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2 years ago

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Discovery on Neighborhood Watch Patrol

My name is Ed, and my wife Joan and I have lived in the Pittsburgh area for the last 25 years. I have a good job in the medical supplies industry, and we moved to an area on the fringe of the city limits right after we graduated from college. Joan and I are both 47 years old and met in our junior year in college, and our two children are now grown and out on their own. We have seen many changes in our community as the population matured and our urban area grew and became surrounded by adjacent...

4 years ago

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Discovery on Neighborhood Watch Patrol

My name is Ed, and my wife Joan and I have lived in the Pittsburgh area for the last twenty-five years. I have a good job in the medical supplies industry, and we moved to an area on the fringe of the city limits right after we graduated from college. Joan and I are both forty-seven years old and met in our junior year in college, and our two children are now grown and out on their own.We have seen many changes in our community as the population matured and our urban area grew and became...

4 years ago

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The Patrol

Second Lieutenant Ace Diwa scanned his surrounding environment on top of his open commander’s cupola of the Leopard 2A5EX Main Battle Tank, behind his tank is a Puma CFV, and two Boxer APCs. His patrol consists of twenty-four men all together task with finding and eradicating any insurgent groups found within his patrol area, a grueling 30 square miles. It has been a week since the regiment arrived and made a name as an effective counter-insurgency and mobile force. Rumors has is that even the...

2 years ago

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Night Pussy Patrol

Dale guided the sailboat into the bay. It was past midnight and the lights from town shimmered off the water as they slid silently along. His girlfriend, Jen, was snuggled comfortably into the bunk below decks. Only a few miles left and he could drop anchor and join her. God, he was tired! It had been a long day and they had put in many miles, but they would soon be home. The sole movement on the water was the twinkling lights from another boat headed out off to the left a mile or so away....

2 years ago

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WONDER WOMANS RAPE PATROL

Washington, D.C. was in the throes of a rape epidemic. Perhaps 50 women had been kidnapped and mercilessly raped by a gang of ruthless hoodlums. From the post-rape interviews of the victims, the police had been able to establish that the rapists were a pack of young boys, who were apparently in their mid-teens. There was a large, but undetermined number of them, and it wasn’t known whether they were school boys or degenerate juvenile delinquent drop...

2 years ago

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Robin on Patrol

A brightly lit full moon hung in the night sky as the shadowy figure moved across the low rooftops. A sudden flash of light reflected from an approaching car illuminated the figure for a moment, before he vanished once again in a blur of yellow and red. A distant clock tower began the long chime that would end in eleven. “Looks like it’s time to call it a night.” The dark-haired youth said to himself as he pushed forward a green glove on his hand and checked the time on the watch...

3 years ago

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Dirty Patrol

Ray was a fucked up person. He knew this about himself. Not on a deep level. Introspection was a horrifying concept for him considering his past. But he knew, at least on a surface level, that there was a certain degree of wrong to the things he often did. The main thing being: using his position as a police officer to fuck married guys in public places.  He had contempt for the type of guy desperate enough to have to resort to cruising for sex in public places but he had a special type of...

4 years ago

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After the Energists Championships Concerts CompletionChapter 22 Highway to Hell

Labatt Guest House, North London, Ontario 7:17pm, Wednesday, November 28, 1979 Just as Lynette opened the front door of the guest house, I ripped into a sixty second hard charging guitar riff on my Silverburst. Right after Cano threw her bag beside the door, Sammy flipped a wireless mic to our grinning blonde, and Lisa handed her, her earpiece monitors in order to get her up to speed with no usual Bandette-like greetings. Eda was simply grinning behind her drum kit, ready to kick ass and...

2 years ago

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Coastal Patrol

As soon as I graduated I left to report in for the navy. We had kicked the enemy out of Han but they had continued to press us so we were taking the war to them. Their allies the Nees had been helping them and I have no idea why we had not gone to war with them. We were not though and the war was confined to Char. Now the damn Rus had started sending new weapons and advisors to Char. I went through basic and then was sent to small craft warfare training. The small craft were river or coastal...

3 years ago

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Tour of DutyChapter 12 Swamp Patrol

I spent an hour each day visiting Anh and Cam in their tea shop. It was hard to believe so many wives or girlfriends came here. It was not only women either, I always saw officers or sergeant majors drinking coffee. I knew their coffee was good and they always had a new spice or tea for me. Anh was getting bigger and I made sure she was seeing a doctor and taking vitamins and supplements with Cam. Two weeks after our mission in the west the Troop held award ceremonies. I received another...

