Note: All of this is 100% a joke and only a joke. If you don't like jokes please turn back. Nothing serious is in this story. If you are easily offended then this is not the story for you. All characters are over the age of 73 1/2. Except for the ones who are just older than 18, which is all of them. ************* Weeeee! Weeeee! Weeee! I'm having so muc...
Chapter One Singing Cricket was growing weak. He was on his vision quest to earn a warrior's name. He could feel strength in the rocks he perched on. He was at the edge of the Black Hills. The rocks would later be called Mt. Rushmore by the white man. He could sense both wisdom and strength from his current location (Jefferson's brow) but he could not absor...
Finally I arrive at Fuck Mountain. After quite a steep uphill journey I've finally come to as good a place as any. The air has a breeze but it isn't too cold, the sun is on me but it's just making the temperature ever so warm, I'm completely isolated from everyone. Yep, this indeed seems like the place to start fucking. I'm not sure exactly why it's called...
Letter 5 Wednesday, cooler Dearest V It finally rained last night, so loudly it woke me up. I went out and danced in it, like a heathen. No one could see me of course, except you, if you are in heaven or dreaming of me. You can't dance. No rhythm you say. In public we manage a horrible little box step. We are so boring. Our real dances are done in priva...
I've Been To The Top Of The Mountain And Tasted Paradise Gazing upward I view the mountain peek that your legs form as they straddle my nude body. All thoughts of the cold tile floor leave my mind as I watch a single golden drop form between your inner vagina lips. I think about the first drop of water from the melting snow atop the mountain that will be th...
The sun was going down as Magda sat down for another evening on the mountain. Idly she turned the two yaks she had caught that day, roasting them over the fire. She looked up at the mountain peaks that rose in the centre of the range, their pinnacles craved into elaborate eyries where once generations of her kind had feasted and cavorted. Magda's own father...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** All characters are over 18. ***** "Ready Kids?" I ask my son and daughter as we check into our room at Fuck Mountain. "We sure are!" They ecstatically reply. "First let's get ready and then we'll be all ready to do Fuck Mountain in style! Emphasis on the do!" Shouts my daught...
As dawn broke Raven was stirring. Ghost was fed, prepared for the last trek. Raven took time for her worship of the God. Asking for her guidance through perilous terrain. Once she slipped on the wolf skins, tied her knee high moccasins. She brought Ghost outside into the silent, snow fallen mountain. The fresh air cut into her lungs, iced with frigid tempera...
Sir Richard (SR) and his two faithful constant companions, Ping and Pong, were quietly resting one afternoon in a dark secluded area when SR thought out loud "We need to do some exploring." The soft thought soon became a hard plan as the trio made plans to explore both known and unknown territory. FIRST they decided to head for the valley between the East M...
To stand at the top of a mountain and look out across the vast plain is a moment one never forgets. As far as the eye can see, the beauty of Nature is presented in an uncompromised display, the glorious sunrise beyond the distant mountain range adding yet another level to the grand panorama. To share such a spectacle with a much-trusted, much-loved person...