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I Was a Middle-Aged Biker Chic

Log of the Week - Sun , 04 February , 2007

I enjoy fantasy role playing. I mean, I really love fantasy role playing. Putting on a different personality as one dons a costume can be very enticing and exciting. Your SensuAlchemy has portrayed many a lusty woman over the years, but nothing could have prepared me for the biggest departure as well as the sexiest role play character ever: biker chick.

 

I have had a secret love affair with motorcycles since I was a teenager and my boyfriend’s older brother took me for a ride on the back of his Harley. I knew something magical was going to happen the moment my legs straddled that bike and my arms circled the waist of my next boyfriend. He revved the engine and we took off. The wind wreaked havoc with my hair and stung my eyes, but I pressed my chest against that biker’s back, and squeezed my thighs even tighter as we rode. We only rode a few minutes, but I knew I would be back for more. It was a breathtaking summer.

 

A good friend had a Harley Davidson Roadster that he customized and entered in a competition. I eagerly volunteered to help him ready the bike for the show, and jumped at the chance to attend with him. I learned a lot about the mechanics of that bike, about the special techniques used in painting and air~brushing the designs, and I also learned of the rich history of Harley Davidson motorcycles and the people who rode them. As the show date approached, I made the decision to totally embrace the role of biker chic.

 

The date of the show, I arrived at my friend’s house, ready to play this fantasy to the fullest. He took me up and down, taking in my outfit: tousled auburn curls, garnet-stained lips and nails, black Harley Davidson T-shirt, tight enough to mould my breast but not too tight, layered over a long sleeved grey T-shirt; slim black jeans that hugged the curve of my bottom in a most provocative manner, and black boots. He said not one word, but kissed the hell of me. Yep, this was going to be fun.

 

At the show, I was saucy and sassy with the bikers who stopped by, flirting outrageously with men and women alike! Took a few pictures with some, exchanged email addresses with others and made friends with still others. Throughout the day, I would catch my friend just looking at me, with an unmistakable message: we were going to be up really late.

 

I have the utmost respect for the women who ride, and I know that being a biker chick is about a whole lot more that just dressing the part. The women I emulated that day are strong, sexy and smart and I worship at the alter of their independence. I couldn’t do what they do, I will never learn to ride a Hartley, but I will always have the memories I made that day…and night…I got to be a biker chick.

 

Please feel free to drop me a line: deborahlee815@aol.com.

          




                
     
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