A woman’s cycle


On a bike

When I first saw him… my heart fluttered with glee. My mind raced through all the possibilities of what we could be. My heart quickened as I drew closer. A tinge of fear traveled through my spine, yet his sturdy and well-built frame beckoned me still. Should I? Could I? Would I be safe? I hardly knew anything beyond what my eyes perceived. He was strong. His body shaped so handsomely. The light blue color on him was heavenly.

I couldn’t resist. My physical urge overcame my fear and I just stopped thinking. As anticipation pulsed within my being I spread my legs to mount his already hard body. Together we moved in every which way. My hair became tousled and my breath shallow as our bodies moved in unison. He knew how to move in a way that pleased me. The exhilaration I felt encompassed my soul as I let out a sigh of pure joy. The sense of new-found freedom within my soaring soul brought tears to my eyes as I gasped for more. I hung on tight the faster we went.

As time progressed we slowed our pace. I was out of breath and my legs shaking from riding him so hard. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so free. So uninhibited. He made me feel safe. He carried me beyond what I thought I could do. I could trust him. As I unmounted him I relished in what I had just experienced. I stroked his body one more time.

I never knew it could be like this. I never knew that I would fall in love again. So unexpected.

I can’t contain my passion for him, so that’s when I get back on that bike and ride it hard! Who knew that I would love bicycling so much? Thanks Divvy bikes for reigniting my passion.