~~Don't let it be true~~

Flames were blowing out the rear of the home, as I climbed out of my engine, the mother frantically grabbed my arm, telling me of her child trapped inside. Quickly assessing the home, making split second decisions, I turned to my nozzle man and gave him explicit orders. I began to walk around the home assessing for other dangers. People screaming, wondering what we were doing, telling us how to do our jobs as they stood from the sidelines. Like a coach I was sizing up my opponent. Reaching the front door, I slid my mask over my face. Tasting the smoke that took my breath away. I could feel my lungs tighten, my throat closing, it tasted like shit. Black smoke was halfway down the door frame, pushing out with force.

During my size up I could tell the fire was located on the first floor, the smoke was black, we call it black fire. Extremely black smoke is almost to the point of ignition and is extremely dangerous. Water was now in the hose, explaining to my nozzle man, he was going to position himself at the bottom of the stairs, while I went upstairs to the babies room. His job was to protect the stairway, leaving me an out, knowing all to well the child was probably dead at this point.

My mask was completely on, my hood pulled up, helmet on, placing my gloves on. The last thing I did before entering was place my regulator on my mask, allowing me to breathe clean air. Like a team leaving a huddle, we were in action, I couldn't even see my camera screen. It was a lifeline, showing me fire or a body, hell I can even see my pathway with it, but not today. Technology was nothing to the beast, it was way to advanced today. I found myself feeling my way up the stairs. I counted twenty three of them, now to the right, like the mom said it was the second door on the right. Feeling the first door I continued on. Another five feet I found the second door, and it was open as suspected. The smoke had gotten this baby, I knew that, however, now it was about the family, trying even if we knew it was too late. I closed the door behind me, giving me extra time. Feeling my way across the room, I found the crib, standing reaching inside I found its limp body. Taking it into my arms, I went back to the door, opening it I was blasted with heat, then hearing the nozzle man say to evacuate, were losing.

Slamming the door closed, I went back into the room, finding the window, taking my helmet, I smashed through it. Outside the firefighters raised a ladder to rescue me. I could now feel my knees burning, the floor beneath me was on fire, I knew time was of the essence. I heard the ladder hitting the side of the house. Smoke was now thick in the room, being sucked out of the open window, giving the fire more air to breathe. I was on my knees, trying to stay beneath the heat and fire. Grabbing the child I reached up to be greeted by my nozzle man, reaching out to take the child from me. I could barely visualize him the smoke was so intense. I could now feel the heat biting me, becoming unbearable, suddenly the floor collapsed from beneath me. Images of you and the kids raced through my mind as I fell, that is the last I remember.

It has been close to a year since the funeral and I am still with you everyday. Sitting next to you and the kids, unable to touch, unable to comfort, all I can do is watch. I see how lonely you are with out me, I see how badly you hurt. My decisions cost me my life, my family and friends, leaving behind emptiness and broken hearts. Giving my life for a child that was already gone, I thought I could beat the beast that day, I was wrong.

Now I sit here watching you live your life and unable to go on. I am stuck here watching until I know that your going to be alright. In the shadows I sit watching, reaching out, can you feel me? That is what made today so hard, watching you with him. I know your life must go on and he makes you happy. The way he touches you, making you smile, did you smile like that with me, I never noticed. Oh god my heart hurts watching you with him. How I wish it was me that still made you happy, holding you in my arms. What I would give to smell your hair, feel your soft skin. The touch of your hand touching me, feeling your breath on my skin. I never realized how much these things I would miss.

Now it is he who enjoys you this way. Now I feel like I have lost you twice, I am replaced, no longer a presence, I am gone. I am screaming and you can't hear me, it hurts me to watch. I want this to be me, but no it is him. I hear your pleasure, I see you happy, I hear your words.

