The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Award-winning erotic adventure of a lifetime, with two good friends fulfilling one's bucket list item in the wilds of Arizona. White-water rafting the Colorado river is daring; when it's at an all-time high, it becomes a face-off with death, where an unlikely hero surfaces. Mixed with lots of sex, romance and a splash of humor, this romp is a thriller AND explains the author's pen name origin! You can view reader's comments over at Bookapy.
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In the summer of 2014, I traveled to Pennsylvania to meet Rich. We’d been talking for a couple of years, both having a love of writing, and our senses of humor meshed well. He told me that he had something special to do, and asked if I’d join him, that it’d take about a week, wouldn’t cost me a dime and I might just have the time of my life.
Mysterious! So I put my affairs in order, cranked up the ‘94 Jag convertible, and set off for Amish country.
It was late afternoon when I entered town, cruising up High Street, passing the A&M Pizza, then making the next left onto Main where I noted the Brick House Cafe, a little diner-like place that Rich said he frequented. Two blocks up I made a right and another quick right, and found a place to park, just like he said I would.
“Hey, young fella’,” came the call from the 2nd story window of the brick building, “come on up!” He smiled wryly, the smile I’d seen plenty of times via Skype. Grabbing my suitcase from the backseat of the Jag, which is infamous for having little luggage space in what they call the trunk, I walked up the steps and knocked on his door.
It was a modest apartment, as he’d described. Didn’t have a woman’s touch, to be sure, but it smelled of a crock pot working its magic, and there were books, plenty of books.
“So what’s all this mystery about,” I asked, once I’d settled into a comfy chair and took a long drink from the glass of water I’d requested.
He pondered the question for a moment; it looked like he was gearing up for an announcement of sorts.
“Well, neither of us is getting any younger, right?” he started, and I nodded, definitely agreeing with him. “So, I don’t have a bucket list, but I do have a few things that I’d like to do before I either get too old and hobbled to do them, or, lose too many marbles and forget what I wanted to do! I call it my Fuckit List.”
I nodded, chuckled a bit, and took another long draw from the glass.
“Okay, here it is: I want to white-water raft in the Grand Canyon, and I want you to go with me.”
I looked at him with what most likely could only be described as sheer disbelief.
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