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Posted:May 2, 2019 9:42 pm
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2021 9:07 pm
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I listen to erotic hypnosis videos on YouTube with headphones. They are amazing. They can talk right into calmess, and an erotic meditaive state. Eyes closed, lying naked and shutting everything else out. Peeked at times to a point of hands free ecstasy or just pulled to sleep.
Win win. Worth exploring
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Like penises, bicycles come in many shapes and sizes
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Posted:Apr 8, 2017 1:52 pm
Last Updated:Jul 30, 2021 9:00 pm
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I like to ride.
For whatever reason you do it, it's civilized. Simple although we've managed to make it complicated. Riding makes for a better daily life. It's that simple anyway.
I have few routines (that I'll admit to) but caffeine, 5000 mcg of sublingual B12 and water are a few necessities for a proper outing. For me anyway. I put a piece of gum in my mouth (white girl can't keep cadence without it) and the stupid earbuds in and take off. I ride.
I try to ignore everything around me so that I can be alert. Does that make sense? And I just spin. Which gets boring some days so then I sprint telephone polls which run along the bike path that gets me out to rides. Hard sprints out of the saddle, I sway the bike rhythmically like I'm making my get away.
I'd love to see what I really look like when I'm doing that. Or maybe I don't want to know. In my mind I am fast and very synced. Smooth and sensual even. That's part of the reason I wear bibs. I like the way the fabric rubs my nipples when I climb. I'll just keep that image of me for now thanks.
Then there's the bikes and deciding which to ride. Mood plays a big part of it. And wardrobe. If it's a mini skirt day the pretty city bikes might make it out. Both are Belgian. Graceful examples of art meets immaculate design. Then there are the Italians. They command cycling integrity and respect. These are the bikes that are nimble and fast. If bike porn exists the Italians have mastered it. Other days you find yourself on the trails. The solitude is sort of erotic. Cool patches of dense trees in the morning. Your mind wonders.
You get in your zone. Whatever gets you there. Running, rowing, dancing naked.
Bikes are mine.
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