Then in the faint distance I hear an annoying beeping, failing to recognize the noise, I open my eyes. Looking over its my alarm, I am sweating, heart pounding, angry. I reach over hitting my snooze button. Staring at the time, its 5:20 am. Was this just a dream, I don't even want to touch you, you were just with him. My mind fucking with me, what is my day at work going to bring. Is this some kind of sign, is someone sending me a sign. Jesus Christ, how the hell am I supposed to go to work now. Sweat beaded on my brow, heart still pounding I sit there pondering my dream, driving me crazy I decide to shower.

Now dressed for work, I stand beside the bed watching and wondering. Knowing you have no idea of my dreams, I slowly walk over, kissing you on the lips. You don't move, wondering if you even felt my lips touch yours. Don't let this be true. When I leave, I kiss your lips, telling you I love you. Hoping that my dreams never come true.

~~ Waking up next to You~~

I started out today, lying next to you in bed. Lying on our right side, snuggled up against each other, the warmth of our bodies, softness of the sheets. Thinking about the day, thinking about the quietness of the house. Listening to see if the kids were awake, taking in the morning calm.

Placing my hand on your bare thigh, I run my hand up to your briefs, feeling your hip bone, I run my fingers slightly into the waist band. Your soft skin, soft like the sheets, my fingers lightly touch you, trying not to wake you. I listen to you breathe, feeling every breath, my senses are keen. I move my had down your waist, up your abdomen, moving them over your breasts. Taking them in my hand, pulling my body closer to yours. Content I hold you close, leg to leg, chest to back, arm wrapped around you.

I feel you begin to move, afraid that I may have awoke you. Then you place your hand on my thigh, touching me softly, your warm soft hand moving slowly up to my briefs. I feel my testicles tingle, they raise slightly in their sack with your touch. Pulling my legs tighter to your body, adjusting your buttocks into my groin. I feel the warm surge of blood to my penis. Slightly growing, pressing into you, I feel you wiggle a little more. Your hand now leaves my side, reaching for your own briefs, pushing them down, your bare ass is now pressed against my boxers. My penis now hardens with excitement. You feel me press harder against you, reaching back into my shorts. Stroking and touching, hoping to wake me, however, I am already awake.

Still listening for our children, not wanting to be caught, I am hesitant. You then push down on my boxers, releasing me from the confinement. Taking me in your hand, guiding me into you, warm and wet with excitement. I slowly slide into you, arching your back, pressing into me more. Your hand on my thigh, rhythmically pulling into you. My hand on your hip, pushing and pulling. The excitement building, explosion happening, we both lie there in ecstasy.

You turn to me and smile, I kiss your soft lips. Our bodies still pressed together as one, similar to our hearts. Taking in our time together, we giggle and talk about the day before us. Knowing our time alone was soon to be interrupted, we decide to rise for the new day. Another soft kiss, tender touch and loving hug, we rise out of bed.

How I love waking up next you!

~ Long day on the road ~

Riding the motorcycle through the back roads of America, taking us where ever it may. The day was beautiful, sunny and warm, temperatures were in the high eighties that day. Riding through the hills and curves, trees acted as if it were an umbrella protecting us from the sun. Occasionally stopping at small convenience stores to get fuel or something cool to drink, taking in the beautiful scenery while enjoying our time together.

I loved having my wife sitting behind me, snuggled close, body against mine. I yearned for times like this, when I could hold her close, it was like it was, before we had kids and such busy lives. Even though we were warm, we were together, nothing more pure that being with the person you love. We love spending our time together, is what makes us both happy, it is when we spend time apart that we become fragile.

We had spent the day on the road and we were coming into a small town that had a few amenities including a small motel. The entire trip we had been finding those small mom and pop motels along the way. Spending around forty dollars a night, you can't find that in the big cities. This hotel was painted yellow with red trim, bright and clean looking. The appearance alone looked appealing, a place to call it a day. She squeezed my shoulder, then pointing at the motel, I turned on the left turn signal and slowed down. Turning in the cackle of the pipes caused those at the nearby restaurant to look our way.

