Journal 103
Sable 29
Motorcycle courier
- Life
- A room over a garage and a bike that starts in any weather.
- Temper
- Fast mouth, slower once she has decided to be caught
Kinks
- A short agreed chase and the catch she wanted
- Pulloffs, alleys, and the dark beside the road
- Hard fucking she asked for, and the word that ends it
I ride for a living and I live over the garage, and the bike starts even when the weather is foul. I do not keep anyone. The men I want are from bars and lots, not from a route sheet. When I want the chase, we agree it in the car or on the gravel before anyone runs. The word is redlight. If I say it, everything stops, no argument, no sulk. I have a fast mouth and I get slower once I have decided to be caught. Hard fucking is something I ask for. The dark beside the road is plenty of room. I ride home alone after.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The alley
September, a different bar, a different night, and I was not looking for one man. Emil is twenty-seven. Hassan is thirty-eight. They were not together. I checked, because I will not be the guest star in somebody else's couple. Emil said they had met an hour ago at the bar. Hassan said the same. I said good, because I wanted the pair and I did not want a relationship with…
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Dario followed my tail light up the hill because I had told him to, not because he had decided the night. He is thirty-three. We met at a bar that is not on my route, and in his car at the bottom of the overlook I made him say the game back. I run. He chases. He catches me because I want to be caught. He can fuck me hard.…
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