Never doubt the power of fate…
Desires – Travelling
By Fzzy and Tera S
It took a little bit of time for the motorcycle and its rider to come out of the darkness. As it approached the sounds of it was like nothing he had ever heard before. It began as a low moan that seemed to be like that of a woman in heat purring for release from her lover. Then it changed to a throaty growl like that of a dragon roaring for the loss of its mate. Then just before the bike slowed down a wail like a banshee’s cry ripped across the distance between them and then fell into a throaty growl of anticipation as it came to a stop on the side of the road next to him.
The first thing that caught his attention was the motorcycle. It was chrome. Not just a little bit of chrome here and there, but the entire machine save it’s tires was chrome. Even though it was night, the chrome seemed to glow and pulse in the little light of his fire and the stars in the skies above. The bike was a chopper, but it was like nothing he had seen before. For a moment it almost looked like a woman in chrome was stretched between the front and rear wheels. Her back and bum creating the seat of the bike. Her arms reaching forward to grasp the front wheel in her hands. The exhaust of the bike formed from her legs. A pair of jet black saddle bags draped like a black leather skirt, hugging the curves of the bum, just brushing over the calfs of the woman bike. The top of the engine shaped from the curves of her tummy and breasts jutting proudly forward into the rushing wind as the bike was ridden by its owner. Her head the point where a single headlight burned into the darkness, her hair becoming the long sleek handlebars sweeping back and towards the rider that almost seemed to be merged with the bike she rode….
But then the rider on it pushed that all into the background as her high heeled red boot crunched into the gravel beneath the machine she rode. She was tightly wrapped in red leather that did not leave any doubt that the women inside of them was a beauty. It seemed as if the leathers were painted onto her body as he stared at her for a moment. In the slightly cold air of the night it looked as if steam was slowly rising from her leathers, the effect of a white glow around her so red form on the silver she rode. She seemed to consider him, looked in his direction, the red helmet on her head glinting as she moved. He watched a long raven black ponytail swish against her leather covered back and then settle as she focused her attention on him. He then heard the sound of a kick-stand being released from the bike and the motor being shut off.
She glided from her mechanical steed and for a moment he saw that on the gas tank was written in red flowing script Fantasies. She looked at him though the mirrored surface of the helmet’s visor she wore, before pulling her red leather gloves from her hands and flipping the visor up with her left hand. Her piecing green eyes looked at him through the opening of the helmet as her warm smooth voice drifted across the darkness to him, “What happened to you hero?”
Sometimes who is, is someone that you would never expect to see…