3 years ago

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The Ghost of Dixie Highway A Halloween Story

All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal...

3 years ago

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The Ghost of Dixie Highway A Halloween Story

It was 1958. Route 66 was in its glory as the primary route from Chicago to Los Angeles. While still in Illinois, shortly after the road passed through Springfield, just outside the small town of McLean, you passed by what was the premier truck stop of its day, the Dixie Trucker’s Home, usually referred to as “The Dixie Truck Stop.” This nationally-known truck stop was open 24/7, 365 days of the year. The huge sign with the word “Dixie” emblazoned on what looked like pilot’s wings was visible...

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The Ghost of Dixie Highway A Halloween Story

It was 1958. Route 66 was in its glory as the primary route from Chicago to Los Angeles. While still in Illinois, shortly after the road passed through Springfield, just outside the small town of McLean, you passed by what was the premier truck stop of its day, the Dixie Trucker’s Home, usually referred to as “The Dixie Truck Stop.” This nationally-known truck stop was open 24/7, 365 days of the year. The huge sign with the word “Dixie” emblazoned on what looked like pilot’s wings was visible...

4 years ago

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The Rogues Harem Book 1 Rogues Sultry WomenChapter 16 Patrol

Zanyia – The Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch My tail swished back and forth as I rubbed my cheek into Master’s leather jerkin. I loved the smell of leather, the feel of the smooth yet rough material on my skin. I shivered, squirming on the saddle, the harder leather rubbing on my juicy pussy—it always was juicy—while my little nipples tingled against his back. A purr rumbled from my throat. Such simple joy filled me as we rode through the spring-green fields around the city...

2 years ago

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Highway Patrolman

At nineteen years old, I was a quiet and studious lad.  I attended a state university that was relatively cheap, but I was very aware that my parents were paying for my tuition and a room in a boarding house near the campus and put tremendous pressure on myself to work hard and succeed.My father was against me getting a part-time job because he wanted me to concentrate on my studies.  I threw myself into it and took an overload of classes each semester and summer in order to finish early.  I...

1 year ago

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a night on patrol

A night on patrol It was a typical sat night. Josh was sitting in his patrol car, bored. No much activity on highway 41 . he had been there for 2 hrs without seeing a soul pass by. He yawned as he thought of why he was here, he had been late for his shift again, so he got the worst area to patrol that day. His sergeant had warned him that he needed to shape up or he'd be looking for another job. But now he had another problem, he really needed to take a leak. Well, a few minutes away wouldn't...

2 years ago

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The Devils Pact The Tyrants Daughter Chapter 14 Highway US12

Introduction: Chase and her family have entered Washington State, drawing ever closer to Mount Rainer and the confrontation with Mark and Mary. The Devils Pact, The Tyrants Daughter by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Fourteen: Highway US-12 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Saturday, July 9th, 2072 Rex Glassner Longview, WA I liked Longview, Washington. The city was built along the Columbia River right where it turned back west for the Pacific, leaving the ruins of I-5...

2 years ago

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The Devils Pact The Tyrants Daughter Chapter 14 Highway US12

by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Fourteen: Highway US-12 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Saturday, July 9th, 2072 – Rex Glassner – Longview, WA I liked Longview, Washington. The city was built along the Columbia River right where it turned back west for the Pacific, leaving the ruins of I-5 behind. And the city of Longview liked us. They worshiped my dad. There were still statues of my dad and his wife Mary around. And a temple full of beautiful...

3 years ago

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Radiator Springs A Zansasi Highway AdventureChapter 2 The Highway

When my dream car suddenly appeared and came rolling down The Highway, having come through the portal a hundred yards to my right, I literally couldn't believe what I was seeing. And that's saying a lot. I'm not a regular visitor to The Highway, as it's known among those who are much more involved in it than I am. In fact, this is only my third, and probably last, visit. There are just too many other things in this world yet unvisited for me to keep returning to any one place. As...

4 years ago

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Radiator Springs A Zansasi Highway AdventureChapter 3 The Machine of a Dream

As I said, I sit away from the regulars, who tend to congregate nearer the further end, closer to the dirt parking lot everyone uses. I sit either in my own folding chair that I brought, or on some abandoned bleachers on the south side near the east end among people more like me. Now out of nowhere here comes this flawless powder blue 2002 Porsche 911 coasting along in neutral slowly down the middle of The Highway. I couldn't see anyone inside driving her — a car like this has to be a Her —...

