I was scrolling ur motorcycle tag and you said you dont have one due to mortality rates. Have u ever thought that you are depriving yourself of the most intense experiences of mechanophilic erotic terror available to you, by not giving yourself the chance to crash a motorcycle? The thought of it is foreplay enough, but those machines know what they are for and they can whisper to you until you really do it <3
You're so right. Unfortunately not only do my family's concerns stop me from getting one, but I am also so broke.
But! I will not deprive myself forever. I can't count the amount of times I'll watch them drive past, or search up videos and imagine running my hands along a pretty bike's fairings and then slipping between the cracks to feel the engine. And of course there's actually riding the thing. The sweet purr of the beast beneath and the thought of taking turns a little too tight, or going on a possibly unsafe road.
Working as one with the machine and eventually on one unlucky day we'll skid across the pavement together. The engine sputters and my heart will be pounding. We'll lie on the road, or to the side of it, relishing in the destruction of it all. We'd both receive matching skid marks and a good few dents. If the motorcycle still works, I'll ride it home. If not we'll walk back, handle in hand. Eventually I'll fix it up and we can do it all over again. <3
