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Wild Ride by A.DRAKE

This is an original piece, Inspired by stories that I've heard on the river

More to come...

Alexis, a young and feisty bartender, had always been intrigued by the rugged and adventurous raft guides who frequented her bar. Among them, James stood out—his piercing gaze and charming smile leaving a lasting impression on her. Little did she know that this attraction would soon turn into a thrilling and steamy encounter.

It was a quiet afternoon when Alexis finished her shift at the local tavern. As she stepped outside, the warm summer breeze caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Unbeknownst to her, a pair of intense eyes followed her every move. James had been observing her for weeks, captivated by her beauty and independent spirit. Today, he decided to make his move.

As Alexis strolled through the woods, taking a shortcut to her cabin, she felt a sense of unease. The rustling of leaves behind her sent a chill up her spine. Suddenly, a strong hand clamped over her mouth, and she found herself being pulled into a muscular embrace. It was James, his breath hot on her neck.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he whispered, his voice deep and playful. "A beautiful bartender, all alone in the woods."

Alexis struggled against his hold, her heart pounding. She had heard stories about James, his reputation as a ladies' man preceding him. But something about his touch, the way his body pressed against hers, ignited a desire she couldn't deny.

"Let me go, James," she managed to say, her voice laced with a mix of fear and excitement. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Just a little game of cat and mouse, sweetheart," he replied, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're the catch of the day, and I plan to have my fun."

With that, he hauled her petite frame over his shoulder, her legs dangling helplessly. Alexis let out a startled cry, her heart racing as she realized she was at his mercy. James's powerful strides carried them deeper into the woods, away from prying eyes.

The journey seemed endless, and Alexis's mind raced with questions. Was she afraid? Yes, but there was something thrilling about being captured by this enigmatic man. His rough yet playful demeanor intrigued her, and she found herself surrendering to the moment.

Finally, they reached a clearing, where a group of James's fellow raft guides awaited. These men, just as handsome and rugged as James, whistled and cheered at the sight of their friend's catch. Alexis felt a rush of embarrassment and arousal as she was set down in the center of their circle.

"Gentlemen, meet Alexis," James announced, his voice filled with pride. "She's all ours for the taking."

The guides encircled her, their eyes roaming over her body with raw desire. Among them was Jake, a sweet-talker with a mischievous grin, who winked at Alexis, making her blush. Then there was Marcus, an imposing figure with a rough exterior, but his kind eyes hinted at a softer side. And lastly, Ethan, the strong, silent type, whose intense gaze made Alexis's knees weak.

James pulled Alexis onto his lap, his hands possessively resting on her thighs. She could feel his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing against her through his pants. The other guides gathered closer, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" James suggested, his fingers trailing up her bare leg. "Truth or dare, with a little twist."

The guides cheered, eager for the game to begin. Alexis's heart raced, knowing she was about to become the center of their erotic play.

"Alexis, my dear, truth or dare?" James asked, his breath hot on her neck.

"Dare," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The guides exchanged mischievous glances, and Marcus spoke up, his deep voice resonating through the clearing. "I dare you to strip for us, right here, right now."

Alexis's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But something about the raw desire in their eyes emboldened her. Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts. The guides let out appreciative whistles, their eyes fixed on her every move.

As she slipped off her blouse, Jake stepped forward, his hands reaching for the buttons of her shorts. "Let me help you with that, sweetheart," he murmured, his breath warm on her skin.

Alexis shivered as Jake's fingers brushed against her bare waist, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations as he slowly slid her shorts down her legs, leaving her clad only in her lingerie.

"Now, run into the river, my beauty," James commanded, his voice laced with authority. "Let the cool water caress your naked skin."

Without hesitation, Alexis obeyed, her bare feet padding against the soft earth as she made her way to the nearby river. The guides followed, their eyes feasting on her naked form. She dove into the water, the cold river embracing her heated body.

As she surfaced, gasping for breath, strong arms pulled her back to the shore. It was Ethan, his powerful frame enveloping her. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her back to the waiting group.

"Now, let's see what else we can do with this gorgeous creature," James said, his hands roaming over Alexis's wet body.

The guides wasted no time. Jake knelt before her, his lips trailing kisses along her inner thighs, inching closer to her core. Marcus stood behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, his erection pressing against her back. Ethan, still holding her in his arms, kissed her passionately, his tongue dancing with hers.

Alexis moaned, overwhelmed by the sensations. She reached for James, craving his touch. He obliged, his fingers sliding into her wetness, stroking her with expert precision. Her body trembled as waves of pleasure washed over her.

