Leathers
When the book is due out, this story will get taken down, so don’t wait! You’ve been warned!
Another story that will go into my retro collection, Nice Girls Don’t. The kind of women your mother warned you about.
Nice Girls Don’t - COMING SOON
Leathers
That year I discovered I like leathers.
I’d heard all the rumours, but never seen it in person. The noise hammered my ears, the engines throbbed so loud I could feel it I my bones.
The bikers were in town.
When I came out here from the city, they said it was peaceful, all but one weekend a year. The biker invasion, they called it, and now I understood what they meant.
The road was full of motorbikes. Three oversized machines drove in formation, the front centre machine just a few feet ahead of the others. They were like a flight squadron in that skilled but nerve-wracking closeness, just inches between them. A moment’s lack of concentration would mean the entire gang would crash into each other. Terrifying and thrilling.
The powerful throb seemed to reach down into the earth and come back via my toes, almost taking hold of my core. It put my body on high alert, fingers trembling, nipples tight in my t-shirt, breath shallow in my chest. I’d never seen or felt anything like it.
