He barely remembered putting on the leathers. Of the ride itself he only remembered how good it felt
He barely remembered putting on the leathers. Of the ride itself he only remembered how good it felt to sped along the country road and just drive. He had no idea where he was going and he knew it didn’t matter. Or it didn’t until he found himself stopping and pulling up to a estate’s garage somewhere. Then he saw the man. The man from his dreams. The one that always seemed to be wanting him to change. It was one of those dreams that gave him the idea to get a bike in the first place. And taught him to wear noting under the leathers…the man was real? But…how was his Owner real? -- source link
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