The orgy had begun, and Alexis found herself at the center of it all. Hands and mouths explored her body, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. She surrendered to the pleasure, her inhibitions melting away. The guides took turns, each man claiming his moment with her, their desire raw and unapologetic.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the clearing, Alexis lay breathless and satisfied. Her body glistened with sweat and river water, a testament to the passionate encounter. The guides, equally spent, surrounded her, their eyes filled with admiration and desire.

"That was just the beginning, my dear," James whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're in for a wild ride."

Alexis smiled, her heart racing at the promise of more. She had been captured, teased, and pleasured by these men, and now, she was eager to explore the depths of their desire. As the night beckoned, she knew this was just the first chapter in a steamy adventure, one that would leave her forever changed.

[sun--doggie]

I've grown quite found of these souls. Thank you universe for bringing these two beautiful people into my life ✨

[leilanirose-blog]

see yuh in 174 miles civilization!

Heading down the PCT to the Tieton River.

First long distance hike, wish me luck!

[thomasmcgrady-blog]

There’s the old joke that goes: what’s the difference between a raft guide and a savings bond?… A savings bond usually matures and starts earning money. That’s all I’m trying to do right now, but still continue the dream

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My employee raftguide photo~ a very rare good photo

[thomasmcgrady-blog]

Working on the American River as a Whitewater Guide

The jacket I wear to work was not purchased at Men’s Wearhouse, the case I carry to work isn’t covered in fine leather, and the paperwork I do is only if something goes wrong. It may not be your minds image of a job, but just as anyone else would, we suit up in our floating jackets, we have our waterproof cases filled with useless tricks, clients forgotten items and first aid equipment, all in a very secure filing system; this is the working life of a professional raft guide. Working on the American River can be a grueling task, with early mornings, late nights and a majority of the day filled with work. With that being said I’ve been working for American Whitewater Expeditions for over seven years and always come back for more. While it may seem like the dream job, well… It is. I have never spent more time with so many people happy to work long hours in the sun, with low pay and no days off; believe it or not it is the time of our lives. In the morning, many of the guides roll straight out of bed and get to work; not showered, teeth not brushed, hair a mess, and certainly not presentable in any work environment. This group of unruly ladies and gents work hard to get gear done and loaded as quickly as possible in order to carry out the age old rafting tradition of ‘hurry up and wait’. Yeah we could have slept in another hour, we may have even had time to make ourselves presentable, but that would be less time to socialize with our peers. This is what attracted us to the position and this is what keeps us with it. After gear is completed we usually have our first encounter with the clients; this is the crux of how the day is going to play out. The skill of reading people early is learned only by several bad experiences. If you say one thing wrong on this first impression you are committing yourself to a long day of doubt, attitude and poor conversation, that will surely last the full day. You must learn how to put the envelope right in the spot where it teeters between staying and falling. You need to come off as somewhat racy but taking it too far comes with an immediate and irreversible response.   Off to the bus where you learn to hold down last nights liquor, while hitting some off access turns, at high speeds and keep a conversation going on top of things. Becomes easy after you have been living the rockstar lifestyle for long enough. Once we arrive to the put-in it is near impossible not to socialize with people from other companies; we want to know things like, who did you end up with last night? how did you get home? did you see how messed up so-and-so was? As well as more generally catching up. We need to get gear going so usually it is a mixture of socializing and getting the trip going, while also entertaining our guests. Getting on the water is one of the worst and best feelings you could ever hope for: finally a bit of water to wake you up, but holy hell that water is cold. Adversely, who wants to raft in bathwater anyway? Once on the water the hardest thing to do is not navigate down the rapids, although it is important, it’s spacing out five hours of conversation and keeping people engaged and interested in the experience. Socializing is the most important aspect of a job as a raft guide, if you are boring, get behind a desk. At the end of the rafting trip you can always count on a bit of organized ciaos. You have wet gear, boats, people and all need to find their appropriate place for the ride home. Now, smelly and comfortable with one another we sit even closer and chat with our new friends about the experience we wish never ended. the ride home always seems to fly by because it is spent either sleeping or chatting. You would be making lofty goals if you thought you were going to leave camp by 6pm. We still need to look at pictures, unload gear, and drink beer with your guests. Just when you finish up... hours later it is time to do it all over again. And that is the glorious life of a professional river guide on the middle fork of the American River. Never had a better job than right at American Whitewater Expeditions. 2013