Please note that both characters in the article are at least 20 years of age.
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"Dang it!" I remark as once again I can't seem to get my Java code to compile. I am feeling frustrated. For the same two hours I have been looking at the same piece of code. I put the computer down when I hear a thunderous noise in the distance.
I know that rumbling. It's you on your Harley. I hear the distinctive roar of the engine as you pull up in the driveway and hit the kill switch. Riding always puts you in a great mood.
When you come in the door, I notice that you don't stop to take off your jacket or chaps. When you come into the bedroom I see you dressed head to toe in leather. All 5'11" and 267 pounds of you. The ends of your wavy red hair stick through the helmet.
"Why hello there honey! How was the ride?" I ask, with the biggest grin on my face.
You lift the visor on your helmet.
"Exhilarating," you say as you sit on the edge of the bed. "Come here, and rub my back," you say.
"Are you going to take off your helmet?" I ask.
"No, not yet," you reply.
I cuddle up behind right you and start rubbing your back through your pink leathers. I am snuggled so close to you. My front is touching your back, and I am straddling your legs. It's the same position as when you take me on the back of your bike.
I can't explain the feeling when I am next to you. It is not uncommon for me to feel anxious. But when I am around you, I feel loved, and safe. I am yours and that is all that matters. I love it when you are in total control.
What can I say, I am different, ie. nerd like. High school was hell. Persistent teasing, and bullying can cause one to develop a complex. I spent most of my time in the library reading everything I could get my hands on.