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 | Wizard..... SEEKING LIMITS....DO YOU KNOW YOURS? |
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Friends, riding partners
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Turn ons:
thigh highs,a true woman who knows how to treat a true man,strong willed women, erotica, mind stimulation,intelligence, a sharp humor,tight jeans, leather/lace/satin and did I mention thigh highs?
Turn offs:
stupidity, weak women, someone looking for someone to keep from dying alone, someone to support them |
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Ideal:
submissive adventurous women willing to explore the unknown, but must be strong willed and confident of their selves | |
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“What makes a biker” I was asked By a young man late one night He said he was gonna be one He said “I wanna do it right” . I think I busted his little bubble When I let out a big laugh I told him “ Son it’s all about the man” I can’t say there’s a certain path . I told him clothes and many bucks Can get your ass on a scoot But I told him that won’t make you a biker Even accessorized with steel toed boots . Every biker that I know Carries a certain pride inside It’s a feeling about a life A feeling that he can’t hide . It’s not about that you own a bike Not riding just to be seen It’s more about a feeling within Anyone can wear t shirts and jeans . Even a biker can clean up pretty good Hell they can even show grace But you can tell a righteous brother Just by the look on his face . A true biker won’t change his ways To fit a situation at hand He’ll handle it just being himself Even if it pisses off other men . Every biker I know will stand his ground He won’t back down from no one If you ever cross him to bad You better step up or run . Most of them don’t have a lot to say They don’t talk just to be heard Many of them can get to the point Spitting out very few words . A biker doesn’t have to run with the crowd Just because the crowd is there You’ll never see him any happier Than when the winds blowing through his hair
A biker won’t shoot you lies Tell you what you want to hear He’ll shoot it to you good and straight If you don’t like he won’t care . A biker will take care of his own Be it his family or his friends He’s the one you want on your side When any kind of trouble sets in . A lot of bikers believe in God They know God believes in them They’ll talk to him as they ride Thank him for the caressing winds . “So you see” I told him I can’t tell you a biker you’ll be Just get on a bike and be true to yourself The rest will work out “You’ll See”
THE BIKER'S CODE OF HONOR & RESPECT It used to be that all bikers shared a common bond, an unspoken code of ethics and behavior that transcended words and was built on actions. There was never a bible written on this Biker's Code and there was no need for such. But the times are a-changin' and there seems to be a lot of new riders out there.
These days the riders you see blastin' down the road are just as likely to be clad in shorts and sneakers as jeans and engineer boots. And the roughest, toughest-looking biker you pull up next to could be your doctor or lawyer and may be wearin' a Rolex watch under his leathers. There's nothing wrong with that, so long as these new riders learn the Code just as we old-timers did.
Being a biker used to be about using your creativity to take a basket case old hawg and using only grit and ingenuity, turning it into a one-of-a-kind eye dazzler, then risking your life on the asphalt on a bike you made yourself out of pride. Bikers wore leather and grease because they knew cagers would just as soon run them down as look at them, so they had to be intimidating. We were a breed unto ourselves with no union, no support group, and in many cases, no family (they threw us out). We had to make it in the world of our own, against all rules, against mainstream society, and against all odds. We survived and prospered because of the Biker Code and we never took shit from anybody. As an old scooter bro once said, "It's every tramp's job to school the young. How else are they gonna know a Panhead from a bed pan?"
With that in mind, we bring you a primer on the basic two-wheeled Code. Take heed, brothers and sisters, for our Code is a hallowed one filled with honor and loyalty, the likes of which have not been since the days of knighthood: Don't take any shit. Be kind to women, children, and animals, but don't take any bullshit. This is an essential part of being a biker. It has to do with respect and honor.
Anyone can be a quick-tempered fool. Be cool, stand tall, and backup what you say with action. Never lie, cheat, or steal. Another way of saying this is to always tell the truth. Bikers are always the greasy bad guys in the movies, but every real biker knows that his word is his bond. Your word is all you have in life that is truly yours. Guard it carefully and be something noble, for you are a true knight of the road.
Don't snitch. If you see a wrong, fight it yourself, if you are about anything you'll take care of problems yourself and never feel the need to snitch someone off. Snitches are the lowest life forms on earth, right up there with biker thieves.
Don't whine. Absolutely no one likes or respects a whiner. Another way to say this is hold your mud. Still another way to think of it is, "Don't sweat the small stuff." Most of life's little inconveniences work themselves out whether you whine or not.
Keep your chin up, dammit! You're a biker, not some lowly snail. Never say die and never give up. Whether it's in a fight, a debate, or a business deal, no matter how bad it gets, a biker never gives up. Help others. When a brother or sister is broken down by the side of the road, always stop and help them. Even moral support, if that is all you can give, is better than riding on by.
Remember life is about the journey, the ride, not getting there. You already are there. And don't just help bikers, show the world that we are better than our image portrays us. Courtesy costs you nothing and gives you everything.
Stick to your guns. Do what you say you'll do, be there when you say you will. This is called integrity. This also goes back to standing for something. Like the song says, "You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything."
Life is not a drill. Yeah, this ain't no dress rehearsal. This is life -- go out and take a big bite of it. You've got no time to lose and bikers don't stand around waiting for the party to come to them. You only go around once. Tomorrow you could be road kill, thanks to a chain smoker asleep at the wheel of his Caddy. Live life now, make the most of each moment.
All right, now let's review. You are a biker, a modern-day knight of the road. Protect the weak, walk tall, and stand proud. Your word is your bond. Stick to your guns. Don't take any shit. Life is not a drill. Now go forth and ride. When in doubt, ride. That's what we do... ride. IF you want to ride around in a Day-Glo Hawaiian shirt and sandals, go for it, but if you intend to look like an idiot, at least don't act like an idiot. These commandments are just a few of the broad strokes, there is a lot more to being a biker than buying a bike. If you just buy a bike, you are a motorcyclist. Being a biker is a way of life, a proud way of life we hold in high regard with a burning passion for the open highway.
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Interests:
Bondage is not about hurting someone, It is about the enjoyment and adventure of mixing pain with pleasure. I am into BDSM, enjoy the feeling of being a Master and playtimes with My pets. I am not hard core though, I do love women and enjoy them imentesly, and they enjoy Me. I do have what is called a Vampire fetish, there is nothing more erotic then a vampire.
Sweet seduction! Sinful soul! The stars are out The moon is full All I need now is the crimson kiss Of lifeblood flowing o'er my lips Eternal damnation But I care not When it's all that you know You don't give it much thought All I need is a place to take cover To watch from the darkness my mortal lover I swoop in from the shadows
His heart pounds with fear But she calms as I whisper, "It's just me, my dear" And as we are sharing a passionate embrace My fangs pierce her neck; color drains from her face And so love does suffer For what's real and what's not It's only a blood lust But it's all that I've got.
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Favorite Music:
Blues, Southern Rock, Classic rock. I also enjoy some of the newer stuff as well as some country
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Favorite Movies:
Erotica, Horror, Porn. suspense
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Favorite Quotes:
HOW DO YOU KNOW YOUR LIMITS, IF YOU HAVE NEVER PUSHED THEM? ME
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About Me:
I am 6'3" and @ 220lbs, no I am not 99 but 53. But it is fun to think I could make it that far. I have a "Vampire fetish" is there anything more erotic then a Vampire?
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