The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 11
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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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Rich’s head snapped over to me, saw my impersonation of a young girl with no boobs wearing a bikini, and then scowled. “That’s not funny, you asshole!” He whispered harshly. Katie lost it as did I, and I saw a smirky grin come from Rich a half-a-minute later.
Setting out on the relatively calm water, we were given an estimation of what to expect for the rest of the day. We’d have several hours of normal, three to four mile-an-hour current, and then we were gonna’ pass through the toughest part of the Canyon: Horn Creek, Granite, Hermit, Boucher, Crystal, and a couple of others, all rapids, all within a twelve-mile stretch.
“Before that,” said Jake, “we’re gonna’ have a taste of it with a stretch of deep drops, starting with Unkar Rapid, followed by Nevills, Hance, Sockdolager, and Grapevine. Those are over a 9-mile stretch, with the drops ranging from 16 feet to 30 feet. That’s a three-story building.” Jake let that sink in.
While the others were engaged in an excited conversation, Katie encouraged both Rich and me to move closer to her.
“I want to let both of you know that today could be much tougher than even what Jake was talking about. I’ve not been on the river in quite a while where there was this volume of water. Almost reminds me of--” she was cut off by Rich.
“‘83?”
Katie cocked her head. “How do you know about 1983?”
“I read now and then,” was Rich’s reply. “The Emerald Mile.”
The look on Katie’s face showed some newfound respect for Rich.
“I’m impressed. I wasn’t around then, of course, but I’ve heard numerous recounts of it through the years and been on rides similar but without that volume.” Katie looked over at me. “1983 saw the release of a tremendous amount of water from behind the Dam due to unprecedented snowfall melting upstream.
During that year, people died on the River, and there was an epic journey by three legends. You should read about it sometime.”
I nodded, fascinated.
“Anyway, my point is, more than ever, I’m gonna’ need both of you on top of your game. This could get dangerous in the blink of an eye, especially if some of the yahoos up front aren’t fully paying attention. Jake and I came close to calling in the chopper this morning and ending the trip. After today, we might wish we had done just that.”
Rich looked over at her, and with a serious, no-frills look, said “We’ll have your back, Katie.”
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