I know that many of you are wondering "What happened to DANGERGIRLS legs?"

Thank you to SIDEKICK for posting those pics.

The ass one is just a bonus for those of you who are on the fence about our blog. If you want to keep the loyal readers you have to show some tits and ass on occasion.

Well with the winter and all, one might say, I had a touch of "Cabin Fever".

The story goes something like this...............

I awoke one Wednesday morning, the sun was shinning, and the winter birds were singing there last song of the season. It was a day like no other.

As I was driving my youngins to school that morning, the most amazing idea came into my mind. I should go for a bike ride today.

On my return trip, I looked at the trails and thought to my self, " SELF, they are clear enough to ride!"

I had a vision in my minds eye of were I wanted my journey to take me. Somewhere with little tree coverage, and lots of sunlight.

I waited until high noon, and then ventured into my garage. It was like falling in love all over again. Hanging from the ceiling, my bike.

Diligent and patiently it had waited six months for me to return!



Here is were it gets good.....



Excited I ran to her, I clutched her handle bars. So familiar, not to big, not to small. Just the right size for my longing hands.

Excited, I slipped my leg over her ample seat, and slowly, very slowly lowered myself upon her.


As my weight was fully upon her, I looked down, making sure that the pressure was just enough. A little on the soft side, but completely and totally workable.

I carefully reached for my helmet, and cautiously placed it upon my eager head.
Without a word, I positioned her downhill, and with all of my weight, and excitement, hopped on her, and took off.

It started out as the ride of my life. She was responsive, submissive, yet dominant. I felt her need to please, her longing to be ridden hard, and be put away wet.

No more than 7 minutes into the ride of my life, she started to turn. A little at first, a slip here, a recovery, and then WHAM, the bitch , cold stone, bucked me off!

Before I knew what was happening, I was lying on the ice, pain pulsing through my entire body.

I forced myself to get it together. I got to my feet, grabbed her by the same grips I had held with care , not ten minutes before. Threw my full weight into her, and pounded her home.

It has been a week, and I miss her. It was only one bad ride.