, mad; she’s a cold hearted evil
woman.  Moreover, I'm pissed off with myself for falling so easily over
her. Silly me... Love blindsided the fuck out of me... This can't be love...
I'm full of so many emotions... GOD, please forgive me for my profanity... I
cant
ease up on the throttle... As
I glance at the speedometer it registers 170+ through
a
intersection. I just don’t give a fuck how fast I'm going. That’s what I get
because I know the truth; I’m the real Mr. Nice guy!
Posing
as a biker.
Yeah, I'm not supposed to care, but in truth I'm the
hopeless romantic who really wants to love but seems to fall for the wrong
women… (Ring, Ring, Ring) She continues to blow up my phone. I have no choice
other than to pulling over.

I answer the phone:
"YEAH...." She says: “Don’t do this! Please don’t..." I let a
few seconds go by because I really don’t want to hear this shit right
now.  "Look! All this was
..
Is a fling
..
I get it. I'm supposed to be the rough-rowdy type that
you females want for a weekend. Just a fuck to beat it up! Well, I'm not that
guy at all. I want love. I want commitment. I want trust. I want unity. So
yeah, I'm mister nice guy that you females walk all over, huh? I should've
never said anything to you that night at the pool...
Its
all the same... You're in a relationship with a
blue collar type who doesn't hear or notice you, so you fuck me and fulfill
your fantasies... You all are the same. You went to bike week to get some dick
on the side... That was just some weekend getaway so you and your girls could
get over on your man or worse, play the game...  I'm a biker. Let’s just
let that shit be as it is."

She starts to cry.  I say
nothing. I could care less if she cries. (Who am I kidding?)

She finally says:  "So
that’s it? So that’s how you think of me? I love you... I care for you
..
You mean so much to me
..
(Crying
in between words) Yes, ok. I was going to marry him, but he just didn’t
"get me." Everything was perfect. We met my freshman year in college
and we dated for 6 years.  Yes. I did agree to marry him and on that
special day, that I thought I always wanted, even dreamed of, I felt empty... I
was scared and alone amongst all my friends, his friends, all of our family
..
So I ran away and left him at
the
alter
. Do you know how embarrassing and humiliating
that was for me? Do you know how horrible I felt for leaving him that way? I
felt like poison. Last night when we sat by the fire and you shared your past
relationship, it was like you were describing me. I didn't know what to say
because to me you sounded like the guy who I left at the altar three months
ago."

She’s sobbing. I continue to stay
quiet. I'm still in disbelief at what she’s telling me and wondering if I
actually believe her or not. I mean, I do want to believe her, but damn this is
so hard.

 "My girlfriend was
there for me and she made me come with her for a weekend because I hadn't shown
my face in weeks. I just sat in my apartment alone for I don’t know how long. I
didn’t know that I was going to bike week. I didn’t know that I was going to
fall in love with you. I kept running into you that day... I was vulnerable and
weak, ok!!! I drank all kinds of liquor the week before even coming to, "Bike
week. Before I knew it, it was me, my best friend and all of her other friends.
I wasn't looking for a fling
..
You captivated me... My
mind tried to resist you, but my body wanted you so bad
..
I needed to be held... It was so hard because you were everything I dreamed of
having while in my mind it seemed so wrong... You just kept winning me over...
I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!!... Don't you get it! I’m scared. I shake sometimes
when I around you. I try my best to hide it. I love you so much. You mean so
much to me
..
I'm scared because I fell so quickly and
I doubt that you could ever feel the same I feel about you!!!" She says.

I’m speechless. I’m putting two
and two together. Thinking over the time we spent together. The happiness we
shared in this short amount of time. My mind finally makes the connection with
my heart.  Then it happens... Synchronicity.... "Where are you?"
I say.

"In my driveway where you
left me...." She says.

"Baby, you are my sweet,
my everything
, my love.  I'm on my way to you... I love
you...” I say and then hang up the phone.

I make a u turn at the nearest
intersection.

A car came out of nowhere and
pulled out in front of me. CRASH!!! Next thing I know, I'm on the ground.
 All I can hear is my bike and it sounds like its coming at me so I try to
get up... Then I realize that something’s wrong. I look down and see my bone
protruding out of my thigh and I can’t feel anything.

Slowly everything becomes quiet.
My vision begins to fade. Things keep getting darker and darker. 
Everything turns black... This must be the end.... My lasts thoughts are of you
and how much I love you....

END

First off, I’m no one special.
It’s healing when you can express what your heart is saying through words,
song, or dance.   I’m not a writer... I just paint with words... For
some reason, people understand what my heart is trying to say and that’s pretty
much it.  I simply record the words as they flow through me.  It’s
like my thoughts are the same as the stars in the sky. 
Endless
and dreamy.

Please just take these words and
focus more on understanding by knowing that love bubbles out of you onto the
hearts of others.. Sometimes, all we need is just a good word or two...
Stare
into the mirror and see the love placed in you...
Soul to soul, people to people...Namaste.

I
am Ty Haven...

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