The hunting and foraging parties that we formed are not absolute; they are not set in stone. It's not uncommon for someone to join a group or decline to go on a hunting and foraging party, especially if someone joins the party. In fact, if our smokehouse is full of meat then no one goes out hunting. The scheduled group just goes out to collect firewood or di...
CHIDEBEM woke up suddenly from his sleep. In an instant, he was wide-awake, listening for the sound that woke him. He heard nothing for a while, but he did not relax. If anything, he became even more alert and tenser because he was sure he had heard something. He slept like a dog and the slightest sound would have him wide-awake in no time. Another instinct...
(Where are you?) Jefferson Texas~ "Numchuck's...NUMCHUCKS!" I called and called. Walked the woods close to the house and drove the roads till late into the night. "Numchucks where are you?" I would call just to break the monotony of the same name over and over. The next day a neighbor from down the road walked up while I was outside and told me that her h...
Ivory was consumed by the flames of jealousy. All through the night her moist vagina was repeatedly stimulated by Glade's fingers. She shuddered many times over with the warm pleasure her older lover had orchestrated and it was into Glade's arms she collapsed, but the object of her jealousy wasn't the shaman. It was Ptarmigan who at that moment was in the...
This is Part Two of a Litererotica version of the "Naked in School" series. Please note that Part Two will make little sense without having read Part One. Part Two is again quite long, but it can easily be read in parts. Please also be warned that this story includes material beyond exhibitionism that some persons may not enjoy (e.g., fetish, submission, mat...
“Shhhh,” I whispered. “Every deer in this patch of woods will hear us if you keep tripping over branches like that.” “I can’t help it, I can hardly see anything out here.” It wasn’t exactly the perfect start to a bowhunting trip, but there we were, my wife and I, in Alberta’s Rocky Mountain foothills, searching for whitetails. I’d been a bowhunter for quit...
This is a story of giving my wife to another man while I was present. I have had this fantasy about five years now and during this time have talked about it with my wife. Of course, in the beginning she said that this would never happen. Over the course of a few years, during our lovemaking I mentioned his name (I'll call him, Bill) and had her visualize it...
Trinity River, Riverside Texas~ "Shake," I would put my hand out, Numchucks would lift his Paw and place it in my palm and I'd give him a treat. "Sit" and "Stay" were achieved easily, "Heel" was almost instinctive. The one thing I recall the most about Retrievers is while I've been out hunting and see a set of hunters off in the distance, chasing their dog...
My wife and I own a piece of land with a camp on it. When I say camp I mean a two story log cabin with a walkout basement, power and running water. Not really roughing it. It was the second weekend of the hunting season and I was heading out to meet our son and five of his buddies who were coming up on Friday. They weren't hunters but just needed to get out...
The world's oldest sport also happens to be my favorite. Hunting. I simply love it. The thrill of the hunt, the ecstasy of the chase and the primal joy of the kill. I am definitely into it. Who am I? I am a wealthy and powerful Black man, enough said. I've been called many things. From corporate raider to slick businessman to functional sociopath. Just call...