Pulling to the front entrance of the motel, I slowed and stopped. Using my heel I pushed down on the kickstand, while she dismounted from the bike. I leaned the bike to the left, turning the wheel slightly as I climbed off myself. My wife always looks amazing climbing off of the bike. The black leather jacket, blue jeans and black boots. One of her sexiest looks is when she takes off her sunglasses, loosening her chin strap, removing her helmet. She then takes her hair, shaking it loose from being held captive in her helmet all day long. She always looks sexy when she did this, not only to me, but everyone else who happened to be standing nearby.

Placing my helmet on the seat, I walked through the door, greeted by the owner, a older man in his sixties. He was sitting behind the desk in his recliner, watching the evening news, the space was small but it was like his home. Like a small apartment attached to an office, his life displayed for all others to see. He was friendly and kind, talkative and curious, wondering where we had traveled from. Knowing we were not familiar with the area, he told me about the restaurant located across the street. Mentioning that it being a Friday night we should go early, the crowds come from afar for their fine dining and entertainment.

Removing our luggage we headed for our room. It was smaller than average, cozy, a queen bed sat along the center of the wall, chair in the corner. It was clean, respectable, our home for the evening. Removing our leathers, we began to relax, wanting a shower she turned on the water. I loved watching her undress, her seductive smile glancing at me as she entered the bathroom. She had that sexy flirtatious walk that she has, especially when she is feeling frisky. Smiling at her I told her that she look good naked. I patiently waited my turn, watching the evening news, hoping to catch the forecast.

After our showers we decided to walk across the street to the restaurant. It was now six thirty and the parking lot was beginning to become crowded. Walking through the door you could feel the eyes upon you, people knowing you we were not locals. The smile of the cute blond waitress followed by her bubbly greeting made us feel more welcome. The restaurant was noticeably decorated by various items, a small stage sat at the one end as well. Musician's photos that were autographed decorated the walls too, we had stumbled into a celebrity hot spot.

Our waitress was you typical teenager working her way through High School. Friendly and informative, telling us to stay into the night. Usually the music started around nine, tables are moved and a dance floor is revealed. Having dinner and drinks we decided to stay and enjoy the local flare. People were friendly, saying hello, asking where we were from, that is when we met Crystal.

Most times than not, I am the one that people socialize and talk with, Crystal was different. She took time with my wife, talking, getting to know her, making her feel comfortable. It was if they were friends that had not seen each other since high school. They had more in common the more they talked. Laughing and joking the more I brought them drinks, it seemed as if they had become very close friends. It was now nine and the small band had taken the stage, everyone began to cheer. Music began to play and the dance floor was now flooded with a sea of people. Grabbing her hand Crystal pulled her out to dance, leaving me at the table to watch.

I would occasionally go out and dance, however, I felt as if I was interrupting. Finding time during slow songs she would make time for us to have our turn together. I loved holding her close, telling me how much she loved me, talking about other couples dancing as well. We also discussed the fact that we found a good place to stop for the night. Soon the song was over and Crystal was acting exhausted, she was sitting at our table with her drink in hand. We joined her for another drink, my cheeks were feeling numb. I was feeling drunk and tired, Crystal suggested that we head outside for some cooler air.

Standing outside my wife mentioned that we should head back to the motel, then she unexpectedly invited Crystal to come back with us. I knew I had been drinking, however, I knew I wasn't drinking that much. Did I hear my wife correctly? My mind was still trying to process what I had heard, shaking my head to clear my mind, I looked up and they were walking hand in hand. Giggling and laughing as they leaned on each other. I quickly followed them, watching intently, not believing what I was seeing.

As we walked into the room my wife kicked off her shoes, Crystal followed her lead. I entered as if I didn't exist, unsure if the ladies remembered that I followed behind them. My back against the door, holding it closed, waiting patiently as they stood at the end of the bed. That is when they kissed, like two young virgins kissing for the first time. Their lips touching softly, both wanting to savor every moment.

