Power

She slid her hand along the smooth leather. Its grain was so soft that her brain was not quite sure it was receiving the correct message. Her heart was thumping in time with the sound of what was to her, the sound of pure pleasure. Beads of sweat traveled slowly down her back as it arched in preparation. Her thigh muscles tightened as she sensed the change coming. She tilted her head back and tightened her grip. The moment she had been waiting for had arrived. With a sound like thunder, she tore through the intersection on her new Harley.