I sip morning coffee. Mechanical. Brain hijacked. She’s next room, sleeping off our frenzy. What a fucking night. Hesitant touches first. Years of chains snapped. I dared. She bucked wild. Purring then roaring. We jerked, swung, hard-rocked till dawn. No bed. No dance floor. Pure street sin.
Trois Fontaines mall. Dim shop corner. First sight: her. Christine. Honda Street Hawk. Japanese siren. Leather skin tight on killer curves. Almond eyes steel-velvet. Hypnotic pull. Aura masculine-wild. I returned daily. Stares turned slave. Francis pried. ‘Hiding a bomb?’ I dodged. Timid ghost no more. I strode in. Hands claimed hips. Fingered her ass. Crowd blurred. Voice cracked addressing her. But eyes fucked her perfect.
The Mutation
Sidewalk roar sealed it. Deep brass growl. Janis rasp. I mounted. Thighs crushed hot flanks. Revved hard. She reared. I gripped. First cum ripped me. Spasm city streets. Diabolic queen owned me. Or I her?
Pontoise exit. Fused. Obscene beast rolled fast. Passers glared. I squeezed tighter. Juiced again. Deserted D-road. Hands roamed free. She screamed. Twisted like bronco. Bucked to unhorseme. Then melted. Sinuous waves under fingers. Ten cums hers. Mine endless. 200 km/h Vexin blur. Orgasm tsunami. Cops? Fuck ’em.
Francis doorstep. Eyes devoured. ‘Christine? Devil ride.’ Smirked. Knew my game. Poster betrayed me. Asian muse twin. Fuji backdrop. He sniffed grease trail. Shifted. Now equal. Envy burned.
Vincennes Friday roar. Bastille to castle. Bikers froze. Wolves slobbered. Girls glared. Joe Bar Team crew muted. Her flags proud. Perle de Toba. Suzuka ring queen. Bol d’Or bowls hers. I strutted. Power throbbed. Their lust fed mine.
The Exploit
Home basement. No fuck. Just grind. Her pulse mine. Dawn surrender.
Coffee down. Peek door. Feline sleep. Sheet hugs guessed curves. Heart pounds. No boner. Wet heat yes. Violence pulls away. Bike pedals pump rage. Relais de la Chasse paths. Energy dump. Christine haunts. Francis covets. Jalousie spike?
Dash home. Portal fear. She’s still. Fool me. Slip beside. Sheet peels slow. Sun licks lines. Devil or me? Mine now.
Phone buzz. ‘Come.’ Francis frames door. Hunger raw. ‘Hawk stole you.’ I grin. Malice sharp. ‘Fuck me first. Nail it, ride her after.’ Mask gone. Prowl unleashed. Thighs command. He dives. I ride him savage. Secret fuels. Therapist grins tomorrow. Day lawyer suit. Night? Thunder bitch. Stronger than all. Two loves. I rule.