Cowgirl Novels & Stories

Victoria shook her head. Cowboys were fine with wrestling bulls and heifers down, hit them with brands and all that tough cowpoke stuff but they were too scared to lasso a woman? Sheesh. She tiptoed forward and she could hear that familiar snore from her sister. She put the rope over her own arm and then tapped her watch, so it would light up. Breen stood a couple of feet away, looking nervous.

“I’ve had enough army without having to watch them.” “Ooh, we can watch a cowboy romance,” she said, and Asher laughed. “Is that a thing?” Emerson grinned. “It’s a big thing. Romantic cowboys are every woman’s fantasy.” “Why?” Asher asked, with a frown. “It’s the whole thing of men wearing cowboy hats, working with horses, muscles forged from work and not a gym, good manners, and probably, or hopefully, a bit of a wild side. Women like to be dominated without feeling like she has no say. Cowboy books and movies give that to them,” she said.

My father never allowed it, causing an irrational fear of the large animal. Before I could say anything, Sarah rounded the corner with a brush. She looked like the definition of a gorgeous cowgirl with her brown hair braided into two French braids, riding pants, and a tight black rider’s top. Her tall black boots clicked on the cement floor as she approached us.

He whispers in my ear as he is nipping at it. Rock works my body like that until I’m falling apart in his arms. Then he moves us back even further and turns me around to straddle his lap. “Do you trust me, River?” Rock asks me, looking up into my eyes. And at that moment, I know the answer is yes. “Yes,” I whisper. “Good.” Rock says then undoes my jeans, then pulls them down past my hips and undoes his jeans and pulls his shaft out. “I want you to ride me, River. Can you do that for me?”

Yet, amidst the joyous ambiance, Alexandra couldn't shake her concern for her friend Alicia. As she watched the rugged cowboys and cowgirls exchanging stories and relishing in their shared triumph, Alexandra couldn't help but wonder how Alicia would fare in this unfamiliar world. Ranch life was undeniably demanding, and branding cattle was a quintessential part of it. Alexandra knew deep down that this was not Alicia's cup of tea; she was a city girl through and through. The thought of Alicia navigating the challenges of branding cattle seemed almost comical.

When they heard a small 'come in' , the woman opened the door and gestured Chloe inside. Her hands suddenly felt more sweaty than usual, should she go inside ? What was inside ? In fact the question should be who was inside? Who was the cowboy meeting? Maybe Chloe was taking too long , because the woman pushed her inside making her stumble into the room . " Oh ", Cowboy commanded attention immediately, as she straight into it , he had already turned around to look at the group of men three in number sitting in front of her . " This is the prize , it will interest you to know who we have here "

I have the urge to run to her seeing her like this wrapping one hand around her bare waist and the other around silky straight hair claiming her lips with mine. I sighed I don't have the right to it even in life again I guess, it is not mine anymore, sadly. And Rachel left, maybe to ladies, I take it as my move but for some reason, I stood there scanning the person Rachel is with, I mean he looks fine, dressed in casuals but the question is not looking the real question is he good enough for Rachel? And just as I was scanning him, a woman who looked very similar to Rachel alert from the back, in a red dress, walked towards him and hugged and kissed his lips.

"Not like this though. Whatever this is, this isn't the best way to meet." [1] Lady Godiva was the wife of the Duke of Mercia. According to legend, her husband levied oppressive taxes on the people of Coventry, causing them great suffering. Pitying the people, Lady Godiva begged her husband to remit the tolls. Her husband in turn told her that he would grant her request if she were to strip naked and ride on a horse through the streets of the town. Taking him at his word, she ordered the townspeople to stay indoors and shut their windows, and she rode on a horse through the town, naked and covered only in her long hair.

her sweet giggle, how could I ever be upset with her? “I’m not upset, I’m impressed, my little wolf is badass,” I chuckled. I watch as she walked to the creek, looking at her reflection to see how much she’s changed. Cobalt sniffs the air, something is going on, “Do you smell that?” Cobalt asked. “Yeah, her scent, strawberries, and peaches… Wait, lavender and honey, when she’s aroused, why would she be aroused all at once?” I asked Cobalt. “Wyatt, do you want to go for a swim? I’m burning up.” She mind linked.

The girls sang this song every chance they had. “I’m a COWGIRL... on a steel horse I ride...” they sang out, pulling onto the next turn, a long dirt road marked only with a wooden welcome sign Red River Cattle Company. The girls continued to sing their hearts out, windows down, not caring who heard, or who looked their way. Dani giggled as a few small groups of cowboys on horseback glanced towards the truck, talking aongst themslelves as Black Betty crawled past. Sam smied at them, pulling up to a long line of vehicles awaiting entrance to the rodeo grounds. They slowly pulled up to a line of trucks and trailers, waiting for entrance to what they could only as