4 years ago

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Radiator Springs A Zansasi Highway AdventureChapter 11 The Highway

Everybody has their stories about traveling on The Highway, and they're all worth listening to. That's because every one of them is different. No one ever seems to take the same journey as anyone else, even when seeking the same destination. And while some segments are so plain and deserted as to not even be worth mention, others are memorable beyond belief. Here's my list of the ones I'll never forget. The first place that really threw me was our fourth segment where we drove into a...

3 years ago

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Love and Lust on the Alcan Highway Chapter 3

Just after noon, I rolled out of the Whitehorse yard on my way south to Seattle. The two trailers I was pulling felt light compared to the ones I usually had, and that promised to make for an easy trip. A quicker trip meant that I’d be back in Whitehorse, and in Linda’s arms, that much sooner. The prospect sure didn’t break my heart any. Linda Coulter. Somehow, this young woman had managed to sneak past all the barriers and safe-guards that I’d ever put up to keep my heart from being...

3 years ago

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Love and Lust on the Alcan Highway Chapter 1

“Summertime . . . and the living is easy . . .” Porgie and Bess. Every once in a while, I get this weird urge to listen to some of the old musicals. That might explain why I had that particular CD playing while screaming my lungs out in song . . . this time in the key of Q-flat. Shit, I can’t carry a tune, even in a plastic-lined cardboard box! But when you’re winding along the Alaska Highway at sixty-five miles an hour, who gives a shit? Anyone stupid enough to listen to a truck driver...

3 years ago

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Heavens Highway

The long stretch of road disappeared into the bruised purple sky far ahead. The sun was obscured behind thick billowing clouds, projecting endless hazy beams of burnt orange and red as the clock wound down another day of July heat. Richard adjusted his shades and stared straight ahead as the Skylark convertible cruised along the hot blacktop, smooth as a dream, twice as perfect. He had done this several times since moving into the scorched backyard of the nation. Somewhere betwixt the pillars...

1 year ago

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BBW Highway

I voyaged the BBW Highway all morning, and boy, are my arms tired. My keyboard’s also an absolute mess of lube, so forgive me if you find any typos below. It’s hard to type when everything’s so slippery, and it’s frankly a little hard to even think after getting my fill of fat horny chicks. But, you know what they say: the bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin’!BBW porn isn’t the right fap fodder for anybody, but most mainstream porn isn’t suitable for the average chubby chaser. On most...

3 years ago

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Highway Slut

Donna had dinner with friends.  Her best friend had told her about some website she had found.  She said it was a hook-up site.  Donna and the other women giggled, but were quite intrigued.  Their friend told them that she created a profile and had talked to a few different men. She had arranged to meet one of the men she had talked to. She told her friends that the man she met was much younger than her.  She was living the dream about being a cougar.  She went on to explain that they met at a...

4 years ago

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Highway To Heaven

How many times have you been in public and a woman doing nothing but being herself has made your dick rise up? That woman In the grocery store produce section Innocently handling fruit? The casual touch of manicured fIngernails on your palm as that bank teller hands you your cash? Or the lady workIng the cosmetic counter at the mall walkIng to the food court hiding her busty frame behind a white smock? all these Instances and more are enough to set most into satisfying minutes of...

2 years ago

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Gangbanged Off The Highway

Hi ISS readers, life, I was never the same again, after so many strange encounters. Although things came back to normal, Rohit my brother-in-law cum pimp also stopped bothering me, but now I always felt emptiness in my life. My hubby didn’t change, and he kept on going for his long tours. I was forced to look around for fun. After my rough night out with Negroes (details in an earlier story), my hubby questioned me about all the redness over my tits and butts. They had squeezed and pinched me...

2 years ago

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Radiator Springs A Zansasi Highway AdventureChapter 4 Going Home

I awoke the next morning with the manual lying on my chest. I'd slept better than I could remember doing in a long time now. "Good morning, Sally," I said brightly as I stepped out into the clear morning light. "By now I'd say I know all of your secrets," I commented, slipping her owner's manual and other papers back into the otherwise empty glove box. After moment's reflection I added, "But I'll bet, in truth, that I don't know any of them at all yet." The danger in talking to...

