1969 Plymouth Road Runner Trunk Lid Stories

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Lovers Lane Intrigue

by Alluring_Crimson_Shifter on Jan 29, 2020
Anal

Matthew had been doing highway duty before he switched to undercover and investigations. Before he switched jobs though, his squad car had been out run by a delivery truck, of all things. He complained to his boss, and when he blew up the engine in pursuit of the same local delivery truck, it was agreed he should have the latest model of police interceptor....

Waiting for Melinda

by Rumple Foreskin on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

The cold autumn rain told a sad story in a soft voice, and I was listening. I'm a good listener; always have been. Especially around Halloween. Especially here inside the cemetery—just sitting and listening to the rain, hearing the story, and waiting for Melinda. Up here in these woods, we don’t ever have nice weather for Halloween. By then it’s always rai...

Road Side Service

by RealBtchAlways on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Damian is driving down a road in the country. When he sees a young, attractive woman walking on the side of the road. He thought to himself he has never seen her around here before and it strange to be on this road since no one has ever lived on it. So, he pulls his red vintage 1969 Mustang GT convertible over to the side next to her. She stops, turns, and f...

Redwood Nine: Season 03 Ch. 09

by RoyceConnors on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Ch. 9 All Good Things The day started off with a beautiful sunrise and a warmth in the air. As the guys left the clubhouse and sat on their bikes, it was a feeling of normal that almost seemed foreign. The threat was gone, for now, being told the enemy club was taken down giving them a chance to breathe easier. The gate was locked securely behind t...

Unforgotten Promise Ch. 01

by in4sin on Sep 13, 2017
Interracial Love

Five Years Earlier... "There was something in the air that night, shining bright, Fernando..." Dani Vincent laughed to tears as her boyfriend, Caid Patrick, sang off key to the ABBA song now playing on his 1969 Chevy Camaro. The car was parked under the branches of a big oak tree on the Newberry's abandoned land just outside of town. The afternoon sun shon...

’66 Fury

by Joseki Ko on Sep 14, 2017
Illustrated

Five years ago I inherited a 1966 Plymouth Fury from my grandfather. Nobody else in the family wanted it and I just couldn't stand to see it sold to someone else. My share of the inheritance was enough to get the car transported from Nebraska to Arizona. I have never seen a car in such fantastic condition. In the glove box I found all of the original paperwo...

Last Tango at the Beach

by buck_maelstrom on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

by Buck Maelstrom and Ms. Manners With a Whip It was still dark when Mark Danielson pushed aside the screen door of his condo and stepped out on the porch. A salty mist filled the air. The late September air had a hint of autumn in it, and he stood, leaning on the railing, as the sound of curlews filled the air. As he stared out at the bay, barefoot in je...

The Benefit of Skirts

by jakftx on Jun 4, 2019
Interracial Love

In 1972 I was a white teenager, in Georgia, dating a black man. Well, he was 18, too, but a man. In retrospect, I may have been crazy on several levels. You can be the judge. One day we had been out just riding around in his Plymouth Duster. We decided to stop in a city park and hang out for a bit. We kept a blanket in the trunk for just such occasions. I c...

Warum?

by Rhein1 on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

In 1969 a WW2 veteran comes to grips with his demons and a wife's infidelity. * The pain seemed to emanate from everywhere as I lay in the bed listening to the incessant beeping of a machine somewhere to the right of my head. With a jolt I grasped I was in a hospital and must be seriously injured judging by the amount of pain I was enduring. I was disor...

The Last Man in the World

by MungoParkIII on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

It was never something Jim had thought of in the past and as he worked his way through the two a day football practices in the sweltering Mississippi heat he was in too much misery to think about anything. He had just moved, with his family, from northern Maryland to a sweaty armpit of a town in the middle a state that simply had to be hotter than hell itsel...