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  MY ANAL COWBOYTASHA TEMPLE

  Published by Makai Publishing

  Copyright © 2012 by Tasha Temple

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  My Anal Cowboy

  Lily lives on a ranch with her wealthy and handsome husband, Ted. Her life is idyllic and their sex life is good. Except for the fact Ted keeps pressing her to have anal sex. Ted thinks she would like it but Lily can’t get over the idea it would be unpleasant and vulgar.

  When Ted leaves for a week on business, a handsome stranger in a cowboy hat and tight jeans appears at the farmhouse steps. Johnny tells Lily he was hired to install a custom gate at the ranch and it will take him all week to do it. Johnny works shirtless in the sun and sleeps in a bunkhouse just outside Lily’s bedroom. Lily watches from the farmhouse window by day and by night fantasizes about the perfectly-built cowboy.

  At the end of the week when Johnny finishes his work, he knocks on the door to the farmhouse. Lily wonders what he could possibly want now?

  This short, sizzling-hot romantic encounter will leave you breathless and wanting more.

  Approximately 8000 words

  My Anal Cowboy

  “Ted, stop!” Lily complained.

  “Oh come on, Lily,” Ted urged, humping her from behind. We’ve been married for six years. You gotta let me fuck you in the ass sometime.”

  “Ugh. Why do you talk that way? You know I don’t like it when you use language like that,” she said with horror.

  Lily pulled away from her husband and rolled over, drawing the sheets closely around her. A warm breeze blew softly through the open second story window. She watched the white lace curtains fluttering in the shadows cast by the pale moon.

  She had been swept off her feet by Ted when she was just out of college. He was older than she, sophisticated, charming and from a wealthy family. They had moved to a ranch where Ted commuted to his firm from time to time and Lily rode horses and coordinated the renovation of their old farmhouse. He treated her well and she loved her life with him. Except for sex. Generally it was fine. But even though he had money and went to a fancy school he used crass words like “fuck” and he often wanted to have anal sex with her. Yuck. He usually didn’t push too often for anything out of the ordinary but he’d mentioned having this type of sex several times in the last month alone. The thought of him – of anything untoward – in there made her very uncomfortable.

  She’d let him try once. He’d gotten partially in and it felt horrible, like she was having a bowel movement right then and there in bed. It was repulsive and painful and she’d yelled at him to stop. Ted had waited months before asking her again and every time he did she turned him down. Why he still persisted she would never understand.

  “Lily,” he said rubbing up against her through the sheets. “Come on. Just try it one more time.”

  Exasperated she turned back over, reached down and tugged up the blankets, gathering all the bedsheets in a bundle and clutching them to her chest.

  “Stop it, Ted! Just stop asking me. This isn’t a normal part of sex. People don’t do this – they are meant to. It’s just … just disgusting, that’s what it is! Ugh.” She gave a harummph and rolled over again.

  Ted studied her outline from behind. He could see the curve of her ass under the covers, just inviting him in. It was enough to drive him wild. Lily was beautiful, curly blond hair that fell to her shoulders, green eyes, just plump enough in all the right places and sweet. A perfect companion except for her lack of imagination when it came to sex.

  “Ok, Lily darling. You win,” he said reaching over and lifting her hair away from her neck. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder.

  She shrugged him off and scooted farther away.

  “You know I’m leaving tomorrow and won’t be back for a whole week,” Ted reminded her.

  “I know,” she said, pushing her head deeper into the pillows.

  “We can do other things tonight,” he said lamely. “Just regular sex. I promise, dear.”

  “Good night, Ted. I’m tired. I just want to go to sleep.”

  Ted sighed and rolled to his back, staring up at the ceiling. He knew what that meant. When he pushed Lily too far, she simply shut down and no amount of seducing or cajoling could turn her back on. Oh well. He had no intention of cheating on her. He loved her and she really was a wonderful wife. Now if only he could fall asleep with the huge erection he had. He shifted awkwardly, trying to find a decent position. He glanced over at the shape of her round buttocks under the blankets again. He sighed. He was just torturing himself. Maybe one day he’d figure out something and she’d be more receptive.

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  Lily waved at Ted through the open, airy window in the country kitchen as he drove away in his Lexus the next morning. Ted had tried to get her to have sex again before he left but she just hadn’t been in the mood after last night. She still couldn’t get the vision of having that kind of sex out of her mind.

  Lily sighed. She had a week alone now, not that she minded as she had plenty to do, books to read, maybe even some riding to do. Their ranch was isolated but also peaceful and beautiful. She would miss Ted but it would be a productive time.

  She put away the last of the breakfast dishes and glanced out the window again, squinting. A small speck of dust appeared in the distance. She watched it grow larger before she realized it must be a car coming down the long drive that led to the ranch. Ted must have forgotten something and was returning for it. She wiped her hands on a blue and white checkered towel and went to greet him.

  Lily left the white-painted front door ajar, pushed open the screen door and stepped onto the covered porch. Whoever was making the cloud of dust was driving fast. Ted never drove that fast. It must be something very urgent. She stared in astonishment as a full-size pickup with an open bed pulled up near the house and rattled to a stop, its tires skidding in the dirt, dust settling around it. It was an older model truck, faded red and slightly rusted.