1 year ago

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Radiator Springs A Zansasi Highway AdventureChapter 10 Return to Origin

We made it with time to spare. Of course this was partly because of some wild — safe, but wild — driving down the Interstates. No doubt that this car loves the open highway every bit as much as the twistiest little backwoods road. We zoomed around and through trucking convoys, while I turned down every offer to race outright that we encountered. Not that I was worried about losing. Sally can top a hundred and eighty, and was more than willing to show it. I, on the other hand, decreed that...

3 years ago

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Tales of a HustlerFoot Patrol

Tales of a Hustler---Foot PatrolSummer is finally back---and it finally stopped raining. I dragged all the bois out of bed at NOON, ya, fuckin noon. Calisthenics, weights, breakfast, showers,---lol, put them in a bad mood making them work and all. Good ! Now hit the fuckn streets—and don't come back without cash. The bois were a little resistant==too much partying and dope the night before. Decided it was time to break that cycle. Spending more money than they were bringing in wasn't going to...

1 year ago

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Trike Patrol

Ready for Filipina porn at TrikePatrol? It’s fun being a tourist sometimes. You can try out all kinds of activities that you don’t normally find in your neck of the woods. I’m talking about rock climbing and swimming in pristine lakes, sampling regional delicacies, and getting into drunken fistfights with the locals. The globe-trotters over at TrikePatrol use their vacations to hump sexy Filipina broads.You might have guessed wrongly that TrikePatrol.com was a site about tricked-out tricycles...

3 years ago

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Highway In Heels

Highway in Heels By Sabrina G. Langton This story is autobiographical. When I was 20 years old I used to drive a van for my parents from Brooklyn to Tarrytown New York once a week to drop off merchandise for retail shops in the area. I always had a full van on the way up, but on the way down the van was almost empty. It was the summer of 1985 and I was given twenty to forty dollars to make the drive. I did this for the entire summer while I was home from college. I was a...

3 years ago

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Part 44 Queen of the Highway

Of the Adventures of John and Holly Part 44: Queen of the Highway “I can hardly believe this” I said. “I know it’s so weird.” Holly said. We both stood in the living room, blue gowns hanging down to the floor. “How did all this time pass” I said “It seems like high school was a year ago.” I stared at Holly in her gown. I was amazed at how she looked. I was just amazed at her, what she was, what she meant to me, and I to her, and how she would feel in a few hours. I imagined her face...

2 years ago

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Lonely Stretch of Highway

He could feel the wind wrapping itself around his body as he cruised his motorcycle down the lonely stretch of highway. He could see the sun setting in the horizon and knew he found a place where he wanted to be. The motorcycle was something he had been hoping to own someday, he just didn’t realize someday would become today. He looked down to see how fast his bike was traveling and when he glanced up again, he almost didn’t see her parked along side of the road with her hood popped on her...

3 years ago

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Highway Memories

As she drives down the highway, her mind wanders to the last time that she and her lover were together. She could still feel the first embrace of his arms, the first kiss on her lips, and the smell of him after being apart for so long. Oh how she missed him during those weeks that they could not be together. How she longed to be with him, if even for a few brief moments, but she knew the reasons why they could not be together and accepted them no matter how much it hurt her heart. She could...

4 years ago

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Highway Game Turns Erotic

It was a beautiful fall afternoon. I was headed back home after being out of town all day long. My drive down the interstate started out innocently enough, but little did I know that before I got off the interstate I would make three men cum. I have always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I have always wore my shorts a little too short, my jeans a little too tight, my skirts a little too short, and my swimsuits a little too revealing. Many times I do not wear a bra when I go out, and for the...

2 years ago

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HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN

By Justin Case "You sure you're not too drunk to drive?" Sheryl asked Toya. "Girl, I'm not drunk. I'll be alright." "Okay, drive slow...and watch out for the police." "We're going to follow you. We've got to pass your place to get to my house anyhow," I yelled as I opened the car door. "You don't think she's going to make it home in one piece?" Sheryl asked as she slid into the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. "We're going to...

4 years ago

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Love and Lust on the Alcan Highway Chapter 2

It was almost eight hours later that my body responded to the need to relieve my aching bladder. The call made me very aware that I’d better answer it in one hell of a hurry. The warm body sleeping on my chest had me reluctant to even think about moving. I slowly and carefully extracted myself from under Linda’s warmth, not wanting to disturb her slumber. It was dark outside, which indicated that it was somewhere between 1:30 and 3:00 in the morning. If I got my ass in gear, we’d be in...

