Love Boats (~130 years ago)

[Hypoxia]

Before cars, before bikes, a major USA fad circa 1880-1910 was... canoodling. Many canoes were sturdy, wide enough for two, and fairly inexpensive. Many thousands of couples around riverine cities hit the water on pleasant days and nights -- often to find good spots to screw, afloat or ashore. Some jurisdictions posted morality police in motor boats with spotlights to interdict the sinners.

That's the background. Our story focuses on a boat cop (any gender), patrolling alone, who forces those they've caught to service them. I guess that's NonCon-Reluctance. Anyway, lots of sex because abusing authority. Are they caught and punished? Hmmm, maybe there's a team of horny-abusive boat cops. Cue the Group Sex.

 

[John Blackhawk]

uhhhhhh.............

 

[Carnevil9]

You should call this story "Coors Light," because it's fucking close to water.

 

[Hypoxia]

You should call this story "Coors Light," because it's fucking close to water.

In rugged Western climes, Coors is referred to as OLD F.P. -- for Fairy Piss. But anyway, back before car sex and after buggy sex, canoe sex used to be The Big Thing. (I remember writing a song about that a few decades back.) What would be a good story title? Maybe CANOE SCREW or FLOAT MY BOAT or PADDLE ME GOOD!

 

[CuttingEdge]

I wrote a story similar to this.

It starts out with a woman in the 1880's who thought she was going to Northern Maine to meet a prospective husband after her first husband died, but it was a ruse. At the hotel, her charges were padded and her perspective husband was really a old time pimp who provided girls to the logging camps deep in the woods. It was all a scam, get the ladies in the woods, and then have them pay off padded charges they could never work off as a logging camp prostitute.

At the logging camp though, a big brawny logger sees she has had handcuffs on her ankles and wrists and knows she was kidnapped and saves her from her suitor and horny loggers. Running through the snow, she nearly dies of the cold, but they find a logging camp, strike a fire, get warm by woodstove and thank-you sex.

The logging camp chases after them, angered by the loss of the potentially good looking prostitute and mad that a fellow logger would deny them. They nearly catch them at the camp, but then they take a canoe from the cabin they made-love in and paddle down river to town.

There the woman realizes the logger has a house but it has been vacant for years, his wife having died along with their son during childbirth. But they have a friend, a Reverend, and they visit him to be saved from the suitor the woman is unfairly, but legally indebted too, and the logger who has the same issu with his logging boss. The Reverend marries the couple, feeds them, then they go to the house where their consummate their marriage.

The story ends when they go to the train station where the woman's suitor (pimp) is going back to Boston to ply his old scam to another woman. Incensed the logger takes the guy by the throat, puts him on horseback and is ready to lynch him when the sheriff shows up. The logger will be tried for murder if he lynches the guy, and the Sheriff starts to take the woman away. But then the logger produces his marriage certificate and points to the date.

"We were married three weeks ago", he claims. "This man tried to prostitute my wife", and then slaps the horse on the rump. It is all over now because the Reverend had back-dated the marriage license.

As they walk away, the Reverend simply says, "The ends justify the means".