Jimmy had a pistol and a shotgun slipped in two holsters on his trouser belt. There was also a leather belt containing ammo swathed around his torso from his shoulder to his side, already half-empty. A cowhide jacket clad his torso, along with a v-neck cotton shirt underneath. A pair of denim pants clothed his legs, and on his feet were a pair of spurred boots. A wide-brimmed hat rested atop his head, managing to block an...

I’ve been asked how we met. Emily moved into the house at the end of my row of houses, and we met while she was moving stuff in. I did the “Hi new neighbour” thing, my cock did the stiff thing, and we have occasionally bumped into each other since. Initially, this was a “hi” in passing, then it became longer chats. I always seemed to get the impression she was pure as the driven snow and wouldn’t cheat, so I hadn’t planne...

Walking just under Lubbock, Cindy walked the sandy path in the middle of nowhere. The harsh sunlight practically poured down on her, causing sweat to pile up under her clothes during this trek. She wore a wide-brimmed hat, and albeit her hat served great shade for her face, Cindy still managed to sweat buckets. A stranger approached with nary a care, the soft metallic clinking of his spurs sounding with each step he took....

Rose had been on the road for six hours. Her coffee was gone and the snacks she brought were picked at to the point they were no longer desirable. Signs on the side of the freeway announced a Ghost Town just up ahead. She still had several hours until she hit her destination. Her back felt tight, her legs pent up, and her mind reasoned that stopping to experience something new wasn’t a bad thing. She pulled off the exit a...

Do you know what it’s like to ache for something you’ve never experienced? To want a love, a passion you’ve only read about? A freedom that may not even be possible, but you want it, you want it, you want it. ~~~ Anne’s body ached from bumping around in the wagon the past month. It was a trail all right, though a smooth one it was not. The Oregon trail promised to lead to opportunity, escape from city life, a fresh start....

She was in the middle of an urgent orgasm when the doorbell buzzed her phone. Joanna groaned at the bad timing. A delivery person, she decided. She rolled over on her belly, arm underneath her, hand between her legs, fingers hard at work. Her naked body flapped against the quietly creaking bed. Papers that were on the bed fell to the floor. Anxious to get this done, her moaning and sighing mutated into panting and whimper...

It was a dark rainy night; the full moon peeking out occasionally from the dark ominous clouds. The horse plodded along, its rider hunched over the pommel tired, hungry, and wet. Although Rob wore a rain slicker it did nothing to keep the rain from sneaking under the opening at the top and drenching his clothes under it. The wide-brimmed cowboy hat kept his hair fairly dry but the drips off the brim kept his face wet. He...

At Sheridan Saloon in Wild West Town...Into the old bar they went, they strolled over to the noticeboard to find anything new to fight in the western desert. The time was getting late but not too late to watch the sunset. A few voices chattered and laughed, albeit not as many as the evening would hold in the saloon.Upon the posting board appeared to be a mark, it was an active monster that the cowboys had to defeat today....

Garrett and I had known each other since high school, senior year. After that, we'd gone to college together. Shared a dorm room. It was somewhere during that time, not sure when that we started fucking. Not boyfriend—boyfriend fucking. Just a couple of buddies getting each other off. I'm definitely not gay. Maybe bisexual—maybe something else entirely. All I know is my best friend knows how to suck cock better than any g...

My name is Tammy Jo. I am twenty-one years old. I am stuck in this small town in Texas and I hate it here. My ambition is to get out of this rat hole where everyone knows everyone’s business and into a bigger city where I can have some privacy.I have been working at the corner convenience store out of the main highway, about a half mile from the house, since I was eighteen, saving my hourly wages to buy a car and hopefull...

I didn't want to be a cowboy, but I certainly wanted one to fuck me. So, to honor those sojourners of the dusty trails I wrote this.When settlers in the 1870's first used "dude," to refer to pasty-faced Easterners coming to The Rockies, they took notice of men with a distinguishable lilt (I have no doubt), of men with a different spring in their step, of men who had secrets settlers didn't know, and of men Rocky Mountain...