2 years ago

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Highway H

--- Despite numerous learning disabilities and near total lack of reasoning (she's with me isn't she?), Maggie gets by quite well outside the group home where she spend her first two adult years. Aunt Beth is slowly teaching her to cook and I even teach her a few things that aren't sexually orientated. Recently, when I bought her a candy bar, I told her about Hershey PA and the factory and amusement park. I only knew what I'd read about it, since I had never bothered to stray on...

2 years ago

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A Desolate Stretch of Highway

This is the story of how my sexual good fortune reached its crescendo on a busy stretch of highway between Los Angeles and Las Vegas, in a vehicle traveling over 70 miles per hour. The boundaries that separate life’s ultimate erotic adventures and personal danger are sometimes blurred, and either consciously or subconsciously we all determine how far we’re willing to push the sexual envelope beyond that dividing line. In the heat of the moment most people probably don’t even realize that...

3 years ago

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Wrong stop in the Highway

Wrong stop in the highwayMy husband Victor and I moved to the west coast and lived there many years.In one occasion, Victor went abroad for one week and I had plenty free time to pay a visit to old friends living about four hundred miles from our home town.I spent three nice days with these guys and then came back home.Still I was expecting to be alone during another two days, but I wanted really to be at home as soon as I could; so, I tried to drive back during the night in a fast highway.It...

3 years ago

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Sex With Friends Husband On Highway

By : Writernial Hello to all the readers on ISS. I would like to first thank all the readers who had written to me after reading my story uploaded a few days ago. The response I received was tremendous and it was not possible for me to reply each and individual mail though I did reply to a selected few of them. I had received scores of request for adding them to chat but it was not proper to accept some and decline others. After much deliberation, I am writing my next experience in sex with yet...

4 years ago

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Love on the HighwayChapter 3

Just after noon, I rolled out of the Whitehorse yard on my way south to Seattle. The two trailers I was pulling felt light compared to the ones I usually had, and that promised to make for an easy trip. A quicker trip meant that I'd be back in Whitehorse, and in Linda's arms that much sooner. Linda Coulter. Somehow, this young woman had managed to sneak past all the barriers and safe-guards that I'd ever put up to keep my heart from being trampled on. A part of this realization scared me,...

2 years ago

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Radiator Springs A Zansasi Highway AdventureChapter 9 Sightseeing Near and Far Away

I didn't head back home. The Map told me I still had eight days to get Sally back to The Highway, and I wanted her to see a few sights I really like before she left me. I headed us west into the Golden State, and then north to Yosemite. A week earlier I'd burned some mix CD's of driving music. I started out with East Bound and Down, my favorite drive-fast song, along with Wild Thing, which I remember from a movie where at trucker played it as he cleared out a bridge of blocking...

1 year ago

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On Patrol

Good Day, All - well, for those who have been enjoying my documentation of sexual play and pleasure, thanks for your continued comments and support. Everything I post is true. No reason to make up when I indulge so much (life's too short to NOT take opportunities as they present. I've recently relocated to the West Coast. Not relevant why - suffice to say it was and is a good move. Anyway, not being one to stay retired, I've taken a position at a new resort in the city. It's relatively small,...

4 years ago

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The Highway Girl

The sun was beating down off the old black State highway. Outside must have been nearly a hundred degrees. Inside the Audi A4, the AC vents blew a cool hard seventy over Glenn's knuckles, as the speedometer flirted with ninety miles per hour. His eyes scanned the sides of the road for the telltale glint of sunlight from a cop's waiting roof-rack, but out here in the sticks there wasn't much worry. He stepped a little harder on the gas, daring himself to get her up into triple digits.Glenn loved...

3 years ago

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Changing cars in the highway

I was driving back home that afternoon, in the middle of nowhere.My sweet wife was by my side. I had attended a boring conference at Tampa and had dropped Anita three days ago at Orlando, so that she could spend some time with her dear girlfriend Ursula.Now on the way back, I picked up Ana again.My wife looked horny; I asked her about her nice visit; but she said she had bored a lot and had missed my cock a lot…She looked at me, saying she wanted to stop anyplace at this long highway, to fuck...

3 years ago

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Renaming a Highway

Renaming a Highway By shalimar I went because he was my cousin. I didn't believe that I would ever have the strength to see the location where he probably died. According to my elders the whole family had to be there, just like the old days when we had family gatherings. I was only his third cousin but I still was required to be a part of history on the day the state of Mississippi would officially dedicate a part of the highway after him. I dressed as I usually...

