- Jul 3, 2006
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I have some confessions. I am not entirely loyal to my wife. I love her dearly, she is the one I always want to be with. Alas, I cannot help but find some pleasure in the, well, riding, of another. Mounting, as it were, is just part of who I am. I am good at it, in fact. Worst yet, I frequently find my legs around, or on, another. Several times a week. And not just one, but usually, three. Sometimes more, but always three.
My first lady, her name is Scott. She works me up in a sweat. An urban girl, high and tight. Endurance is something this one demands, expecting me to go what feels like dozens of miles at a time. By the end my knees are weak, I am exhausted, and I need to rest.
My second gal, her name is Cannondale. Always one for a rough ride, sometimes that's just the way I like it. The wilderness is her calling, the two of us becoming one in the trees, weeds, and dirt. Our dalliances have taken us all over the Southwest. In the end I always feel dirty, bruised, and bloody.
My final gal, her name is Honda. By far the fastest and wildest of the three, I can't resist. Her beautiful curves are inviting. I've been with her since before my wife, and we have been through a lot. Sometimes a bit of serenity with my legs wrapped around her hot body. She has bucked me off before, only to have me get back on. In public, she and I are such a spectacle other ladies would like to join in. Managing what I've got is difficult enough.
Ahhh, temptation is a bittersweet thing. The only way to get rid of it, is to give in. And giving in is bliss. Maintaining such a beautiful trio, all while married, is a difficult task. But I am talented, you can ask any of the three. Perhaps one day when my first girl has tired me, my second girl has cut me, and my final girl has broken me, I shall live a more reserved life. Until then, I abide by one rule.
Two Wheels Only.
My first lady, her name is Scott. She works me up in a sweat. An urban girl, high and tight. Endurance is something this one demands, expecting me to go what feels like dozens of miles at a time. By the end my knees are weak, I am exhausted, and I need to rest.
My second gal, her name is Cannondale. Always one for a rough ride, sometimes that's just the way I like it. The wilderness is her calling, the two of us becoming one in the trees, weeds, and dirt. Our dalliances have taken us all over the Southwest. In the end I always feel dirty, bruised, and bloody.
My final gal, her name is Honda. By far the fastest and wildest of the three, I can't resist. Her beautiful curves are inviting. I've been with her since before my wife, and we have been through a lot. Sometimes a bit of serenity with my legs wrapped around her hot body. She has bucked me off before, only to have me get back on. In public, she and I are such a spectacle other ladies would like to join in. Managing what I've got is difficult enough.
Ahhh, temptation is a bittersweet thing. The only way to get rid of it, is to give in. And giving in is bliss. Maintaining such a beautiful trio, all while married, is a difficult task. But I am talented, you can ask any of the three. Perhaps one day when my first girl has tired me, my second girl has cut me, and my final girl has broken me, I shall live a more reserved life. Until then, I abide by one rule.
Two Wheels Only.