Their bodies moved slowly as they undressed each other. Kissing and touching, bodies reacting with every move. I had always dreamed of watching my wife with another woman, now it was becoming reality. I could feel my heart pounding, a portion of me was jealous, someone else sharing such a close intimacy. The other part of me was excited, seeing her react, enjoying something so much, watching her eyes sparkle. That is one of the most enjoyable parts about our own sex lives, watching her expressions. Her expressions are as satisfying as the orgasm itself. Trust me I love to cum, however, the satisfaction of seeing your partner in such ecstasy is just as gratifying. So I just stood there, taking it all in and enjoying the expressions of my wife. I could also feel myself getting excited, they kissed slowly removing their clothes, each piece revealing both of their beautiful bodies.

Now naked, Crystal was using her body, guiding her to lay on the bed. Kissing and touching as they lie down, hands exploring, bodies quivering. As Crystal explored her breasts, gently taking her nipples into her mouth, her back arching, biting her lower lip. I could see she was enjoying what was being done to her, then she looked at me, knowing that she was finally fulfilling my fantasy. As Crystal continued her journey over my wife's body, I could see her muscles twitching. Craving for more, purely enjoying the new adventure.

I began to slowly undress while I walked across the room, leaving a trail of clothes as I went. Finding my place next to the bed, sitting in the chair, stroking myself as I watched. My left knee was touching the bed, a birds eye view, within a arms reach, I sat and watched. The excitement on my wife's face was amazing to watch, seeing her enjoy this was more enjoyable than I had imagined. I could tell that Crystal had her on that edge, teasing her making sure that she really wanted to go over that edge. Now begging and asking for her to make her cum, I stroked myself harder. Crystal did not look at me once, totally into my wife, I found this absolutely amazing.

Suddenly my wife arched her back, taking a deep breath like she does, reaching out grabbing my knee. I could feel her fingers digging deeply into my flesh. Letting out a loud expression of relief, her body shook, her toes curled, her abdominals quivered. Between the sight of watching her and the touch of her hand digging into my knee, I was quickly overwhelmed with pleasure. Releasing a large quantity of fluid, shooting high and far. Some landing on her hand, some on my stomach. The warm fluid was now running down my hand and leg.

My wife turned to me and smiled, leaning towards me for a kiss, reassuring me that she still was into me. Crystal slowly kissed her way up to her lips, now both lying down next to each other. My wife was now ready to return the favor, kissing and touching, exploring. I continued to sit there, watching my wife smile, enjoying her little experiment. What a perfect way to end the long day on the road.

~ Thirteen Sex Toys ~ Some meet the extreme!

For some reason today I decided to research sex toys, in light that many of you own the typical vibrator or divulging a little bit deeper. I decided to find a couple of my favorites. I also found some that push the extreme and raised my curiosity of the equipment available. Some of the prices were quite alarming, however, if you can't get it from the opposite sex, I suppose some of these would pay for themselves. So Happy Thursday 13!

