Shag or motorcycle ride?

[Xtat1k]

Look out Kitty..his next question will be ''and what are you wearing''......

Nah im right

[Xtat1k]

You've known me too long........and know the answer to that already.

So for you is it bikes or shag? Or both at the same time?

ride then shag

[Xtat1k]

anyways girls im out


c u

[Goblin]

Are tickets avaliable for this event?....

indeed! $10 a ride last I heard.... Bring ya mates! I think its in October....will let ya know closer to the event.

[Kittyhawk]

ride then shag

Pffft....you could do both at the same time....lol

[_intense_]

first one, then t'other.. now, its just a matter of priorities

[Ocean1]

What if you had a pillion on the back doing it for you........

Never been quite that lucky… be chilly, chance of shrinkage in winter? Bloody dangerous too, tricky navigating with half the blood drained outa ya head.

If I ever found the right guy....itd be me riding the bike, him on behind! So both at the same time for me

One day I hope that dream will come true....

That however (believe it or not), I have done… hold on, calls for a drink…

Was on a trip to collect a new bike in Marsterton, a friend of the concave persuasion had offered to give me a lift up to get it, on a CB360 if I recall. Nice day, midweek. The heavy braking on the way down the Taka’s shifted my attention from the scenery to more tactile (if no less scenic) issues, a fact that she could not but be aware of. We’d never had occasion for such activities before and I think her offer of the lift was genuinely wholesome, but the smile when we stopped in Featherston for gas was fairly pointed. So, after careful adjustment of various equipage off we went. Proceedings, um, proceeded shortly after, and continued until Carterton (well all right just short of Greytown), when a cop happened to notice the slightly erratic (and erotic) riding and decided to pull us over. Scuse, nuther drink…

Now, imagine the situation. The two of us still substantially in flagrante delicto when the cop’s car door slammed behind us. I’m always careful with zips, but with gloves on and in the little time available I wasn’t careful enough it seems. Although the damage wasn’t seriously crippling her nickname for me thereafter was Fiveskin Fred. As the cop walked up we were both, for different reasons, rolling on the ground in tears, it was five minutes before either of us could stand. And another five before we could speak coherently, while the cops face was getting redder and redder.

We did later find more conventional methods to amuse ourselves, although not for a good week or so later. Several months later she was transferred, eventually married and had two kids. We remained friends and I saw her once or twice a year for a long time.

I saw her husband again last year at her funeral. He asked me “Why did she always call you Fred?”

I'm outa whisky...

[grogan]

Beer - no contest

[Morcs]

Why need there be a choice?

Perfect day starts with waking the missus up for a shag. Breakfast. Followed by a coffee and ciggy whilst oogling the bike. Then going for a ride followed by a beer.

Sorted.