Portable Trailers For Housing Stories

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Camping 101

by D_K_Moon on Sep 17, 2017
How To

Let's go camping! Few statements in life are more capable than invoking the "flee or fight" response in people that those three words, "Let's go camping." Some people love it, and some hate it. I've been a dedicated camper for most of my life. I was lucky; I grew up with a father who knew how to camp. I'll take a week of camping over any other style of vac...

Anchor Man

by XXtraPrince on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

It was 0500 at the Navy hospital near the main gate of the Yard. The nurse, achingly tired from repeated overtime shifts, sat trying to make some sense out of the stack of charts before her. She was careful not to confuse data from the several patients, but it was beginning to be a losing battle. Hearing the squeak of shoes coming down the passageway, she lo...

Sign of the Times Pt. 02

by mountian299 on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

The Michel Family Part 2 Chapter 2 John even bought heavy equipment from out of Province and they would drive it to town and John would pay the driver to go to a motel and he would be back the next morning. Before any gear was taken to the site all G.P.S. locators were removed. He then drove all the gear in he had loaders cement trucks trailers of raw ce...

Broke Oak: Massage Buddies

by lpmsa on Aug 30, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

{Note: All the names are fictitious and some characters are composite of more than one person.} * Each nudist resort is a unique place. Some are completely geared to transient visitors and all facilities are shared communally. On the other extreme, some are almost entirely geared the long term residents and there may be few, if any, transient facilities. T...

Long Simmering Swing Ch. 07

by Art Martin on Aug 30, 2017
Erotic Couplings

We drove straight from the wedding to Rockford to stay at V’s parents’ house while we searched for an apartment. Frank and Lisa (my new in-laws) have it good! Nice big house on the western shore of Lake Rockford. Frank has all the toys; ski boat, jet skis, a ’60 Corvette, ’66 Mustang Cobra GT, country club membership, season tickets for football, basketball...

You Can Handle It Ch. 05

by johngalt47 on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

Back in Greenville I only spent about half my time on billable hours. The rest of the time and evenings I spent with new computer equipment and software. I converted my working laptop to be able to use a WiFi connection to the Internet. Additionally, by the end of the week, I had a small portable hooked up to a decent video camera also using WiFi to access t...

Sex Toy

by No Panty Girl on Sep 19, 2017
Group Sex

Vicki had met Don Barnes when she answered a classified ad in her local newspaper. "Part time personal assistant required for retired businessman. Generous compensation to the right applicant." Vicki had called and was given an appointment to be interviewed by the potential employer. At thirty-three the single mother of a sixteen-year-old daughter and an...

Life on the Road

by Cromagnonman on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

I was late getting out of Darwin so I pulled off the road at Katherine to grab a cup of coffee and a bite to eat to fuel me up for the long night ahead. The truck was fuelled up and with over 1000 litres in the tanks I wouldn't have to stop for fuel until I got home. There was one other rig in the parking bay, an old and battered Louisville with 3 cattle tr...

A Soldier's Story Ch. 05

by Wifetheif on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The first few weeks of my days as a Valet passed pleasantly. My Goddess's leave ended and we were sent to Fort Hera in the far south west. We had to board an air transport to get there. I helped her shut up her apartment. I packed her bags and my own. I was presented with a travel bag by the academy upon my graduation. It had my class rank of number one Petu...

The Irish Glen Ranch

by Grey Eagle 286 on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

It was a hammer blow to my upper left chest. I clutched at it with my right hand. The ATC slowed rapidly, pitching me forward against the force of the blow, but not enough to keep me from flying off the bike. I landed on my back. The pain was excruciating. Heart attack? No, the hand clutching my chest felt sticky hot wetness. Blood! I had been shot! I lay i...