Ride Stories

(Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 5The next day came, and I washed in a fresh basin of water and readied myself for another day onboard the ship. I was summoned to Lunch with the officers and captain and then was seen to my room. I sat idle in my room staring out the portside from my lonely window looking at the endless waves. Evening came and Dinner was the same, then once more back to my room. I thought I mig...

We arrive mid morning on Saturday to start the weekend. Riding the bike to the lake house is always a good time. I can feel your hard nipples on my back from the cool morning air swirling around us as we ride. Your hands on my thigh, I can feel your nails through my jeans as you hold on around the corners. Once we're there, and settled in, I start the grill for lunch while you work in the kitchen preparing a side dish or...