The long drought since the Biker left town was finally broken on Friday evening. The anticipation mounted with each update informing me that they'd reached Mbarara, the equator and finally town. Before he told me that they had cut their trip short, I had taken out insurance and planned a date with one of my needy special friends that i'll call K. Now K is exciting to hang out with but for only the briefest of times because I can't say I particularly enjoy talking to him. Even making small talk with him is like watching paint dry! Anyway, what he lacks in conversational skills, he makes up for in bed.
Much as I was faced with the dilema of letting down K gentl, I found myself resorting to the uncouth choice of making my cellphone unavailable. I thought I could squeeze him into my tight schedule before I retired to a night of bliss with the Biker but because he had not seen me for a while, he kept calling to remind me of our date. I therefore made the choice to keep the Biker happy since I knew K would forgive me for any indiscretions within two minutes of turning on my charm at our next meeting.
On getting home in my palpable excitement, I reached out to hug the Biker and in that one moment, realised that probably, he is too short for me. His obvious manifestations of love and affection quickly helped me to forget that rather disturbing detail. We then embarked on an exciting journey in which we explored each other's bodies. I must salute the Biker for helping me discover certain points of pleasure that I never knew I possessed. Armed with this new information, I know that only the sky is my limit.
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So Big Mama, how did the Biker compare to Q in bed?
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