Ah, February 14 is here again. A very special day for all of us. A day you don’t want to forget. A day when you make that extra effort to show the one you love just how much they mean to you. V Day.
On this day, I will rise early, tiptoeing out of bed so as not to make any noise and stir the sleeping. I will dress quickly and quietly, leaving the shoes until the last moment to avoid any heavy footed clomping. Making my way to the kitchen, I’ll prepare snacks and drinks, to be enjoyed during the adventure I have carefully planned for the day. The excitement builds within me as I think about what lays ahead.
When I see her there before me, waiting, my heart rate increases, and continues to rise as I make first contact with her. I whisper seductively “Are you ready? I’m gonna ride you hard today.” I reach for the lube and the pump.
I love her deeply. But she alone is never enough. I need more, to keep the flames of my infatuation burning bright. Yet I never feel unfaithful, I just have more love to give than one can handle. The others don’t mind, they never complain, and are always happy to let me ride them too. They are the best, most loyal friends a man can have.
This V Day, do something special for your loved one(s). Bathe them. Buy them a gift (maybe something in rubber, or a nice bottle of something). But most importantly, take them out, spend the whole day together, share some beautiful views… and make it a V Day to remember.
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Just back from my V-date with Ms Bozzie. She was dressed up in the 8 speed Mirage and Open Pros that I bought for her and we headed for the coast. The sun warmed us as we took our time and drank in the scenery. Sure, she's gained a bit of weight since we first started dating, but she still gives me the same sweet ride and brings a smile to my face and still turns heads whenever we pass another rider. In fact, one tried to crash our date and sit behind, checking her out from the rear. I let him know that this was a private affair, and he wasn't welcome... we made our escape and settled back into our own easy rhythm. After two hours we headed for home and a relaxing afternoon. It was a great V Day.
@frank
What's 'Valentine's Day'?
@brett
Beautiful, what length is the stem?
Bozzie on the rebound? Thought she was 'Single'? Glad she got a V-date!
@DerHoggz
Surely a personal question, and the answer is always 8 inches
@Pedale.Forchetta
Ya. I didn't want to mention that. Just posted the ride. Even subtly doesn't get missed around here.
That was lovely, brett. I knocked over one of my loVers last night, on my way back to bed from a nocturnal emission. She lay there til morning. The guilt I felt upon rising was minimal. She's done far worse to me.
@brett do you think she thinks she was ridden hard? Or was she just rolling along thinking of something else whilst you were going your hardest?
I only though experiences like this were all made up until this morning...
I saw her in the morning light as the dawn broke.. fresh, clean, the dappled light softening her lines. I got down on my hands and knees, made sure she was well lubed, then straddled her manfully. Off we went, slowly at first, taking it gently until we got warmed up, and then it was up and down, up and down, searching together for the highs and plunging into the lows.
As we approached the final peak I was nearly spent, but we surged on together, in unison, my magnificent stroke in synchrony, she responding willingly to my exertion. We crested together, exploding over the top like a spent force, I collapsed over her, spent, exhausted.
In my head I heard her slowly whisper " sur la plaque......."
Dear Abby,
My husband, my poor husband suffers from depression. However, it is I who is depressed now. I have learned he rides his 9 speed harder then he's ever ridden me. The worst of it is he didnt tell me, I had to read about it on the internet. Is there any recourse?
Sincerely,
The "other" girl