Harley Davison and the dirty man
I was attempted to hire a motor bike. I had this moment of freedom and daring excitement going on at the same time. I was in a motorbike shop in Pattaya, Thailand for over an hour staring at this beautiful sexy, daring and dirty man who wanted to take control of me. This man kept sending me exciting, sexy, naughty and daring messages telepathically he was called “The Harley Davidson machine” looking at me for a very long time and wanting to take me out and introduce me to a wide dirty stretch road and play with me. Riding and listening to “Born to be wild” travelling from Pattaya, Thailand to Vietnam feeling highly satisfied and contented with life.
You know that feeling, the feeling that there are some things in life which is better than sex. That’s one of them. That feeling you get when you’re holding and gripping as tightly as possible, those handle bars that you feel entice by…. listening and seeing that black leather and shiny metal to that sexy man machine “roaring” and “roaring” with excitement – when you feel that vibrating click of the gear changing and when you’re avoiding those disgusting mother fucking pot holes. You’re going across country gasping for liquid because your thirsty with excitement, but you can’t stop because those mother fucker sneaks are larking around looking for supper; so you keep on going and going till you only stop because your desperate for that cold water slithering down your throat that feeling of survival, that feeling of living on the edge that dwelling rush of feeling high on life. That smell you get when you’re so so “hot” and your sweating like a pig and sweat pouring down your face, your body is sticking and stinking, you know it, that dwelling rush kicks in that you couldn’t even get from drugs . That dwelling rush that your sure you couldn’t get no matter how good sex is.
Remember from the beginning of this story how I told you I was attempting to hire a Harley Davison bike and when this beautiful sexy, daring and dirty man wanted to take control of me. This man kept sending me exciting, sexy, naughty and daring messages telepathically he was called “The Harley Davidson machine but, then I remembered coming off the bike in 2006. That exciting moment didn’t last for long. But, I wanted to share my thoughts within that time I was in the motorbike shop. but instead I end up on the back of a clapped out scrappy motorbike taxi going towards Big C shopping centre in Pattaya in heavy traffic for half an hour to get my eye lashes done got there …. the shop had closed.
I guess we can’t always get what we want?