1. Damsel in Distress


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

    rocking with the motion. The only thing of which she was aware was the tingling of her clitoris, and the moistening of her fissure. And all too soon it stopped. The movement ceased and she felt the cowboy turn. She jumped as he did so, suddenly realising what she’d been doing. She felt her eyes widen and was glad that she was still wearing her sunglasses, for she was sure that embarrassment would be etched into her features. The cowboy jumped down from the horse. He offered to help her climb down, but Anya didn’t move. “Hey, don’t worry,” he said, again with that smile. “These things happen when the mercury rises.” Anya didn’t know if that made her feel better or worse. Still, the comment broke the tension, so she removed her sunglasses and clipped them to her shirt, then threw a leg over the horse and allowed herself to slip into his arms. For the first time she was aware of how petite she was next to this rugged gent. Standing on the tips of her toes, Anya’s eyes were only just level with his shoulder. But that was soon to be the last thing on her mind. The cowboy had placed his hands upon her hips, and there they remained. Anya stood looking up into his eyes. He met her gaze, and just a hint of a smile played across her lips as his hands moved from the waistband of her jeans, and slowly slipped under her shirt. She could feel his rough, calloused palms gently engage with her tender flesh. “The phone’s in the house over there,” he said, tilting his head toward the ...
    farmhouse. “You can call a tow truck if you like.” “I’m not sure I want to.” “Do it anyway. We’ll have plenty of time before it gets here.” The cowboy removed his hands, and for the briefest of moments Anya felt bereft as she craved his touch. She watched him head toward the stable, and marvelled at his laconic walk. She shook her head and wondered what was happening to her. After taking the time to call the tow truck and splash some water on her face, Anya headed back outside. The cowboy was standing by the stable, leaning against the door, his Stetson pushed back on his head and his thumbs looped through his belt. Anya watched him, but he didn’t move. He just stood smiling at her, his eyes squinting slightly against the bright afternoon sun. Despite her smarts and intellect, Anya wasn’t sure if she found that lascivious smile arousing or alarming, for it had a malign quality that suggested things could slide in either direction. However, he was the same brutishly handsome, sun-burnished cowboy that had made her wet just a few minutes earlier. So when he unhooked his thumbs from his belt and walked into the stable, she decided to follow. Anya was unsure of what to expect. She made her way across the dusty yard, but with each step she wondered what he would do when she stepped into the stable. Anya paused by the doorway. It was much darker inside than out, and she was forced to allow her eyes to adjust. When they had done so, Anya caught sight of him down at the far end of the ...
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