All Tied Up

Just a few cool bondage photos I found and wanted to share. I really like the first one and last one for some reason.

Anyone else have a favorite?

And yes, I do plan on writing some more, I've just not been in the right frame of mind lately for sharing. I'm working on it though...

The Cabin

The driveway to the cabin lies hidden on that bend in road ahead.  I turn onto it, careful on the gravel surface to keep the bike up.  Its a nice long way off the road, plenty of privacy, exactly what I had envisioned for our rendezvous.

I come to a stop near the cabin and find a suitable place to park the bike.  Looking around, the air crisp,  I take in the changing fall colors all around the lake, its calming.  The anticipation has been heavy as of late.  Undoing my helmet strap and pulling it off, the cool air catches in my throat.

Looking to my right, I see her clearly in the window, her face alight as her hand reaches to her neck for something that I can't make out.

I throw my leg over and off the bike, and make my way towards the cabin as she quickly disappear from the window pane.   The smile on my face widening as the months of anticipation flood my thoughts yet again.

There has been so much talk of this moment that I'm unsure which of the plethora of scenarios is about to play out when she meets me at the door.  One thing is for sure, I'm open for any and all of them.

Seeing things

I had asked in the past what the big deal was, how I didn't understand what the draw was to me. You know me, I just consider myself an ordinary guy, (I've been know to be a bit self depreciating, just a bit). And after a slight crisis I was having last night and this morning at home, this would be sent to me unbidden.

"He's up before dawn dressing his little girl.

He's on the road by five thirty for work.

He plays pool with the boys once a week.

He enjoys a drink to unwind at night.

He bends a blonde head over black guitar and toys with a melody.

He finds beauty in art and a well told story.

He consumes music like so much manna.

He handles a 1000 cc bike on a track with the same veracity of spirit he uses to love his little girl.

He's patient in thought and deliberate in action.

Sometimes it takes another point of view to see the things we cannot.

Fish Humor

Sad Fish....

Happy Fish..., well, all but one.

Question

I received a question from SoccerMom who asked, have I ever had sex on my motorcycle?
  As much as I'd like to say the answer is yes, the truth is a much sadder no.  Not from a lack of want on my part                though.

As it so happens I married a women who is just not that into experimentation when it comes to sex, which I might add is causing a growing rift.  It seems that the older she gets, the more of a prude she is becoming.  It hasn't always been so, in our younger days there were all kinds of things she would be willing to try, I wish I knew what kind of switch was thrown in that head of hers so I could undo it.

But, back to the bike.  I can honestly tell you that the bike has already been part of someones sexual fantasy's (*one of my favorites*), as well as some kind of an aphrodisiac for some other ladies who read my blog. There is just something about the bike for some women, I don't know what it is, oh well.

Feel free to ask questions, you may want to know something I would not think you'd be interested in...

Some more black and whites

Here are some more B&W's I found.

Theres just something about the light play in Black and White's.  I love the possibilities, I 'd like to do some experimentation with it myself.

Ummm, Yea....

I'm a sucker for chicks and bikes.

These are a few of my favorite things...