1. The Bunny~ This fabulous little toy, some of you may own. I find it fun to participate and use myself. Especially with all the different settings, you can really drive a girl wild with this thing. 2. Glass Dildo~ The shape of this is very interesting, it works on both men and women. The glass makes it easy to clean, sterilize, etc. etc. The other nice thing about glass, put it in a bowl of warm water or hell put it in the refrigerator. Talk about adding an element of surprise. 3. Bondage Kit~ If you don't own one of these kits, go buy one. It is fun to restrain the other person, leaving their hands just out of reach. Just when they want to grab you, they get frustrated, adding to the excitement! 4. Liberator~ These series of pillow wedges make positions slightly easier. It is fun to experiment with these things. It seems to put her in the right position, hitting those special spots that women like to have hit. Just remember though, it does take up space and its hard to explain to your guests, when the kids pull it out to use as a hot wheel or monster truck ramp! 5. The Swing~ OK one of the guys on the fire department has the swing. According to him its great. Now that he has kids, he uses it in the basement. I remember his first house, they removed the ceiling fan and had an eye bolt hanging from the ceiling. The swing gets used at his fire department parties as well. Sometimes its scary to go to his house, your never quite sure whats going to happen. 6. Rocker~ I have never seen this one before, now the rest of the toys get interesting from here on out. I understand how this would be used. It looks fairly comfortable, it functions similar to those ez glide rockers, however, the dildo moves up and down as well. I suppose this would be a great boy replacement once in awhile. I wouldn't mind watching this being used. 7. Saws all~ If you have a man into tools, this may be the toy you want. I assure you that it will simulate rough sex..lol. I have heard of these being used at bachelor parties and the strippers charge $20-25$ per use. Talk about a money maker! 8. Contraption~ This had some type of contraption name. I guess this type of machine offers many variety's. Where would you keep something of this size, the guest room? 9. Cesar Love Machine~ I found this interesting with his and hers attachments. It never ceases to amaze me the things I seem to find. Again where would one store this thing? Next time I see a machine like this in someones home I will know what it is. 10. Pogo~ That's right, a pogo stick with a dildo attached to it, what will they think of next. I wonder if they will be selling this at Wal-Mart! 11. Trap~ This thing caught my attention. I see what it can do for him, I dunno it just doesn't do much for me. Although I just found my next picture, maybe she would enjoy putting him into it now! 12. Strap on~ That trap thing might be fun for her if she used this on him while he was trapped like that, don't get any ideas honey! Make her boy whine and cry while she gives it to him for a change..lol. It is also fun to watch women strap this on and attempt to get the rhythm thing down. If lesbians really buy these things, why wouldn't you just want a man?13. Oral sex seat~ Just looking at this thing makes me laugh, what is appealing about sitting on a toilet seat? I understand that she sits on it, he crawls into this and eats her out. But the whole toilet seat thing, actually freaks me out!

Happy Thursday Thirteen!
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~ Strange Day ~

The kids were off from school, their mother was working, so I decided to take them to Burger King for lunch. The kids were excited to get out of the house, excited to play in the tubes. I ordered their lunch as they found a booth for us, watching them closely, making sure that they were safe. As I sat down, serving them their lunch, specific instructions were given to them about eating, then they were allowed to play.

As they finished their meal the asked if they could enter the loud and obnoxious play area, I agreed. First picking up the table, then taking the trash over to the can, I dumped the tray. Carrying my drink in hand, I entered the room. The kids noise level was almost excruciating. Finding a booth, I sat down with my back against the window. My left leg was stretched out along the bench. My right leg on the floor, always keeping my eye on the kids from my birds eye view.

They seemed to be playing well with others, so I pulled out my book and began to read. Occasionally glancing up to check on the kids. Reading pulled my mind away from the shouting and screaming in the room, lost in words I continued to read. Suddenly my concentration was broken by a familiar voice. A woman that I have met a few times at kids parties, " Ric, how nice it is to see a familiar face here."

I was shocked that she remembered my name, flattered, I smiled and created conversation. She removed her jacket, placing on the bench on the opposite side of the booth. Glancing back at her children, she sat on the bench next to me. I began moving my leg so that she could sit down, she placed her hand on my calf, stopping me. Keeping it on the bench next to her, now bent at the knee. I straightened myself slightly, making a bit more room. Surprised by the intrusion of personal space.

She was very jovial and the conversation was good, talking about the kids, people we knew. She even brought up my wife, mentioning that her husband was out of town on business. That is when the conversation changed tone. Her hand now on my leg, nestling closer, speaking softly she became more flirtatious. Her hand was now not just on my calf, it was slowly moving up to my inner leg. I could begin to feel my sac tingle with excitement.

Knowing what she was doing, she invited me to follow her home so that the kids could play. Looking over at them, she made mention of how well they were playing. Reluctantly, however, like most men, I was intrigued. I agreed to follow her home, knowing the trouble that this could cause. I gathered the kids and we headed to the cars. Disappointed about leaving, I explained to the kids that were going to play at their home instead.

During the drive over, many scenarios were playing in my mind, truly unprepared for what was about to happen. We soon arrived at their home, she pulled into the garage, leaving the door open for us to come in. Excited the kids jumped out racing inside, I followed them in. She then closed the door behind me, following me, she was just as excited like the kids. I gradually took my coat off, placing it on the back of a kitchen chair.

