photos from an earlier enjoyment of a mud hole

[bikerdick9]

here's a few pics from an exploration and enjoyment of a mudhole.....

[Nessie]

Be still, my heart...!

That is the most utterly perfect guy-in-mudpit outfit that I have ever seen on any male sinker.

White rocks!

Nessie

[bikerdick9]

a few more from the same sink before a change of outfit...

[Nessie]

I know that there's no such thing as Romantic Historical Novels about mud and quicksand...you know, those bodice-ripper books on drugstore shelves...but if there was such a thing...it'd need cover art for sure, and I think I know who to use for the model.

Nessie

[bikerdick9]

white pants are only white for one bodice-ripping-heaving-bosom sink...
outfit change..

[Nessie]

white pants are only white for one bodice-ripping-heaving-bosom sink...
outfit change..

Yeah, about as long as the white floating nightie will stay white...or, maybe, in novels of that kind...on.

Not too many bodice-ripping men wear leopard-spots to the bog. You, however, seem to wear about anything at all well.

Nessie

[bikerdick9]

mud does have a certain way about removing clothing..

[bikerdick9]

the layer at about 3ft deep gave way..

[Nessie]

As summer recedes into the chilling sunset
and evil white flakes fall from slatey skies...
While tires slip dangerously on unflexing frozen liquid
and the sun...
oh, the beautiful sun...
the hot, mud-warming sun!
That orb of glory
shyly runs from sight earlier, day by day,
to hide darkly on the other side
of Planet Earth
who, 'til May, will solidly reject my form.
Through arctic weeks of mud-draught and
quicksand deprivation,
I shall open up my folder
of muscle-rippling sundrenched Bikerdicks
sinking under open sapphire skies
into warm huggy
smooth
dark
and deep
mire...
and I
shall stay
warm.

Nessie

[bikerdick9]

thx for the encouragement...

better than logs in the fire,
dreams of bogs and mire;
to keep a body warm,
as dreams of sinking harm;
sinking in so deep,
a body warm to keep;
muddy, wet slippery dreams,
where no one hears the screams.
.
.
of pleasure
beyond measure.






OK...time for a biker story to go with the book cover....

Dick rides up the this small town up north where there is to be a biker rally nearby. It's next week, but I heard there was some great hiking and swimming by the camping place so I got here early. Stopping for gas and supplies I see this blonde gal getting out of a older Unimog 4x4. Unimog is way high so her legs are stretched taut between her cutoffs and boots. mmmmmm I give her a good look as she quickly glances by at my tight 501s and open shirt.

So I fill up my Harley tank and head in for some fresh vegies and produce which don't carry well on a bike and step up to pay. I ask the checkout counter guy if he knows where Joe's campground is. He gives a quick doubletake, glancing at the blonde lady who has stepped up behind me with her items. Some secret communication. It's up the road a ways, in fact Nessie here lives just a bit past the camp on the old back road that ya take to get there.

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more to continue...