Where the hell did all the hot redheads on motorcycles come from?
I swear that the girl in front of me a few minutes ago was piloting one of those modern, racy, radical looking, crotch rockets, while leaning forward, rather dramatically and pleasuring her clit!
I wish I could pleasure myself that easily. A girl I knew could pleasure herself just by sitting on the edge of the seat when riding one of the old, shaky buses.
*tries to remember seeing girls riding on the edge of the seat, in an old, shaky bus*
The girl I saw yesterday was jamming out to some rather powerful speakers, mounted behind her, in place of saddlebags. I know she was dancing or moving in rhythm to the music and putting on a little show, but I got a good look at her face, while she was next to me at a stoplight. I have seen that look before. I know what she was doing. I just wonder if she knew that I knew. The thought that she might have, causes a flow of energy that leads to wood, if I dwell on it.
*tries to dwell*