The home was very nice, one of those homes that smelled good, like candles, very homey. Similar to walking into a model home that you wished was your own. Everything in its place, nice, clean and very warming. She was telling the kids to go to the basement to play, leaving us alone. As I complimented her on her home, her reply was, " Its nice, but there a things I am missing." She then asked me if I would like to see the rest of her home.

I began to feel as if I was a teenager over while the parents were away, small tingles ran through my body. Agreeing to the tour, she began by showing me the basement, also another way to make sure the kids were happily playing. I began to anticipate where she was taking me, including her intentions. Amazed by the perfect basement, kids room, theatre and play area we went back to the main floor.

A brief overview of the main floor, walking through, she continued up the stairs towards the bedrooms. A bit hesitant, she reached down, grabbing my hand, pulling me along. Like most tours, she showed me the kids rooms first, very spacious and nicely decorated rooms, each having their own theme. Nice like the rest of the home, not cluttered like mine, everything in its place.

Stopping in the doorway to the master bedroom, she turned, blocking the doorway to the room. Not expecting this, I ran into her arm. Looking at her, I was drawn in, biting her lip, she had a naughty little smirk on her face. Then dropping her arm, allowing me to enter, I did, as she followed. Again amazed by the perfect room, in awe, I even checked out the the bathroom. Reminding me of a resort, again everything was so perfect, again she mentioned that things were missing from her perfect little world.

That is when her hand was placed on my chest, pushing me towards the bed. Walking me backwards, stopped when I got to the bed. She pressed her body close to mine, looking up at me, touching the side of my face. Placing her head into my chest, hearing my heart pound with anticipation, pushing me back onto the bed. Falling on my back, she climbed on top, completely taking me by surprise.

I could feel my cock pressing against my jeans, her body on top of mine, my excitement exposed as she sat on me. Laughing at me, acknowledging my excitement. Her hands were on my shoulders, holding me down on the bed, as if she were a cat that just pounced on its prey. Leaning down she placed her lips on mine, I kissed her back. She giggled with laughter, excited that she had me in this somewhat helpless position, she reached down to the bottom of her shirt. Pulling it up over her head, I was amazed, she was sitting on me, no shirt with just her bra. Then her arm draped across her breasts, while her other hand unclasped it. Her arm holding the bra in place, slowly exposing her breasts.

She leaned down over me, placing her nipple in my mouth. I slowly began to lick her nipple, tasting her sweet skin, feeling the nipple grow in my mouth. A slight moan was heard as she adjusted so that I would not forget the other, giving both of them equal treatment. Then she kissed my mouth, passionately, her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, circling and tasting me. Meanwhile her hands were working on my chest, then up to the side of my face, using her nails to graze my skin.

Kissing my neck, I was lost in ecstasy, feeling her slide her body further down on my legs. Her hand reached to my belt line, beginning to undo my belt, I reached down to stop her, grabbing my hand, she slammed it on the bed. Returning her hand back to my belt line, finishing what she had started. My cock was hard and thick, undoing my pants was like releasing a lion out of its cage. As she pulled my boxers back, I could feel it spring out at her. Taking it into her hand she stroked it firmly, kissing it with a giggle. Then without notice, she took it completely into her mouth, all the way to the base. I didn't even hear her gag, while her other hand grasped my balls, looking down at her, her eyes were looking up at me. Looking for my approval, asI smiled with happiness. With no intention to suck me to happiness, she continued to keep her mouth there, teasing me.

With her mouth on my cock, I could feel her removing her jeans. I could feel the bare skin of her legs against mine, warm, smooth, exciting. Then she took her mouth off of my penis, standing between my legs. I raised up to my elbows for a better look, smiling, she removed her panties. Naked she stood there, staring with that quirky naughty girl smile, her pussy shaved completely, a small ladybug tat on her right hip bone. She reached down, placing her fingers into her wet pussy, pulling them out I could see the wetness. Slowly she raised them to her mouth, sucking her own juices, moaning with pleasure the whole time.

