a dozen from 'Wild West Weekend' ~ a
contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
Kent, a big man who appeared
to be a musician as well as a ranch hand, strolled over to one of the benches,
his twelve string Dreadnaught acoustic guitar slung over his back.
He swung the guitar back across his
chest and sat. “Why don’t you sweet ones take a seat over there?” Kent directed
the bride and her friends to a couple of small picnic tables’ area under the
pavilion. “Being to close to the music won’t allow you the total melodic
immersion.”
Wow, big words for a cowboy, Bristol thought and
continued to cook her marshmallow on a stick.
All five women nodded, repositioned
to the designated seating area.
Much to Bristol’s strange dismay, Marianne appeared
out of nowhere, glared at her as she walked by, and plopped on the bench behind
her. She could have sworn she felt two hot holes being burned into the back of
her head.
Great. She hates me for
some reason. The thought made her uncomfortable and wary about having the woman
behind her.
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Friday, January 27, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
Weekend Dirty Dozen (01/20-22/12) #WD12 @WeekendDirtyDoz
a dozen from 'Wild West Weekend' ~ a
contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from that party,” Bristol joked. “I’m looking forward to a taste of penis cake.” Bristol winked at Cassie.
Cassie made a cock sucking gesture.
Bristol stood, rolling her eyes at Cassie’s gesture. “Come on. Let’s get me a quick bite to eat and then we’ll go to the campfire.”
As they rode with a wrangler to the site, twilight settled in the big Nevada sky. Vibrant colors of purple, blue and yellow kaleidoscoped across the vastness and faded into the ebony and dark blue velvet abyss. Cicadas buzzed in the cool night as ranch guests milled around the fire, their laughter filling the site. Cassie disappeared, and Bristol shifted her seat on a hard log bench. A few other scattered wood benches arranged around the fire slowly filled as other guests arrived.
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“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away from that party,” Bristol joked. “I’m looking forward to a taste of penis cake.” Bristol winked at Cassie.
Cassie made a cock sucking gesture.
Bristol stood, rolling her eyes at Cassie’s gesture. “Come on. Let’s get me a quick bite to eat and then we’ll go to the campfire.”
As they rode with a wrangler to the site, twilight settled in the big Nevada sky. Vibrant colors of purple, blue and yellow kaleidoscoped across the vastness and faded into the ebony and dark blue velvet abyss. Cicadas buzzed in the cool night as ranch guests milled around the fire, their laughter filling the site. Cassie disappeared, and Bristol shifted her seat on a hard log bench. A few other scattered wood benches arranged around the fire slowly filled as other guests arrived.
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Friday, January 13, 2012
Weekend Dirty Dozen (01/13-15/12) #WD12 @WeekendDirtyDoz
a dozen from 'Wild West
Weekend' ~ a contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las
Vegas.
- My western clothes and accessories take up three of those bags.” She pointed to the suitcases around her, then started swatting the small gnats in front of her face, like she was conducting an orchestra.
Even the bugs seemed enamored with her presence.
Five freakin’ bags. Damn city chick’s high maintenance.
He should’ve run. Far, far away. But something about her held him in place like glue. All of a sudden he didn’t want to leave the ranch as quickly as he’d planned. Perhaps he should stay around for a few days longer. His anniversary camping vacation to the wilds of Zion National Park could wait. Something he’d buried deep inside him, a dull steady aching to be near a woman, but not just any woman, surfaced.
- My western clothes and accessories take up three of those bags.” She pointed to the suitcases around her, then started swatting the small gnats in front of her face, like she was conducting an orchestra.
Even the bugs seemed enamored with her presence.
Five freakin’ bags. Damn city chick’s high maintenance.
He should’ve run. Far, far away. But something about her held him in place like glue. All of a sudden he didn’t want to leave the ranch as quickly as he’d planned. Perhaps he should stay around for a few days longer. His anniversary camping vacation to the wilds of Zion National Park could wait. Something he’d buried deep inside him, a dull steady aching to be near a woman, but not just any woman, surfaced.
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Friday, January 6, 2012
Weekend Dirty Dozen (01/06-08/12) #WD12 @WeekendDirtyDoz
a dozen from 'Wild West
Weekend' ~ a contemporary erotic romance with cowboys set just outside of Las Vegas.
“You realize that this is a ranch. What’s with the luggage? You plan on movin’ in with us?”
Dakota cleared his throat, pinned Damon with an incredulous look before addressing Bristol. “We would be more than happy to assist you with your bags, Ms. Ashcombe. Forgive my brother. I believe he’s forgotten his manners in the presence of such a beautiful woman.”
She giggled softly, appeared to study Damon, her gaze rolling up and down his body. “I just assumed you were the bellman because you look like an employee. Look at the way you’re dressed. A little raggedy. And no, I’m not moving in. -
“You realize that this is a ranch. What’s with the luggage? You plan on movin’ in with us?”
Dakota cleared his throat, pinned Damon with an incredulous look before addressing Bristol. “We would be more than happy to assist you with your bags, Ms. Ashcombe. Forgive my brother. I believe he’s forgotten his manners in the presence of such a beautiful woman.”
She giggled softly, appeared to study Damon, her gaze rolling up and down his body. “I just assumed you were the bellman because you look like an employee. Look at the way you’re dressed. A little raggedy. And no, I’m not moving in. -
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