Post by anzaleth on Nov 18, 2021 15:11:26 GMT
Ororo "Storm" Munroe sighed as she adjusted her leather jacket and took a swig of her drink in the bar.
She had been feeling so stressed recently, with all her work with the X-Men – fighting supervillains, training people, dealing with all of the stress and issues. She just wanted to escape the responsibility a little, and relax. She got the idea of dressing in one of her old punk outfits, all that leather, head to a bar, and get drunk. It felt good.
She hadn't really paid attention to what bar she was in, but glancing around, at all the tough women here, wearing different kinds of leather, at all the motorbikes out front, she realized this was some lesbian biker bar.
Well, that was okay. Storm got an image of herself on a motorcycle, just riding off into the sunset, away from all stress and responsibilities. An appealing image.
She noticed that some groups of big muscular tough-looking biker women had some super-feminine sexy women with them, giggling busty biker babes who cooed over the big muscles their tough partners had. That looked hot.
Storm had a strange fantasy in her head, of some of the X-Women just giving up all this stressful superhero shit, roaring off on their motorcycles as their own girl gang. Some of them looking all tough and badass driving their motorcycles, and others more giggling and feminine, clinging to their butch partners as they perched on the back of the bike. Jean or Kitty would look pretty hot on the back of Storm's bike.
When they were at a rest stop, the biker babes could all crawl over to their butch biker partners and unzip their pants. Let their big throbbing thug clubs flop out. Storm imagined Jean or Kitty on her knees in front of Storm. No, both! One sucking Storm's big throbbing black balls and the other with her slutty mouth stretched around Storm's huge throbbing shaft.
Storm blushed. Where had that come from?
She had been feeling so stressed recently, with all her work with the X-Men – fighting supervillains, training people, dealing with all of the stress and issues. She just wanted to escape the responsibility a little, and relax. She got the idea of dressing in one of her old punk outfits, all that leather, head to a bar, and get drunk. It felt good.
She hadn't really paid attention to what bar she was in, but glancing around, at all the tough women here, wearing different kinds of leather, at all the motorbikes out front, she realized this was some lesbian biker bar.
Well, that was okay. Storm got an image of herself on a motorcycle, just riding off into the sunset, away from all stress and responsibilities. An appealing image.
She noticed that some groups of big muscular tough-looking biker women had some super-feminine sexy women with them, giggling busty biker babes who cooed over the big muscles their tough partners had. That looked hot.
Storm had a strange fantasy in her head, of some of the X-Women just giving up all this stressful superhero shit, roaring off on their motorcycles as their own girl gang. Some of them looking all tough and badass driving their motorcycles, and others more giggling and feminine, clinging to their butch partners as they perched on the back of the bike. Jean or Kitty would look pretty hot on the back of Storm's bike.
When they were at a rest stop, the biker babes could all crawl over to their butch biker partners and unzip their pants. Let their big throbbing thug clubs flop out. Storm imagined Jean or Kitty on her knees in front of Storm. No, both! One sucking Storm's big throbbing black balls and the other with her slutty mouth stretched around Storm's huge throbbing shaft.
Storm blushed. Where had that come from?