It felt as if my penis stiffened slightly more, I could feel how hard it was, wanting to be relieved, wanting to burst. Leaning over she grabbed it with her hand, squeezing it, happy to see precum, she licked it, acknowledging her pleasure of my excitement. Climbing back on top, she slowly slid me inside. Watching her position herself, so that my cock would hit her most pleasurable areas. Her body began to move rhythmically, working hard to achieve her orgasm, looking down at me with a smile. I could see her pleasure, being in control, taking charge, getting what she wanted. Leaning back slightly, placing her hands on my knees, changing her angle, her beautiful breasts fully exposed, she began to shudder with orgasm. Bursting out with joy and excitement. Her pussy quivered in away that caused me to explode inside her, my ass became tense as I came. Thrusting deeper inside of her, causing her to shudder again, laughing as she threw herself over my body.

Like a blanket she laid on my chest, kissing me, laughing, happy of her conquest. Even though I just fucked her, I began to feel as if I had just been used. Was I just a conquest or was she really attracted to me. Knowing that we were both married, I was afraid to ask. She began to say something when we heard feet of small children, running up from the basement.

Hollers of mom could be heard. Panic surged through both of us, laughing as we both raced to put clothes back on. I pulled my pants up, exiting the bedroom, hurrying down the steps, hoping that I would win the race to the kitchen.

~ You and Me ~

The forecast for the next several days was supposed to be in the mid eighties, sunny, no rain forcasted for days. The kids were and grandma's and grandpa's for the upcoming week, nothing exciting was planned, deciding to head out on the bike for a couple of days. No destination in mind, just ride until we decided to stop, take in the surrounding town and move on to the next stop. No responsibility than enjoying our time together, just you and me.

We packed minimal supplies for the next couple of days, the bags on the bike would not hold a whole lot of clothes. We had the bare necessities of life, toothpaste, deodorant, razors, a small collection of items. A days change of clothes, knowing that we may have to find a hotel with laundry facilities. In the other bag we placed rain gear, even though the forecast was for good weather, Murphy's always prevails.

The bike was loaded as I waited for you , when the door opened I was amazed at your naughty girl look, black boots, jeans, long sleeve shirt, the way you looked made me smile. Putting the helmet on you tied your hair in a low pony tail, keeping it off of your shoulders, again the sexy naughty look, making me desire you even more.

I climbed on, turning the ignition on, pressing the start button and the bike rumbled. A beautiful sound the Harley makes, pipes crackling a low crackle. The vibration of a machine that would lead us to beautiful destinations. Enjoy the scenery's around us, no other worries than you and me. Climbing on you hold my shoulder, balancing yourself, foot on floorboard you swing your leg over as you nestle in behind me. Now placing both hands on my sides. Your legs next to my hips, holding each other as the bike guided us down the street.

The ride was beautiful, taking the roads less traveled, winding through the countryside, coming across towns that we would not normally drive through in a car. Mostly small farming communities, some being the local hot spots. Quaint little restaurants, people sitting in chairs on their porches, people waving as we road through. Reminding us of what America used to be, friendly people waving, even if they did not know you. Something that you can still find in her heartland.

Occasionally stopping at a shop or store that interested us, finding peace and serenity in our travels. It had been several hours on the road and we were now stopping for our second tank of fuel, using the wash room, enjoying a refreshing cold drink. Stretching our legs, enjoying the beauty of the small river that ran the roadside. Small little rapids, the sound of water, peaceful and calming. The local attendant asked us where we were from, interested in what brought us here, he clued us in on a beautiful site to see up the road. Giving us directions, telling us of this secluded beauty that only the locals knew.

As we motored up the road we found the path that we were told about, carefully I turned onto the less traveled road. Trees over the roadway as if we driving down a cave of trees. The air was cool, the sun hidden, beams of light occasionally striking through. The bike rumbled through the quiet secluded area, then as told we came to the open area that we were told about. A small canyon like area, no more than 12 feet deep. Surrounding a hot spring tub that swirled from a small waterfall, creating the river that we had seen before.

