The day was beautiful; warm and sunny, without a cloud in the sky. Today was the day I would realize every biker chick's fantasy of riding her motorcycle totally naked along a lonely stretch of desert highway. I was wearing a yellow sundress with no bra or panties, and a pair of white canvas shoes. The idea was to sit on the dress until I left Palm Springs,...
***Note*** This story is part of my Trouble Texas Style series that includes Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Ready to Run. It will be appreciated more when reading in context with those. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This story deals with the life-long after-effects of rape. Both the heroine and hero are rape survivors. There will b...
It was funny, he thought, they things you don't notice. He had lived in this town for ten years, and he couldn't remember ever seeing this little road, even though it was right on the road that he took to and from school every day. But at the time, he was wrapped up in junior high life, probably running down this road every day with his head full of plans an...
For some reason being at the beach always makes me horny. Perhaps everyone is like this. I don't know, but something about the water and sand always gets me thinking about sex. Then again, maybe it's the fact that people wear very little clothing at the beach. Regardless I am lucky that my girlfriend Dawn feels this way too, as she so beautifully proved one...
"You will be the warrior ant," said the general in the green camouflage combat gear. The black beret was sideways on his head. The flaps on the shoulders were highly decorated by blue, yellow, and black decorations. The two young corporals were standing at attention and eyeing the topographic map. The tent shook lightly in the wind. A heavy diesel truck acce...
Jul 12, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Six "Highway Murders" Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincide...
I hadn't driven nude for a while and decided that it was time to get back in the driving seat, so to speak. I planned on going out on Saturday evening, after all most people would be out and who knows who would see me. The week flashed by and Saturday came and the anticipation of another adventure built throughout the day. As it's now summer it doesn't go d...
Adults only warning: This story contains scenes of violence and explicit sexuality, and is not meant for children or the sensitive. If such things offend you, don’t read this story. This story is very loosely inspired by the plot of the opera “The Flying Dutchman” and by an old Twilight Zone episode whose title I have forgotten. Nearly all of the roles are...
Finishing a job late on a Friday afternoon is not good, especially during the summer. The roads are crowded with people getting an early start to their weekend plans. Most of them are in a big hurry and not in a good frame of mind. I particularly hate it when I'm over three hundred miles from home, as the case today. I do have several options as to routes....
The Little Hitchhiker I had been teaching at Western Washington State University in Bellingham, Washington for the last three years. It was a good job, challenging and lots of fun. Being a 30-year-old single male on a major university campus provided a lot of opportunities to feed my libido. Surprisingly most of those opportunities didn't come from the attr...