Who's that blowing in my ear?
Stopped by the BMW dealer today to drop off my bike for a shock problem and oil change. Walked around the shop a bit only to lay my eyes on a solid black 999S. Gave her the "big eye", noticing her taught swedish ohlins legs and spine, with marchesini wheels and double ported race exhaust. Nervously, anxiously I stood astride admiring her guages like an inviting smile so I tossed a leg over and immediately smooshed my boys in a fit of raging testicular torsion, she grinned slyley as if this were a game. It took everything I had not to noticeably squirm as the salesman looked on, but he knew.
She felt grand, checked the footplant and squeezed her a bit between the things, knees in the tank. She moaned a bit as her spine compressed but it was more of a heated pant of desire. Just then this sensual italian daughter of lust revealed her price of flight, just north of $23 large and I knew I couldn't roll in the hay any longer. So begrudgingly I dismounted and gave her one last visual indulgence. I knew what I was missing, she knew what she was missing, so I walked around back once more and slipped her the shocker.