Slang for an attractive woman (girl) who rides on the back of a sport bike with short shorts, exposing thighs and lower back.
by frosty peters June 22, 2011
by Djinn November 02, 2006
by Dan Helsing April 29, 2013
When the excess baggage on bikers thighs gets rubbed raw raw by themselves or the seat/saddle sores.
Yvette got saddle sores because her thunder thighs were rubbed bloody through her bike shorts, by the Velcro strap on her seat bag.
by Momof3intheesea June 04, 2021
Mr Hook turned the corner onto Sheriff Street, just in time to see Miss Reidy, the new teacher, dismount from her bicycle, a shiny red Raleigh in the Dutch style, and head into the sweet shop. She was in her mid 20s and had started teaching the fourth class in the boys primary school last September, fresh from teacher training college.
Her black leather saddle shone like an old fashioned constable’s boots. There was no one else on the street. It was a warm summer morning, and Miss Reidy had only been wearing a light rayon skirt. But what if he was caught? The boys went to that school, it would surely come back to Ingrid and then he’d be out on his ear again.
If Mr Hook was quick he would have just enough time. He looked left and right, and as he drew level with the bicycle, dropped his head and took a long, deep inhalation of her sharp, rich scent.
He closed his eyes to savour the aroma and rose slowly to find his way blocked by the figure of Miss Reidy, a waxed paper packet of bullseyes in her hand.
“My, my, you are a dirty boy” she intoned slowly, raising an eyebrow and popping a bullseye between her cherry red lips, “who would have thought we had a naughty little saddle sniffer in town”.
Her black leather saddle shone like an old fashioned constable’s boots. There was no one else on the street. It was a warm summer morning, and Miss Reidy had only been wearing a light rayon skirt. But what if he was caught? The boys went to that school, it would surely come back to Ingrid and then he’d be out on his ear again.
If Mr Hook was quick he would have just enough time. He looked left and right, and as he drew level with the bicycle, dropped his head and took a long, deep inhalation of her sharp, rich scent.
He closed his eyes to savour the aroma and rose slowly to find his way blocked by the figure of Miss Reidy, a waxed paper packet of bullseyes in her hand.
“My, my, you are a dirty boy” she intoned slowly, raising an eyebrow and popping a bullseye between her cherry red lips, “who would have thought we had a naughty little saddle sniffer in town”.
by DCor April 22, 2023
The facial area ( mustache ) that provides the best. Place for a woman to straddle his face for the ride of her life!
by Dickfinsterslitt September 13, 2019