I, too, was a manwhore ...

I, too, was a manwhore. Now I'm a bigamist. I got a good price for my first wife, Antoinette, who had been at the circus long past her prime. It's shocking how much a contortionist depreciates over time.

 

Once a manwhore, always a manwhore...

 

So your a fog now. BFD.......................

 

Maybe the dark and stormy night opener would fare better.

 

Couldn't fare any worse.

 

I probably should have started this thread with a bit more of an explanation. In a different post (To All the Girls I've Loved Before), I described my "relationships" with my prior bikes and invited others to do the same either though stories or photos. One response started with, "I too was a manwhore. Now I'm a bigamist." I thought that was particularly funny and explained how it had inspired me to start a new thread - this one - in which those would be the opening lines. The idea was, others would then contribute to the story by adding one or two lines of their own, each flowing roughly from the previous lines. The only suggestions were that we keep it clean enough to not be shut down by the mods and that we let at least five others contribute before going again.

Not knowing that and simply stumbling across this post, you must have thought I was just on another one of my benders. But now, with this understanding, maybe we can start again. I'm very much prepared for it to flop once again but heck, I'm going down with the ship! So, here goes:

I, too, was a manwhore. Now I'm a bigamist. I got a good price for my first wife, Antoinette, who had been at the circus long past her prime. It's shocking how much a contortionist depreciates over time.

 

Someone's first wife started behaving like a well worn chain. Sloppy and flapping around flinging grease all over the place. Even on un attached sprockets if you get my drift. I was a man whore after I threw out the old chain. But that all changes when I got a new chain and sprockets.

BTW. I have only known one or two threads to be locked down here. Mods are probably the most lenient around. Or drunk all the time.

 

Then, one dark and stormy night as I made my way home from the local watering hole, there she was, her skin glistening from the raindrops reflecting the moonlight. I thought to myself, has enough time passed to think about getting involved again. But the sight of her made my heart race, so I wandered over to get a closer look.

 

Yes, there she was. My first love. Suddenly i saw a taillight take off at a high rate. I chased her as fast as I could on my GPZ750 but couldn't catch her. I lost it on a sharp corner and my love kept going. I saw in the distance, she was riding... A Interceptor! ( i need another pint)

 

(Now we're cookin', haha! Next pint's on me!)

 

I might be a chubby chaser. I mean I have the skinny girls. It is a mother daughter kink thing for me.

But with them there is very little cushion with the tushin. Then I met STella, a big boned girl that packs a punch.


She is game for what ever I want to do and does not spend hours in front of the mirror or the salon.
She may weigh twice as much, but sheds it quickly when she starts to purr on the asphalt dance floor. Truth is I like them all. Young, old, heavy, light, German, Japanese, it matters not. I too am a manwhore!

 

Now, I think this post should be in the other thread but thank you nonetheless! I love em all too!

 

Then as I was going in and out of conciousness, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of light. My head cleared as I thought, "could it be"? yes, it was my love coming back. As she closed in, I could distinct see her curves in silhouette that I knew by heart once before. But as I took off my helmet I couldn't help but notice something was different. Very different...

 

she was kinda busty up front, leaning out in the middle with a lithe, smoothly flowing continuance toward her well engineered-----------

 

Woke up, took a look to my left......oh jeeebus that bitch had some heft, ran for my life, called a cab, and went back to searching for that skinny little thing that was much more adept

 

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Is STella STraight? Even though I'm not a big fan or RWB, I like the paint job on the ST.

 

I, too, was a manwhore. Now I'm a bigamist. I got a good price for my first wife, Antoinette, who had been at the circus long past her prime. It's shocking how much a contortionist depreciates over time.

Someone's first wife started behaving like a well worn chain. Sloppy and flapping around flinging grease all over the place. Even on un attached sprockets if you get my drift. I was a man whore after I threw out the old chain. But that all changes when I got a new chain and sprockets.

Then, one dark and stormy night as I made my way home from the local watering hole, there she was, her skin glistening from the raindrops reflecting the moonlight. I thought to myself, has enough time passed to think about getting involved again. But the sight of her made my heart race, so I wandered over to get a closer look.

Yes, there she was. My first love. Suddenly i saw a taillight take off at a high rate. I chased her as fast as I could on my GPZ750 but couldn't catch her. I lost it on a sharp corner and my love kept going. I saw in the distance, she was riding... A Interceptor!

Then as I was going in and out of conciousness, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of light. My head cleared as I thought, "could it be"? yes, it was my love coming back. As she closed in, I could distinct see her curves in silhouette that I knew by heart once before. But as I took off my helmet I couldn't help but notice something was different. Very different...

she was kinda busty up front, leaning out in the middle with a lithe, smoothly flowing continuance toward her well engineered-----------

Woke up, took a look to my left......oh jeeebus that bitch had some heft, ran for my life, called a cab, and went back to searching for that skinny little thing that was much more adept

at motorcycle repairs. My GPZ took a beating when she went down. But nothing like the beating I'll receive from those damn circus clowns if they ever find me. Maybe I should just let her go.

 

But I can't let her go. At the shop with my wrench (the lovely Katie) I couldn't forget how fast that Interceptor was last night. I gave it hard to the GPZ but my love outpaced me easily until the crash. "What to do, Katie? I need more power!" I was shocked when Katie recommended... Changing the OEM chain? Ok get it done and the chase will resume...