2 years ago

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Wife Turned Highway Slut

My wife is on the conservative side when it comes to dressing, skirts knee length, blouses not too low cut. She 35, with great legs, a good figure and 36C boobs. I have tried to get her to open up a little, even got her shared with a neighbor a while back, but that is another story. I have always fantasized her with a stranger, but the situation never really presented itself, until last month.Now, my wife will get, what I call, all sexed up when we make love, dark stockings, garter belt, see...

4 years ago

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Radiator Springs A Zansasi Highway AdventureChapter 7 Conscience Calling

Time for a moment of Truth — and that's Truth with the big "T". I had let my enthusiasm overrun my good sense. Another Truth is that I really knew better. In fact, I'd really known better right from the beginning. That's why I'd tried so hard to find this car's true owner. I would have given her over in an instant to anyone who could show a valid claim. The intoxication came afterwards. Now I had the hangover. My conscience ached. Whether or not this was even the Sally I envisioned,...

1 year ago

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Highway HardOn

Highway driving gets boring. Long stretches of turnpike don't demand much concentration, so my mind always wanders to its favorite subject --- sex! In the summer, my wandering mind is aided by the view: single guys in sports cars and pickups, most driving shirtless, with one tanned arm out the window. I drive one-handed myself, but my free arm isn't out the window; my hand is gently rubbing my crotch as I fantasize. Sometimes I catch a smile from a passing guy, but even if I follow him, it...

3 years ago

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Josie Meets the Beach Patrol

Josie Meets the Beach Patrol "Please Mistress," I whispered, "please reconsider, I am begging you." "Oh Josie," Sarina laughed as she spoke to me. "You know this is how you are to be for the rest of your life, so you might as well get used to it." Sarina went on to say to me, "Now repeat after me, I am a sissy girl and Sarina is the boss and I have nothing to say about the way I have to dress." Without any more chiding I repeated exactly what Sarina told me to say. "I am a...

2 years ago

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MAU Slayers Our Very First Patrol

[Thanks for the feedback on the first story. I'm working to improve some of the issues that were brought up. I'm giving myself a little more time to work on each part and hopefully catch any mistakes.] Previously on MAU - Slayers... Two friends, Laura and Jordan used a MAU to become Buffy and Faith, the Vampire Slayers as seen on the television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Their friends Mike and Chris used the device to become the vampires Angel and Spike, finding their new...

4 years ago

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An Angie Story 2 Angie Goes on Patrol

Copyright© 2006 Edited by pairadice Angie's tale continues with the assignment of a new boss to take the place of the retired Captain Durocher. Needless to say, Angie's days as a human breathalyzer are over. What will she do now? Ordered to report to Lieutenant Frost, Angie was nervous. She had heard stories about the up-and-coming leader and was not looking forward to working under her. As Angie walked through the parking lot on her way to see her new boss, she shrugged. Oh well,...

3 years ago

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Hell on the Highway

Dad’s new car was a Triumph. Actually, it wasn’t really new and was not much of a triumph either. He was proud as punch, though, bringing our first family car home the evening before our annual week’s summer holiday. Holidays were a trying time back in those days, the early 1960s. For the short six weeks of the school holidays, the weekends became like the migration of lemmings. The English road system was pretty much as had existed since the 1930s, when there were probably more horse-drawn...

2 years ago

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Im a slut A dare to fuck a stranger on the highway

“Would you like to fuck me?” I asked bending over the car’s window and looking into the eyes of the man sitting in driver’s seat. He was in his mid thirties and dressed in formal black suit with white shirt. “Sorry, I don’t have sex with prostitutes,” he said looking at my tits inside my top through the neck line. “I’m not a prostitute,” I said. “You see those people over there,” I pointed at two cars parked along side the highway and few girls and guys were standing near the car. The girls...

3 years ago

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Im a slut A dare to fuck a stranger on the highway

“Would you like to fuck me?” I asked bending over the car’s window and looking into the eyes of the man sitting in driver’s seat. He was in his mid thirties and dressed in formal black suit with white shirt. “Sorry, I don’t have sex with prostitutes,” he said looking at my tits inside my top through the neck line. “I’m not a prostitute,” I said. “You see those people over there,” I pointed at two cars parked along side the highway and few girls and guys were standing near the car. The girls...