Free A Biker's Testimonial by Ty Haven

 
     
     
    “Another one… Shit... Let me get
up and out this woman's bed...”
    I'm starting up my 2006 Black on
Black Hyabusa 1300 and here she comes running...
"Hey, baby where you going? You gonna call me?” Says some Random Chick. ”Last night was soo good. I have never been done like that before... You...umm... Want me to fix
you something to eat before you go?"
    I acted like I didn’t even hear
her. ”Hey ummm ... Say something to me, please... So
you ain't gon say nothing
to me? Fuckk you Nigga !!" She begins to
cry.  "Wait. Sorry, I didn’t mean that... Will you stay for just a
little while? Can we talk? I mean, last night was everything. You said things
to me that made me, cum in my panties before you even touched me... Then you
ate me up like a lion last night and I can still feel you inside me....
Ty...YOU MADE MY P***Y WEAK!!”
    I take that as my queue to get on
out of there. I rev up my engine, pop the clutch, burn out, and leave her in a
cloud of smoke with only my rear tire touching the asphalt.
    -----
    Yeah, that’s what I've
become.   A nice guy that has become Heartless.  It doesn’t even bother me anymore (should it?).  I get what I want
then I move on. I wasn’t always like this. I’m a good dude, or at least I was.
 I just got caught up in this hell of a world.
    Yeah, I guess she did turn me
out.  All this is just a game and SHE played me.  I mean, I went
through a lot.  I became as cold hearted as she was.  Checkmate.
 I don’t seek these women out. I tell them what I am from the jump.
 For some reason this only turns them on more. I’m straight up with them.
I tell them that I’m like a wolf. I roam... I give them fair warning. I do what
I do.  So I eat when I’m hungry and they are my prey.  They're always
trying to tame me and it never works. I simply devour them because I’m wild.
     Well, I’ve had my fill for
the day. Besides, I have no sympathy for these lying ass ,
ratchet, cheating ass, manipulative women.  Humph.  I enjoy breaking
those kinds anyways.  It pleases me to breakdown the women that uses the
nice guy’s shoulder to cry on. Those types of women drain him of his time and
love for her selfish needs. So to all of the Mr. Nice guys out there, I’m doing
you a favor. The moment I find out that she has a friend, friend zone-guy, a
nice guy that she uses, I make it a point to dog the Shit out of her. No need
to thank me Mr. Nice guy.  I do this freely for you.  It’s funny
because to me, the way I leave them is a way of paying them back for all the
shit they put me through.  Karma's a bad ass bitch and she fucked me. 
Problem is , she fucked her own self up because now
she's in love with me.
     
    (This was the way I once thought.
 Life has a way of bringing us full circle.  Love taught me,
rearranged me, sat me down, and humbled me by using this one particular woman.
Yes. This is story of how I found my soulmate .)

Chapter 2: Chasing the Moon

 
     
    This is what we do.   Bike Week.   Daytona Beach, Florida. Every year we ride
down from Atlanta, Georgia to meet up with our brothers from other bike clubs,
check out the rides, get info, and of course, fuck hoes. We race, bet money,
blow up motors, and make memories to laugh about when we get old and our balls
drop. Damn it’s thick out here this year! Me and the fellas are drinking and walking the strip. Listening to the sounds
of the low rumble of our “horses” waiting for us to ride. The smells of all of the different vendor foods, the smell of the
salty ocean air. Such a perfect combination that Bike
Week is held at this location yearly. Everything is so always on point.
    It’s sexy to see a woman on a
bike. Riding or driving, it doesn’t matter. To us that's the "real"
eye candy.   " Whaddup ." I just saw one, she caught my eye. “Yeah...you better not look back Ms. Lady;
I’m trying to chill with my fellas this
weekend.”  Cool.  She kept walking. All night I’m getting