  After a few moments the driver door opened and a tall well-built man wearing blue jeans, boots and a plaid shirt stepped out unhurriedly. The man reached in the cab, retrieved a black cowboy hat from the front seat, and swung the door shut effortlessly behind him. He slowly settled the hat on his head as he surveyed the ranch. His eyes fell on Lily as his gaze drifted over the house and he began walking toward the porch where she stood.

  Her heart began to pound in her chest as he approached. Who was this? They had help on the ranch – there were often other hands around – but she had never seen this man before. She didn’t think he was an intruder, at least not in the middle of the morning, but Ted hadn’t mentioned anything about another worker on the property. Even so anyone looking for work always saw Carlos first, the ranch boss, who lived at the other end of the property. But this stranger was coming right up to the main house. Maybe he wasn’t here for work?

  Lily took a deep breath, wiped her palms on her knee-length skirt and took the three steps down from the porch to the front walkway. Whoever it was she didn’t want him coming right up to the door.

  “Hello, ma’am,” the stranger said as he neared, removing his hat and holding it to his chest. He looked at her with bright brown eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischievousness. He hitched his other hand in his wide black belt as he stood easily on the front walk.

  His hair was brown and slightly wavy, his face tan, young and handsome. His shoulders were strapping, strong and wide. He wore a red button-down shirt, jeans and black leather cowboy boots. She glimpsed his sculpted chest through the flaps of his shirt, loosely unbuttoned to his sternum. The outline of his thighs was visible through his tight jeans and at
his crotch – the bulge was huge, just huge. Lily quickly averted her eyes, flushing deeply. God he looked like something that just stepped out of the pages of a magazine.

  She started to say something but her throat felt tight and all that came out was a squeak. Embarrassed she cleared it, her gaze shifting nervously between his eyes and his sensuous mouth.

  “Is there – is there something I can help you with?” she asked, trying to keep her eyes steady and her voice from wavering.

  “Would you be Mrs. Stranton?” he said with a pleasant drawl.

  Lily felt her knees weaken at his voice. She grabbed onto the porch railing to steady herself, trying to make it look as if she was merely resting her hand on the banister.

  “Yes. I am,” she answered. Her voice sounded ridiculously high as if it didn’t even belong to her.

  “Well ma’am,” he said. “My name’s Johnny. Johnny Thames. I’m from Sagehollow. Up past Three Corners? Your husband asked me to come out and put up the gate for your new riding corral.”

  Lily looked at him, stunned. Ted had told her was having a special entrance designed for the small paddock next to the house but hadn’t mentioned that it was ready to be installed. Or that anyone would show up on the property to do the work this week. Maybe he had meant it to be a surprise? It was definitely that.

  “I’m afraid, Mr. Thames,” Lily said hesitantly, still gripping the railing, “that our foreman, Carlos Rivera, oversees all work on the ranch for us. You’d need to see him first.”

  Johnny smiled, a wide charming grin which took Lily’s breath away. His teeth gleamed white, his lips looked soft and full, the slight stubble on his chin glinted in the sun. Her heart beat a little faster.

  “No need to worry ‘bout that, ma’am,” he said. “I’ve already been done hired. Signed all the paperwork with Mr. Stranton in town last month. My work’s rather … personal and I do all of it myself. Got most of the equipment I need in my truck,” he said, inclining his head toward the bed of the dusty pickup.

  She stared at him.

  “I’m temporary, Mrs. Stranton,” he assured her. “I’ll have the metalwork up in a week an’ be on my way. It’s my specialty and I work hard and fast.”

  Lily swallowed, her mouth dry, feeling faint at the thought this man was going to be around for the next week, all while Ted was away. She tried to quiet the swarm of butterflies fluttering in her belly.

  “All right, Mr. Thames,” Lily said weakly. “Carlos can see you to your lodging.” She let go of the railing and looked down the driveway beyond his truck, raising her hand to point. “He lives down there about a half mile –”

  “Oh I don’t need to see him,” Johnny interrupted. “Mr. Stranton told me I’d find a bunkhouse nearer to the corral. It’ll be easier for me to be closer to my work.”

  He stretched his shoulders, rolling his neck, the morning light filtering through his russet hair. His boots scuffed the ground as he shifted position. Lily’s eyes fluttered, suddenly very aware of a tight, sweet sensation growing between her legs like an unexpected flurry of sparks. She clamped her thighs together beneath her skirt, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

  “But that’s, that’s – right by the house,” she said, her voice strangled, glancing over at the unused lean-to within a stone’s throw from the upstairs bedroom window. Her bedroom.

  Johnny followed her gaze.

  “That’ll be perfect, ma’am,” he said pleasantly. “I’m not picky when it comes to places to sleep. I’ve even brought my own meal fixin’s with me. You won’t have to worry about a thing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get straightaway to work.”

  He nodded, replaced his hat and grinned at her.

  Lily felt dizzy again.

