The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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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“Who said you’d need money?” Damn that smile. “I got this. I need someone to go and help me document all of this, so, don’t worry about money, that’s the one thing that I do have an abundance of for this trip. It’s just a question of whether your ‘Miss’ will let you go.” I could see he was poking at my manhood there. Nice try, I thought.
So after dinner we sat for a couple of hours, drinking, him some ale and me some schnapps, and talking about the good things to come. He did have this planned out, had his research done on how to maximize the days, the best companies for each of the excursions, what airlines to take ... everything. All he needed, he said, was for me to give him the go-ahead.
“Hey,” I said with a bit of a southern drawl, which came out when I had been drinking, “you had me at ‘Who said you’d need money’, pal.” I took another slug. I was a good drinker with plenty of practice.
“Good!” He picked up the phone and I swear to all that’s holy it was a rotary dial phone, and he started dialing it. As he finished and saw my astonished look, he pointed to a device on the wall near the phone jack. Ah, I thought, a pulse-to-tone converter. Cute.
He apparently had called a travel agent because he started rattling off flight numbers and connections and other stuff from a piece of paper he was holding. A couple of minutes later he was off the phone.
“I could have emailed her, but, I’d rather she have to write the stuff down, earn that commission. Besides that, she’s hot as balls and has a damn sexy voice.”
“So, when do we leave?”
“Tomorrow. Our flight, #444, leaves Harrisburg International at 9:30, so it’ll be an early day for us.”
I looked at him for a moment. “Hey Rich, if you want some fun, why don’t we go rafting in the Poconos? I did that several years ago and it was fun.”
He chuckled. “I see what you did there; that’s what I need you around for, pal. No, I’m not looking for fun. I’m looking for scare-the-living-shit-outta-ya type stuff.”
I downed the rest of my drink and poured another. Arizona, here we come, I thought to myself and also thought that I was gonna need a lot more liquor before this adventure was over.
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