The Ride
The freedom of riding with nothing between you.I feel your hard muscles between my legs, as we move as one. The squeezing of my thighs conveying my need, faster…harder. The rhythmic movement has my heart racing. I’m on top, I’m in control. Leaning over, my hands tangle in your mane of hair as you speed up. My body is tight, as perspiration runs down my back. Edging you on, our breathing laboured, you follow my commands. Seeing the end in sight, I let go, giving you fr...