Yet here I am, climbing on the back of Feral's and holding him tightly. He gave me a quick run-down of what to do; lean when he turns, don't move too much, hold on tight. Then we were off. There were a few members who noticed us, but Feral didn't seem to care. I wasn't sure what that meant, and I was too chicken to ask.
So, instead, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the feeling of being wanted. I enjoyed the freedom riding on a motorcycle brought me. I enjoyed the ride, the high. And I really enjoyed having my arms around Feral.
Our ride wasn't long, but Feral definitely dragged it out, because we ended up down at the lake. It should have only taken a couple of minutes on his bike, but we rode for over 30 minutes. It was amazing and all I did was yammer on about how much I loved it while Feral unp
