Western Sex Stories Novels & Stories

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

My pussy clenched around him in rhythmic waves, milking him, and he followed moments later. His release filled the condom as he drove into me one final time, his body shuddering against mine, his breath stopping, then returning in ragged gasps. We stayed there, tangled, breathing. His forehead pressed against my neck. My fingers traced the scar along his ribs. "How'd you get this?" I asked. "Fell off a wall when I was seventeen." "Were you running from someone?" "Running toward someone." He lifted his head. "Bad habit. Getting worse."

With one rough shove, he pushed me out into the cold night air. The heavy door slammed shut behind me.The cold breeze hit my naked body like ice. My nipples hardened instantly. Goosebumps erupted across my skin. I tried to cover my breasts and pussy with my hands, but it was useless. I was completely exposed. And the pack was everywhere.All around me, wolves were lost in raw, animalistic pleasure. A woman was bent over a barrel, screaming in ecstasy as two males fucked her pussy and ass at the same time. Another group had a male pinned down, taking turns riding his cock while others sucked his nipples and fed him their pussies. Cum dripped from bodies. Moans and wet slapping sounds filled th

The two of them naked and cuddled together, their bodies close and warm while the cool night air stirred their hair around their faces, and the distant howl of the coyotes made music to the moon. Stop it, Emma Louise, she mentally told herself in her mother's voice. That was the last thing she needed, to start thinking about the cowboy. But how could she not, with him right there in front of her? She had to get her mind off him. Carefully, not wanting to wake Mrs. Avery, she rummaged in her valise for the copy of Harper's Bazaar she'd brought. She knew that frontier women coveted the eastern periodicals, which were sometimes their only way of keeping up on current fashions. That was why so m

I then noticed a comment in the comment section. "In the original story, Waylon's insistence on marrying Zoe led to a fallout with his parents. Zoe eventually drove the Sorenson family into bankruptcy, causing his parents to age decades in one night and commit suicide by jumping from a building. Their current situation just makes me want to burst into tears."

They wanted it big. She loved the idea. A big wedding was always her dream since childhood. She told Dominic about her wedding scrapbook she made when she was younger and Dominic promised to bring that to life. He was the sweetest man ever. She couldn’t hurt him like that. She had to tell him about the night she had with Jax a few years ago. But she was scared…scared he’ll leave her. Everything had just started going smoothly in her life. She didn’t want to ruin it with something like that.

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.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

"It's immediate death if any tries to cross the border" "Oh" Iris's tattoo got a third line added to her tattoo but the third line crossed the two lines she had before. "You have exactly the type of tattoo my mum has," Willow whispered to Iris. "Really?" "Yeah" Willow nodded. "Well, she was married to a werewolf and probably lived here before. Has she ever told you the story of her love and marriage?" Iris asked. "No. But I think that would probably be a great conversation" Willow smiled. "You see?" Iris waggled her eyebrows.