Out today for all of you is my newest tale, Taken by Cowboys!
This is another tale in the vein of I Was Taken By Cavemen! A bit silly, but very raunchy. (Speaking of that Cavemen story–it’s going to be an audio title very soon, so be on the lookout for that!)
This is one of those stories that got much, MUCH dirtier and naughtier as I wrote it. Originally, the main character Laura was going to be a bit submissive, but she ends up being INCREDIBLY so, begging to be chained up and used by both these big cowboy studs. It’s lots of fun.
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If a tale of a submissive babe being able to let her inner-sub out sounds like fun to you, then check out “Taken by Cowboys!”
Here’s the official blurb:
Suddenly zapped back in time to a rustic Old West ranch, the buxom and curvaceous Laura finds herself cornered by two immensely hunky, strong cowboys who don’t take kindly to “no” for an answer. Her entire identity as a strong, independent woman is challenged by these hyper-masculine studs who only know one proper place for a woman—on her knees. It would be a nightmare come true…except that Laura, free from society’s prying eyes, finds herself loving every second of it.
For mature audiences only—this erotica short (~7000 words) features a busty babe getting much more than she bargained for from two cowboy hunks who have never heard of protection!
Of course, this was in stark contrast to how getting taken and forced by Karl was the living embodiment of every fantasy she had ever held. Whenever she masturbated in her bed at home, always it was envisioning something like what had happened earlier—being taken and cornered, alone, no escape, no choice but to give in and be used and abused like a complete fuckdoll…
Her hand drifted across the bed, somewhat hoping to rouse Karl again.
But no! No! She had to get away. Get back to the portal. Get in her own time. Stop acting like such a complete slut. That was the proper thing to do.
So, slipping up out of the bed, still covered partially in Karl’s expanse of cum, she intended to slip away.
But it was to no avail, so far. Karl was a light sleeper, and rose with her.
“Make me some breakfast,” he commanded, smacking her on the ass.
She stood still, her body overwhelmed with the heady lust that hearing his masculine command gave her. He must have thought she was hesitating, because he struck her ass again.
“Go on,” he said. “Know your place, girl. Make me some breakfast.”
She slipped on the clothes he had available for her—a sort of raggedy old blue dress that looked like it had been abandoned after a night of passionate fucking. It clung to Laura’s generous curves, showing off her cleavage and her legs, both. Her own clothes had been torn apart by Karl, of course. Just like all of Laura’s will…