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Rare Fetish of Truck Horns

by ponnnponnn on Feb 12, 2019
Fetish

I am PonPon. In this world of strange people having strange or weird fetishes, I am out of this world with one of the strangest and weirdest fetish's you've probably ever heard. First, let's have a brief description of my strange fetish. I am a slim sexy woman, love wearing high cut swimsuits, leotards, body stockings, etc. I have a special love for nylon s...

Truck Sales

by Deadwood on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

1983 Bangor Maine It was hardly the place for a woman, Amy deduced as she slowly walked across the garage floor of John Carrey's trucking company. Several big rigs sat in the bays in various levels of disassembly. Some had mechanics toiling on their engines, while others had mechanics lying on their backs turning wrenches underneath the drive lines and rear...

The Mechanic's Wife Ch. 03

by Karenkay on Sep 19, 2017
Interracial Love

Daisy combed her long blonde hair as she thought about the escapade that had happen two weeks ago with Frank. Bill had almost found out about Frank being at the house that afternoon but Silvia helped her get everything cleaned up before Billy arrived home. If that wasn't nerve racking enough, getting a phone call from Frank's wife a few days later telling h...

Keep on trucking

by homeboundboy on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Jamie checked the time on her bedside clock and looked over at the empty spot in her bed. It was 2am and she knew her husband Bobby was still out in the garage tinkering with his damned truck even though he had promised her he would be done before midnight. She climbed out of bed and pulled a thin robe over her cream colored negligee and padded downstairs ba...

Making Hay

by TxRad on Sep 14, 2017
Group Sex

Jan was bouncing up and down on her boyfriend, Bubba's lap but not in the way you might think. With five of them in the cab of Jake's old pickup, she did not have anywhere else to sit. They were packed in like sardines but that didn't keep them all from bouncing around on the rough dirt road that led into the hay fields. "Come on Jake, you need to get the b...

Parking Area 2 Miles

by Lovinhose on Sep 15, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Prior to writing this next installment in my awesome sex life as a bisexual crossdresser, I thought I had already written about all of my worth while, true life experiences, but I had actually forgotten about this one. It happened in, I believe, 2008, during the end of the summer. I was driving my truck. I am a truck driver by trade. Three hours and a co...

Life with Torrie Ch. 04

by Theeeeee1 on Sep 19, 2017
Loving Wives

Chapter 4: Riding Around With Torrie, Donna and Rudy It was already dark when we arrived at Donna and Rudy' house on Friday evening. Of course that wasn't surprising since it was almost 8 o'clock in late January. It was also very cold. As a matter of fact, it was as cold as December 5, 1969. That was the night I fucked Torrie for the first time. As we set...

Frisky Goes To Town

by Avalanche Man on Sep 1, 2017
Humor & Satire

Steam was just billowing out from under the raised hood of the old '52 Chevy stake bed pick up. Very glumly, they sat beside the road and watched the mini imitation of Old Faithful, the geyser. They were actually more concerned about how mad that Paw was going to be when they got back late from the trip down the mountains into town. Paw had a temper, no doub...

The Truck is Rocking!

by tabber on Aug 20, 2018
Erotic Couplings

We were on the way to my boyfriend's family cabin up in the hills. I was looking forward to it. Spring break at our college just couldn't come fast enough. I had packed a small bag with very little clothing. I was planning on laying in the sun on the dock of his pond and getting an all-over tan. The only other clothing I packed was a bikini, some denim short...

Tinker Bells

by A_Satori on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

copyright ©2008 All rights reserved. * "Ohhh... Dee-dee-eee!" I stand in the gangway looking up, sandwiched between two walls of pitted common brick, ancient rain eroded concrete under my feet. I ball my hands into fists, take a big breath and call again, "Oh... Dee... Dee-EEEE!" I am barely four years old. Deedee might be even younger. I listen intentl...