The Fuck-it List
Copyright© 2025 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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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I moved a little closer to Rich. “Hey, when I swim, it’s generally in 80-85 degree water.” He just shrugged his shoulders and started to put on his life jacket.
The first few hours were easy. We had about a three or four-mile-an-hour current, so paddling was a piece of cake. The water was a beautiful aquamarine, the sunshine was finally making its way into the depths of the canyon; it was idyllic.
And then the shoe dropped.
“Rapids coming up around this next bend,” called out Katie. I noticed that she was digging the front sections of her feet into what looked almost like stirrups in the bottom of the raft.
“Guys,” she said, a little quieter than normal, “you’ll want to wedge your outside foot in under the side of the raft. Yep,” she said, looking at Rich, “just like that. Now, these are supposed to be Class III minus rapids, which means we can handle them fairly easily, but water has been rising lately beyond the normal rise, so they could be a little stronger. Just listen carefully to my commands.”
I looked over at Rich. “Well, this is what you asked for, pal.” He smiled and nodded.
As we rounded the bend, all of us could see the whitewater ahead. It looked, well, intense.
Jake started barking out orders to his charges, ordering them to pick up speed. Now, you’d think you’d wanna take it easy and slow down, but it’s just the opposite. The faster you go, under control of course, the quicker you get through the rapids. I remember that you wanted to do that for about 90% of the rapids that you came across.
“Right HOLD” came the order from Katie. Her voice had taken on that tone you generally associate with a drill sergeant. Immediately I jammed my paddle into the water and held on.
The paddle almost got ripped from my hands. “Shit!” and I gripped it with everything I had.
“RIGHT! Use your body, not just your arms. Lean into it.”
I knew what she meant, I just wasn’t expecting such a strong kick so early. The volume of water was much greater than the Poconos and the paddles a little larger. I started to get a little nervous about this group’s relative inexperience.
“LEFT, double-time it!” came the shout, audible over the din of the rapids. I saw Rich starting to paddle his ass off, grinning. I smiled too. What the hell, I thought, we’d be fine.
The first real sign of trouble was when we hit a particularly nasty eddy followed by a large, mostly hidden big ass rock, and that jarring impact knocked the teen back into the middle of the raft.
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