A-Bike
Winner of the Short Story Contest 07/05
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It is a dark and stormy night, and I am alone, feeling vulnerable, and needy. The rain is cold against my frame. You've left me here, chained, defenceless. The steel brushes against me, and I long for you, ache for you to come back. My mind flashes through all the possibilities of you, your skill in treating me.
Through the rain I see your figure silhouetted. I realise how wet I am.
You walk toward me confidently, with necessity in your eyes. I know what you want, and you use me this way all the time. I like it.
You unlock me casually. Your hands glide over my handle bars and I feel your firm buttocks slide over my saddle as you mount me.
You start working my pedals and I start moving forward. I feel the sweat on your body start to build up and you ring my bell, driving me crazy with lust.
A hill up ahead, I brace myself and you kick in a higher gear. It is excruciating ecstasy, I moan out to you. You pant back, insatiably.
As we climb up the hill together you dismount me and start stepping down on the pedals with all your bodyweight. I feel as if my chain is gong to jump off and the spokes on my back wheel start to shake. My chain jumps off. You stop and kick me hard. "Stupid bike!" you yell and I love it. I want you to treat me rough!
I get a few seconds to recover before you mount me again and we start going down a street. You weave to the left and right, making me dizzy and adding to my ecstasy. I feel your hands on my handle bar and can't help but feel dirty. You ride me wild.
For a moment my pedals run fast, so fast, and I can feel you injecting your every last strength into me. Suddenly, you stop, and we both collapse into the ground, a tangled heap of metal and flesh, exhausted, spent.. A warm liquid effuses from you, it runs delightfully over my body. So volumous, so potent, spreading its sickly salty stench over the damp tarmac. It stains my varnish red. I hope we never move from here.
Through the rain I see your figure silhouetted. I realise how wet I am.
You walk toward me confidently, with necessity in your eyes. I know what you want, and you use me this way all the time. I like it.
You unlock me casually. Your hands glide over my handle bars and I feel your firm buttocks slide over my saddle as you mount me.
You start working my pedals and I start moving forward. I feel the sweat on your body start to build up and you ring my bell, driving me crazy with lust.
A hill up ahead, I brace myself and you kick in a higher gear. It is excruciating ecstasy, I moan out to you. You pant back, insatiably.
As we climb up the hill together you dismount me and start stepping down on the pedals with all your bodyweight. I feel as if my chain is gong to jump off and the spokes on my back wheel start to shake. My chain jumps off. You stop and kick me hard. "Stupid bike!" you yell and I love it. I want you to treat me rough!
I get a few seconds to recover before you mount me again and we start going down a street. You weave to the left and right, making me dizzy and adding to my ecstasy. I feel your hands on my handle bar and can't help but feel dirty. You ride me wild.
For a moment my pedals run fast, so fast, and I can feel you injecting your every last strength into me. Suddenly, you stop, and we both collapse into the ground, a tangled heap of metal and flesh, exhausted, spent.. A warm liquid effuses from you, it runs delightfully over my body. So volumous, so potent, spreading its sickly salty stench over the damp tarmac. It stains my varnish red. I hope we never move from here.
