1. Damsel in Distress


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: Varrick, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    She’d been driving for nine hours, and had spent the last two of these watching the engine temperature gauge rise to alarming heights. She’d borrowed this rust-filled dumpster of a Ford Pinto from her roommate, and although Anya greatly appreciated the gesture, before she’d even left New York she was starting to wish that she’d gone to the expense of getting a rental. Still, she knew hindsight would do her no good out here in rural Virginia, so onwards she ploughed. She was travelling south to visit her family, but had mistakenly left the freeway many miles and almost an hour ago. She was reaching over to the passenger seat for her map when the hideous sight of steam rising from the engine bay greeted her. Anya muttered a stream of obscenities as she pulled the car over to the shoulder. She shut off the engine and rested her head against the seat, cursing the hot summer weather that had helped it overheat. After a second spent shaking her head, she climbed out and took in her surroundings. The narrow stretch of blacktop on which she found herself was the only apparent evidence that this place had ever been set upon by human eyes, as from behind the darkened lenses of her sunglasses, she could see nothing but fields, trees, and green, green grass. Anya reached back into the car and grabbed her bag, then rustled inside for her cell phone. She switched it on, and was not surprised when she couldn’t get a signal. She threw the phone back into her bag and her bag into the car, ...
    and started to wonder just what the hell she was going to do. She decided that if there was an asphalt road it had to lead somewhere, so she took from the car a bottle of water and started walking. Anya walked for many a mile, so many in fact that her feet were beginning to ache despite the sturdy knee-high boots she was wearing over her jeans. Plus, the afternoon sun was high in the sky, and her loose tank top offered no protection from the merciless pulsing of the sun’s rays. Feeling more downcast than ever, Anya decided to take a break and stopped beneath the cool shade offered by the leafy branches of an American Yellowwood. She sat with her back to the trunk and sipped at her water. As she contemplated recommencing her trek, she heard the whinnying of a horse off in the distance. Anya jumped up and looked around, pulling her sunglasses off as she did so. At first she couldn’t see anything other than the now familiar landscape. But then, just as she was thinking that the noise had been a delusion brought on by the heat, a figure emerged over the rise of a hill. It was the Stetson she saw first, the unmistakable sight of a brown felt cowboy hat. And as she walked closer and the rider climbed, she saw his face, his body, and his mount. The horse strode forward with its head shaking slightly, fighting against the reins. It was a jet-black stallion, and the colour of its coat was a stark contrast to the white cotton shirt worn by the cowboy. The cowboy stopped his horse next to ...
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