1. Cowgirl's Real Story


    Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: True Story, Author: iqtpy, Rating: 36.8, Source: sexstories.com

    In rodeo, dangerous loses… Reckless Kills… I am Lizzy As a child I saw Tarzan almost naked. Cinderella arrived home alone after midnight. Aladdin was a thief, Batman drove over two hundred miles an hour. Snow White lived with seven men. Shaggy and Scooby were mystery solving hippies that had the munchies. Auntie Em, Hate you! Hate Kansas! Taking the damn dog, Lizzy. And so my life begins… Traveling on the road of a thousand miles that started with a broken fan belt and a flat-tire got me to thinking. Why in the fuck do I do this! I am depriving some poor village of its idiot! Rodeo, it’s my job. I thought I wanted a career, turns out I just wanted a paycheck. Good thing I’m not on salary! It only took one knock out to give me an early onset of stupid. I don’t fall off bulls? I climb down. I like to see how close I can get to wild Woodland animals because it makes me feel like a Disney Princess… The pay is only fair. Sleep is at a minimum. A Swiss Army Knife is my best friend. If you are what you eat, my cowboy friends are cheap, fast and easy. The way they like their sex. When I eat out, I order a number seven if it’s on the menu. “A Prick and a Stick, please.” They usually run out of those pretty quickly. I have to order a Flint. (I will fill you in later) I will be taking home left overs. I like my sex hot, my beer cold and my enemies buried. Rodeo is also a time to catch up with old friends. Luke is easy on the eyes. The son every mother wishes for. A tall a drink of ...
    yummy for me. Ryan gives Adonis a run for his money. His wicked charcoalish eyes could spark up embers in the prudish of women. Cody, Jesus Christ! Out of a hundred thousand sperm he had to be the fastest! “I rodeo because I want to do someone for nothing and something for no one.” I spend a lot of time by myself, I put fifty thousand miles or more on my truck every year. I do have traveling partners, a western saddle, a bull rope, a bronc saddle, and three lariats. While driving, my mind jumps from present to past, sometimes in rapid succession. I think about how I did at the last rodeo and what I could to improve my skills for the next rodeo. “Put more rosin on my ass! Stick it to win it Lizzy!” I think about the last time, when I saw my cowboy friends. I do talk to myself and I answer myself. I don’t like imaginary friends. I get asked “When do you find the time to travel to other places?” I have not been to Amsterdam yet. I hear you can go into a coffee house and order a coffee and a dubie to go and how about an eighteen pack of those doughnuts also... I travel. I have been to a lot of countries, Ireland, Scotland, Sweden, Canada, one shot at a time… My first rodeo competition was Mutton busting. It is like bull riding, you hold on for dear life only with sheep. I won five dollars, a bag of candy corn to share with my friends and a blue ribbon. They are not my friends anymore they are my competitors! I tossed the bag candy over my shoulder. I walked away with my five dollars ...
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