My Cowboy Novels & Stories

I paid the driver and gave him a generous tip for the trouble before stepping out of his car. The night felt expectedly cold and if this was a normal night then I’d be shivering to my death. I turned around just after the taxi left to see a huge sign. “Cowboy’s Town,” The sign said, designed with a cowboy silhouette, and from the looks of its façade, the theme inside seems to be honky-tonk. I took a heavy sigh and with a pained heart, I staggered inside.

the teenager pointed to their wide land. She nodded and looked at the young man. "Nice, I'm Terrence Mikael Saavedra," he introduced himself and extended his palm for a handshake. She reluctantly accepted it and when their skin touched, she felt a happiness she couldn't explain. "By the way, this is Leo," he pointed to the white horse where the two of them rode a while ago. She smiled and so did he. That made her realize how handsome the young man is. Ever since that day, she has always been secretly waiting for Leo to pass by on the road to see the handsome Terrence Mikael Saavedra.

I look up from my drink and see the cowboy grinning at me. “Hey,” he starts. “Did it hurt?” “Excuse me?” I ask and take a sip of my drink. “Did it hurt?” he repeats. “When you fell from Heaven?” I blink once. Twice. He’s trying to be ironic, right? Carefully setting the drink down on the bar top, I realize he’s serious. “Not at all,” I answer. “Because I clawed my way out of the bowels of Hell.” “Hah. Good one. I haven’t heard that before.”

He had to admit this place wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He let his gaze wander around the shop, taking in things he hadn't really noticed yesterday. The artwork on the walls, for instance. Yesterday, they had been blurs of color. Today, he realized they were great examples of contemporary Western art. The style was very distinctive and arresting. Someone had lovingly painted a magnificent stallion, a small herd of horses galloping across a pasture, a tired cowboy at the end of a long day, and other similar scenes. Whoever this was might have come from Montana like he had, because the essence of the cowboy had been captured perfectly.

a 34D wet dream! Each time I slammed her cervix, it elicited more lusty moans and I grinned, "You like that, cowgirl? Is this how you wanna be fucked by your cowboy?" "Yeah...yeah...yes, fuck me hard, cowboy...I wanna be cowboy-fucked...fucked hard!"

Arson 'Who is the cowboy? Why is he calling our girl's name?' He shouldn't be. Everyone here knows exactly who we are without knowing exactly what we are capable of. Regardless we are respected and we are feared. So who would dare be so friendly with the one girl who belongs to us? 'Or should I say we belong to her? ' I never would have expected the meek little girl would become this fiery goddess of a woman that would grab my dick with livid steel-blue eyes full of determination.

the cowboy jokes. A joke Adira didn't understand nor did she find it funny.” Excuse me!” She narrows her eyes at the tall man before her. “What is going on here?” A familiar voice speaks behind the cowboy, and Adira goes still. Her heart begins to pound loudly in her ears. Every words she had practiced over the night took flight, leaving her brain empty. “Boss,” the ranch hand turns to greet the tall brunette behind him, but her attention was no longer on him, but arrested on the blonde behind him.

Every so often, the sharp crack of his bullwhip would resound through the air, a stern reminder for the cattle to stay in formation. Alexandra watched him, admiration swelling within her. His cowboy gear fit him perfectly, enhancing his ruggedly handsome features. His hat sat comfortably on his head, casting a shadow over his intense eyes. His work boots were worn and weathered, much like the man himself, bearing the marks of countless days under the sun. She admired him not just for his good looks, but for his dedication and work ethic. He handled the cattle with a calm assurance, his every move revealing years of experience. He was a man in his element, a cowboy through and through.

the bartender said happily. “Unavailable?!!” The wolves in the bar chorused unhappily. “Look…ya gentlemen must be mistaken or ya must’ve misunderstood something,” the cowboy said as he got up on his feet. “When I drink at this bar, I only drink whisky. Do yourselves a favor and return the bottle before leaving.” The cowboy returned to his seat like nothing had happened. “I don’t have time for this. The rain isn’t as heavy as before. Let’s head out, Ghen,” I ordered.

He’s very muscular and drool worthy. “Oh, my bad I'm a little buzzed here cowboy,” Kim laughed. “How do you know my name have we met before?” Cowboy asked. “Ah no I just call guys who wear cowboy hats, cowboy, when I don't know their name.” Kim replied. “Well lucky guess. My name is Cowboy, and this here is my friend Smokey,” Cowboy introduced. “Where's the bandit?” Raine asked laughing. “Ha ha good one, like I haven’t heard that before,” Smokey fake laughed.