ducati  

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6/14/2006 1:14 pm

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11/27/2006 1:30 am

ducati

My red lady and I made a lot of journeys around Europe. We shared passion, hot roads, exciting corners, and some intimate moments. She hurt my butt and balls whenever she liked it. Now she has nearly 40 thousands kilometers on her and her hart exposed signs of being used. Every year she needs more attention and costs me a fortune.
I know there are better and beautiful young ladies waiting in the shop, they are standing there blinking in black, yellow or red. But I prefer my red lady.
I know that we are both not prefect. She wants to dominate me and thinks I am a pussy. But I am a caretaker, when her hart is cold I gentle turn the throttle. When she is hot, I support her.
But she can’t adapt and forgive because she is a furious machine wanting to show her strength.
Together we can ride every damn way, but alone we don't get the best out of ourselves. She has to trust me taking every corner, every road and every move. But this babe wants to control it by herself. If only she could communicate.
O yes, she misfires sometimes, to let me know her way of thinking. She even wants to trough me off now and then. But until yesterday, I manage to adapt to her in every possible way.
Today she thought I would trade her in. When the shop door closed and I had to let her behind.
We are a funny couple, she probably thinks I will go back to my old Kawasaki, but I won't. I know if she let the mechanic to his work, we could really be are a perfect team. Until death tears us apart. If only she asked me, I would leave everything else and marry her.
I would love to meet her parents....


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