Author: ASilverTongue

“The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude (Part 3).” (M/F, Plot Development)

This is the third installment of “The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude”; a story inspired by, and originally submitted as a response to, [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f4ft7z/wp_turns_out_the_hitchhiker_you_picked_up_is_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/RedFredHunter.

*Note: This particular installment does not feature an actual sex scene. Due to its length, I saw fit to post this segment as Part Three, and the following sex scene as Part Four.*

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“Still aiming for Bakersfield?”

“Mmmmnnnh… What?”

“*Kitty*, wake up.”

“I’m… awake…”

“You sure?”

“No.”

“I asked if you were still wanting to go to Bakersfield.”

Kitty groaned as she forced herself to sit up in bed, drowsiness still weighing down her eyelids like lead. She paused to regain strength, exhausted by the small effort, then raised her hands to her face.

“What time is it?” She mumbled into her palms.

“A little after five.”

“In the morning?”

“Sure as hell ain’t five in the afternoon.”

“Why are you up so early?”

“I’ve gotta get going. Got a load to drop off, and it’s still a long drive to Bakersfield.”

“Fuck…” Kitty sighed, running her hands up and to either side of her face, smoothing back her unruly hair as she finally managed to blink her eyes open. Read more »

“The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude (Part 2).” (M/F, Oral Sex)

This is the second installment of “The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude”; a story inspired by, and originally submitted as a response to, [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f4ft7z/wp_turns_out_the_hitchhiker_you_picked_up_is_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/RedFredHunter.

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The bell above the door chimed again as the wooden frame swung outwards. The wind still blew across the open desert staring down the small lobby from the other side of the long, bleak highway, but had died down in the few minutes that had passed since the previous chime.

Heavy, black steel-toed boots crunched in the gravel lot as a heavy-set, tall and sturdy man trudged his way across it, parallel the road. Stuffing a wadded paper receipt into a pocket with one hand, he absently toyed a room key with the other, its coiled ring swinging like a hula-hoop around his outstretched finger. The man’s eyes were dead set on the line of rooms – free-standing from the lobby – a few yards away.

Open-toed, dusty sandals flip-flopped in a slow but concentrated trot behind him, occasionally pausing, shaking furiously, to dislodge a piece of kicked-up gravel from between their topsides and the bottom of the feet of the petite blonde wearing them. Her hands swayed as her side as she walked, only rising, occasionally, to brush wayward strands of gold from out of her face. A warm smile spread across her face as she finally caught up with her companion. Read more »

“The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude (Part 1).” (M/F, Oral Sex)

Got some good reception on my introductory post, here, so here’s the first part of another story I had fun writing.

This is the first installment of “The Hitchhiker’s Gratitude”; a story inspired by, and originally submitted as a response to, [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/f4ft7z/wp_turns_out_the_hitchhiker_you_picked_up_is_more/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) by u/RedFredHunter.

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“Where’re we headed?” She asked, climbing with a little difficulty into the passenger seat of the truck.

“Me?” He responded. “Bakersfield. You? You tell me.”

“Bakersfield sounds nice.” She answered, slamming her door closed with one hand as she began to tug at the seatbelt with the other. “Thanks for picking me up.”

“Wouldn’t have felt right leaving someone on the side of the road like that, middle of summer. Car broke down, somewhere?”

“Something like that.”

“Something like that?” He questioned the cryptic response as the mechanism of her seatbelt clinked.

He had shifted the truck to drive, pulled entirely off the shoulder, and almost got up to speed before she finally answered him.

“Hitchhiking my way across the state.” She provided. “Last guy gave me a ride dropped me off about where you found me.” Read more »

“On Good Behavior” (M/F, Roleplay & Costumes, Light Female Domination)

First post on this sub, so I decided to offer up a story I had a lot of fun writing, but is on the short-and-sweet side.

This piece was originally submitted as a response to [this prompt](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/e7m4pc/wp_in_a_novel_new_approach_to_encouraging_good/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) over on r/DirtyWritingPrompts.

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“Back in your cell, *Convict*.”

The way she said that word… like it was a proper noun… made Tennessee shiver.

It wasn’t a *bad* shiver, but it did give him pause, and the officer didn’t seem to have any patience for it.

“I said… Back. In. Your. Cell.” She barked at him, cutting each word off. Before he could react, he felt a flat hand between his shoulder blades, and a push forward.

Tennessee stumbled into the cell, catching himself on the wall before he could fall to his knees. There was a metallic creak behind him, followed by a loud bang, and a crunching noise like machine parts moving together.

Tennessee didn’t have time to look back before he felt a hand gripping his shoulder and a shoe budging up between his, nudging his right foot to the side.

“Hands on the wall, just like that.” The cop’s voice spoke behind him. “Legs apart. C’mon. There; that’s good.” Read more »