Fantasy Cowboy Novels & Stories

Emma asked. "Yes. America. This place is called Little Texas because the owner of this place is from Texas. He had migrated over here years ago and with his experience at working as a cowboy in some ranch in Texas, he started one here." Zian said and Emma grinned. "Cowboy?? Like they show in movies and all. Wearing tattered jeans, long thick boots and hats??" Emma asked excitedly. "The very same." Zian said, smiling at her open excitement. "Oh my!! Do you have a cowboy dress Zi Zi? You will look totally hot as a cowboy." Emma said dreamily.

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

she suggested. He stood, reaching for his belt, and she began unbuttoning his shirt. Soon he was naked, standing in front of her like an expectant school boy. She reached down and took his cock in her hand. “You have a good dick, for a white guy,” she told him. “I want it inside me.”

Bonds of Destiny: A Contract with the Cowboy Synopsis: Jack Colt, one of the most respected ranchers in Texas, lives an apparently perfect life on his vast property. However, a growing dissatisfaction and the desire to have a family begin to haunt him. When Clayton, an old friend deep in debt, proposes that Jack marry his daughter Charlotte in exchange for clearing his debts, Jack finds himself facing a difficult decision. Charlotte, a young woman who has endured abuse and deprivation at the hands of her father, begins to find hope and security on Jack’s ranch.

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

There was a table with desert foods like chocolate cookies which were labeled cow pies, and they had used interesting toppers on the chocolate party cakes in the shape of horses, and cowboy hats and used green sprinkles on the cupcakes to look like the grass for cows. For the kids and young adults at heart, there were sports that were fun to participate these were biking or riding under supervision, there was a mechanical bull to ride for you and maybe your friends to stray for about eight seconds. There was the Dallas cowboys football inflatable game where the guests were testing their quarterback skills with their buddies. There was also a bungee football game that brought fun and laughter

Zephyra was glad for once, someone else was taking all the lusty looks from the men in the room. Though when she looked at the men, Zephyra was the one now giving the lusty looks. All three of them looked like they stepped right out of a Harlequin Romance. There was the Texan cowboy, complete with western-style boots and a Stetson hat. Next to him the badass military or cop persona. His light hair was cut short, and as he scanned the room, he silently threatened pain to anyone who dared to mess with him or his people.

"Oh, so now I'm arguing? If my body is fine enough to take your huge dick multiple times a day because the healer told us to, then I'm definitely fine enough to sit on a horse by myself." Cairo pauses, looking absolutely cute and funny. He's like a walking ad for a luxury ranch promotion. He's got on dark denim jeans that hug his thighs, a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, and leather boots that look cowboy. "That's completely different, baby. And you know it. When you're in bed with me, I'm the one controlling the weight. On a horse, if that animal bolts because a bird flies by, you're gonna tumble off the side and mess up your recovery. I'm riding with you on one horse so I can

He clicked his tongue, appreciating my body. While I started cooking, he leaned in and commented, "Yvonne, am I doing this right?" He reached out and grabbed the handle of the frying pan, his strong hand covering mine. At the same time, his other hand rested lightly on my waist, steadying me. I almost lost my balance, heat spreading across my body as I experienced my fantasy turning into reality. Even my ears felt like they were on fire. Antonio's proximity was overwhelming, and I could feel the intensity of his presence, a mix of boldness and unshakable confidence.

He was smaller than I expected. Taller than myself, than most non-monster classed folks, but no troll or orc in terms of stature. Not some mammoth of building musculature or height. He was built, could see it in the thickness of his thighs but less so in an augmented or gym rat way. More in the way of how a farmhand is or an old-timey strongman—compact and dense, not clean and cut. The Midnight Cowboy was dressed like an extra off of a Hollywood western, like the rival that came during sundown to shoot the hero. All creased dark leather and long dusters. The only spot of color on him was the faded crimson of a bandana around his throat.