You fantasize about a woman like me getting myself leather clad and riding around on a sleek bike, eyeing you seductively as I rumble by. Your mix of desires confuse and titillate you...do you want to be on the bike, or do you want to be with the girl on the bike, or maybe a little of both? You're staring so hard that it catches you unaware when I slow down and return your intent gaze with a little wink that leaves you hard and horny and terribly flustered. You know you could never catch up but maybe if you're lucky, I'll come back your way again.

Tease and denial phonesex is what a devious bitch like me lives for. I don't have to try to get you hard; I know I got your attention on my first pass by, and upon my second, I've got you eating out of my hand. Flashy, freaky girls like me are out of your league and that only makes you want me more, doesn't it? Truth be told, I'm already dripping and breathless by the time I pull up next to you with the motorcycle vibrating powerfully between my legs. I want to make you beg, but only because it builds the tension between us and makes it that much sweeter when the tension breaks in a torrent of wet heat. I imagine luring you onto the back of the motorcycle and driving off to some secluded area, grinding hard against you as we speed past jealous onlookers. By the time we're done, one or both of us will have been bent over the back of the bike and ravaged, but first, I have to make sure you really want it.

Stop staring, horny boy, and let me carry you away. My sex is a roller coaster of taunting deprivation and I promise, it will be the ride of your life.