It was absolutely beautiful, relaxing, secluded, a vacation hot spot. Everything that we had hoped our trip would be, we stepped down the rocks to the water. Kicking off my boots, then my socks I pulled my jeans up and placed a foot in the water. The naturally hot spring fell refreshing to me. It was then that I decided to remove my clothes and refresh myself. Laughing she was asking me what I thought I was doing. Reminding me that at any moment someone else could pull up and see me naked. I simply just did not care, I felt free, unrestrained, I felt alive.

Much time had passed and she realized as well that we all alone, wanting to feel free and youthful she too undressed and joined me in the water. Splashing like kids we enjoyed ourselves, feeling clean, riding for hours in the hot sun, we felt refreshed. Grabbing her as she swam by, our naked bodies felt slick on each others. I always loved how her breasts felt against me in the shower. Pressed against me we kissed, treading water, both being careful to stay afloat.

Near the rocks I reached out and found a shelf of rock to hold onto, pulling us to the wall, near the waterfall. We could feel the mist raining on us as the water fell nearby. Kissing passionately, pulling her closer, she could feel me getting thicker. Laughing at my excitement she muttered as we kissed. Wrapping her legs around me, pulling me closer, allowing me to enter her. The moment was unexpected, thrilling, youthful, a moment that we made for ourselves. Enjoying our time together, loving, kissing, appreciating. Her arms wrapped around my neck, my hands using the shelf of rock as leverage, her back against the rocks. We rhythmicaly moved until we both climaxed. Kissing, holding each other up, we then laughed about ourselves.

Refreshed we both swam to the side, climbing out, shivering from the cooler shaded area. We shook are arms and legs like animals, trying to rid ourselves of water. No towels to be found, we climbed back into our dry clothes. Smiling and kissing we climbed back up to our bike, again preparing ourselves to continue on our journey. Slightly wet and damp, I fire up the motor again, hand on my shoulder you climbed back on, wrapping yourself around me, kissing my neck as you sat down. I shifted into gear, accelerating as we left our romantic spot, just you and me.

~ Can't wait for spring~

This past week has been nothing but brutal, temperatures dipping into the very low negative teens. Taking our breathe away as soon as we hit that bitterly cold air, exposed skin burning in pain. Our vehicles and homes all creak and it seems if they moan from the stress that they endure. Very few people brave the extreme cold temperatures, everyone stays inside, waiting for the weather to break.

Police officer's, public works, tradesmen, firefighters all have to brave the cold weather as they enter the Arctic. Exposing themselves, taking risks so that others can be helped. Plumber's and heating people work overtime, trying to unthaw pipes or people. On the news we can see firefighters standing outside at a fire, steam from their breath, ice on their coats.

Today I finally can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Excited for spring to come, like a kid waiting for Christmas, finally....finally, I have signed paperwork for my Harley. The one pictured above is similar to mine, a former police bike, how fitting. A completely white bike leaves me options for design. Giving me the freedom to make this bike personal, making it part of who I am as a individual. Over the next few weeks, I will be researching and deciding what colors and design I would like. Many of you will be surprised to hear that I am contemplating some sort of flame design. Red, Blue, Green are some of the options I am considering, however, keeping it simple with pinstripes has also crossed my mind.

Foremost, I look forward to the day that I slowly roll my bike onto the drive, turn the ignition on, engage the clutch, and then with the slight press of the button, start the engine. The loud rumble of the bike resonating through my body, I slowly let out the clutch and ride off into bliss. Taking in the surroundings, finding a lonely road, cruising through the country side. Letting my mind and body escape the normal stresses of life, enjoying being me. Taking time to think about the things only a man thinks about when he is alone with his machine. There will be those times, when the DW climbs on board, wrapping her arms around me, feeling close and loved. Enjoying our time together, admiring the beauty of each other and around us.

Then when I am done with my ride, feeling refreshed, I pull into the driveway, happy to be home. As I turn the motor off, the rumble stops, I climb off of my machine. Removing my helmet, relaxed, I enter through the door.