[MF] The Dream

Prelude: I wrote this story for a friend several years back who was on her 5th year in the Peace Corps, and was living in a remote African village. She had not had any intimate contact in over three years, and was going absolutely crazy. She asked me if I could write a story about her, and I so that she could have some form of stimulation when she went to bed at night. This is the first story of about a dozen I wrote her. Let me know what you think!

**The Dream**

To my friend: While this dream is most likely to stay just that, I hope you enjoy this, and it gives you something to think about when you are alone.

> “There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why… I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?” ~Robert Francis Kennedy

[MF] The Ride Of Her Life – Part 1

**The Ride of Her Life.**

This is the first part in a new series I am writing. This is my first time back writing after a break that has lasted almost seven years. Please feel free to leave feedback, send me DMs, and offer future plot twist.

It had been weeks since she last saw him, and now here she was, riding bitch on the back of his Harley as they headed into the countryside for his club’s weekly party. Their destination was still over half an hour away, and was tucked back into the hills. The “cave” as they liked to call it was on the backside of a small mountain, and was nothing more than a huge opening in the side of the mountain. A little farm house sat near the cave, and was owned by the leader of the biker club, Frank.