Ride Me, Cowboy!
(An Erotic Western)
*Adult Content*
By Destiny Drake
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Ride Me, Cowboy! (An Erotic Western) *Adult Content*
Destiny Drake
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Copyright 2011 Destiny Drake
Cover art copyright 2011 Destiny Drake
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RIDE ME, COWBOY!
I gazed through the dim light at the rugged face of the cowboy who stood before me. He had a manly square jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes the color of the Wyoming sky. His skin was tanned, and his black hair was cut short. He pulled off my blouse and my bra, kissed my breasts, and then took off his shirt. His chest was broad with a small patch of sparse hair between his perfect pecs. He wore only a pair of jeans, and his huge cock bulged through the denim that was well-broken-in and faded from long hours in the saddle. He was barefoot, and even so, he was at least six inches taller than I was.
He stared back at me and reached down with his massive calloused hands to unsnap and unzip my pants.
But wait, I’m getting ahead of my story. My name is Anna, and when my story began, I was an East-coast web designer living in Boston. I adored life in Beantown, and I’d never had much interest in the outdoors. Being out in nature with the dirt and the smells and the bugs had no appeal for me. I didn’t even like dining al fresco! And as for camping or staying in a quaint rural inn—well, I much preferred the exquisite interior of a suite at an elegant hotel to anything the countryside might have had to offer.
All this changed, however, about a year ago when I spent five days at a Wyoming dude ranch.
I’d been living in Boston for two years with my boyfriend, Steve. Things had been rocky between us for many months—so rocky, in fact, that it seemed like the only good part of my life was the time I spent walking or playing with Venus, Steve’s sweet and adorable cocker spaniel.
Eventually we’d agreed to an open relationship. The “openness” turned out to be mostly on his side, and Steve more and more frequently brought home his new friend Erica and romped with her in our guest room. It hurt me emotionally so much to lie alone there in my bed and hear them through the wall, each moaning as they engaged in passionate sex.
I knew Steve’s sexual habits, so I could picture the two perfectly. Steve would have begun by kissing Erica’s neck and taking her nipples between his lips. Then he’d suck her tits before moving on to her pussy. They’d move into a sixty-nine position, with Steve moving his wet tongue on Erica’s clit. Meanwhile, he’d entangle his hand in Erica’s hair and guide her bobbing head as she sucked his throbbing cock. Finally, he’d stop giving Erica head and detach Erica’s lips from his dick. He’d move his body between Erica’s legs and, taking Eric’s thighs in his hands, he’d raise her hips off the bed and penetrate her while staring lovingly into her eyes—something he’d done with me when we first met, but hadn’t done in many weeks.
One night I held little Venus in my arms and cried all over her fur just thinking about what they were doing to each other in there. But I voiced no objections to Steve. After all, we’d agreed to be “polyamorous,” and besides, I knew that if I complained, he’d just say I had his permission to do the same.
But I never had done the same—I had no desire for anyone else. Meanwhile, my friend Brianna was constantly after me to dump Steve and move on. But I couldn’t. She said it was because I’m a “moonchild,” being born in July, and that like my zodiac sign of the crab, I like to hold onto things and not let go.
Whatever the reason, it was true that I didn’t want to “move on” from my relationship, such as it was. No other man appealed to me, and I didn’t want to face the world alone.
Naturally, given that I prefer the city to the country, it was Steve’s idea to go to the dude ranch. Steve’s a city boy too, but he’s the athletic and nature-loving type. He lives for weekends of camping or mountain biking, and if I want to spend time with him, I’m obliged to follow him. My idea of being outside is taking Venus for a stroll around Boston Commons.