Country boy Stories

Lacy walked into The Whiskey Keg, stopping just inside the door to let her eyes adjust to the dimly lit smoky country bar. She was looking for someone in particular and she found him leaning up against the bar. Marching over to him Lacy said softly, “I need to be fucked. Let’s go, Wyatt.” Without a word, Wyatt finished his beer, left the bottle on the bar, and followed her to the back of the bar and up the stairs to a hal...