I walked up to her, gently drinking her in, with a magnifying glance I looked her over, every inch, from top to bottom, front to back. I had such a longing for her, it had been a while since the last time I caressed her, just thinking about that last touch made my heart beat faster. She stood there accomodating me, like two attractting forms of energy becoming one. it had been a while since I had straddled her, the urge was greater than any other desires I had that moment. Slowly and gently mounting her, I stroked that tight firm body, caressed her .. she responded like a tigress ... with a majestic roar, her body shivered. calming her, she purrred ... her heart beat thumping like a war drum ... I knew she wanted to be rocked, she always responded well when I shifted my hips and with a forward thrusting motion setting her free from the shackles that bound her to the ground. From thrusting forward, I pulled her back ... every thrust of the hip moving her closer and closer to where she was ready and begging to be rode. Feeling her tremble I moved her into position, gleaming brightly she was ready to ride. I softly shifted into a slow rhythmic gear ... working her slowly as she responded with the sweetest moan, her excitement building up as she became louder and my intensity grew as I shifted into a more accelerating pace. I could tell this was what she wanted .. she responded with a louder growl .. she was heating up .. moving faster, the challange to be the best thing between my legs drove her to a new dimension... every new thrust I made upwards made her respond like a wild cat unleashing all her power. Finaly the moment came, both of us were part of one whole entity, the feeling of ecstasy .. the timeless moment .. both in total excitement and lost within each other ... the moment the rider and the ridden ... experianced the art of Zen Motorcycling.