  “So nice to have met you, Mrs. Stranton.”

  She stammered something in return, watching helplessly as the cowboy walked back to his truck, got in and drove a few hundred yards down to where Ted had talked about putting in the gate design for the enclosure.

  She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, turning to go back into the house. She held tightly to the railing as she took the few steps to the porch. For the rest of the morning Lily could barely remember what she had planned to do. She found herself frequently glancing out of the front windows watching Johnny working industriously at the fencing site. He worked fast, just as he had promised.

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  Around noon, Lily glanced out the window again. Johnny stood by his truck, wiping the sweat from his brow. As she watched, he removed his shirt and tossed it into the open window of his cab. His chest gleamed in the sun, a dazzling sheen of perspiration over his hard, rippling muscles. She watched him return to his work, his muscular back flexing with his efforts. Lily sighed. She would never get any work done if she kept watching Johnny. She resolved not to look out the windows anymore.

  That night as she lay in bed alone under her ruffled white and pink comforter, she let her hands glide up under her sheer yellow nightgown, feeling her body, touching her breasts, stroking and massaging her most private areas. She rarely stimulated herself when Ted was gone but couldn’t help the sexual feelings she had tonight. She imagined Ted in bed next to her, his familiar body, his comforting scent, his hands gently moving over her body and then … suddenly … they were Johnny’s hands, hard and roughened, roaming over her skin leaving traces of fire, his lips on her lips, his hard body against hers, his palms drifting lower to rub at her ass, squeeze her buttocks, slide his finger along the crack between them, probing, searching until he found her tight little opening and then ….

  She gasped at the naughtiness of the thought and the fact she wasn’t thinking of her husband, even as her own hands rubbed furiously at her little bud. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying desperately to stop the momentum of the gathering wave but it was too late, she was riding the swell, gusting to the crest, until with a cry she pitched over, plunging forward into a sea of bliss, the world fading out momentarily. She shuddered for a few long moments, her breasts rising and falling with exertion, breathing deeply, before a stab of panic abruptly struck her. Lily realized her window was open and Johnny was sleeping just down below in the bunkhouse. He couldn’t have heard her cry of release, could he? And if he did, would he know what she had just done? She pulled her nightgown down around her hips and buried her head in the pillows with shame, trying hard not to think about anything sexual, finally forcing herself to sleep.

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  The rest of the week passed in much the same way. Lily snuck furtive glances from all windows of the house and brought herself to climax every night thinking of Johnny and forbidden pleasures. By the end of the week, she had given up trying to be quiet and let herself moan with contentment as she experienced her little fantasies and continually threw herself over the edge.

  Now it was Friday. Ted would be home this evening. And Johnny … Johnny was almost finished with the project and would thankfully be gone and tempt her no more. Lily finished dusting the dressing table in her bedroom and straightened the photographs as she glanced over at the antique timepiece her grandmother had given her. It was two o’clock in the afternoon. She shot a quick look out the window and involuntarily sucked in her breath. Johnny was working without a shirt again, flexing and bending, nearly finished hanging the sign over the gate. It read TLS in fancy metal-sculpted script, which stood for Ted and Lily Stranton. It really was a beautiful piece of work.

  Lily edged closer until she stood next to the pane and surreptitiously slipped her hand under the waistband of her peach skirt. Her breath came in short gasps as she began touching herself, working herself into more of a frenzy at the magnificent specimen of a man laboring over such a masterful project.

  Johnny suddenly straightened and raised his eyes to the house. It seemed to Lily he looked directly at the window where she was standing. Horrified she snatched her hand out of her skirt and scrambled ungracefully behind the sheer lace curtains, her back to the wa
ll. Her pulse raced in her throat, her breath coming in short gasps. Had Johnny seen her watching him? Did he know what she had been doing? She told herself to calm down, trying to will away the need that simmered between her thighs.

  The minutes crawled slowly by on the antique clock while Lily regained her composure. After at least five minutes had passed, she cautiously pulled back the gauzy fabric with one hand and peered outside. Johnny was gone. She scanned the pasture, the road, the driveway. Nothing. Confused, she moved forward and pressed her face up against the screen, looking down at the vacant bunkhouse. His truck looked empty – he didn’t appear to be eating lunch or taking a break.

  Abruptly a knock came from downstairs. She jumped. Someone was at the farmhouse door. Lily desperately looked outside again. The postman? A neighbor? Carlos? No, there were no cars other than Johnny’s truck in the driveway. Her palms felt sweaty and her face flushed. Surely it couldn’t be …. The knock sounded again, polite but insistent. Trembling, she went downstairs.

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  Gathering her courage, Lily pressed down on the latch and opened the front door. Johnny leaned against the frame holding the screen open with one hand, grinning at Lily’s dumbfounded expression. He held his hat loosely in one hand but hadn’t replaced his shirt. She had skittered by him during the past few days but this was the nearest she had actually been to him. He seemed to tower over her. She thought he must easily be over six feet tall, even without his boots. His bare torso was tanned a perfect light bronze and his pectorals and eight-pack looked as if they had been chiseled by a master of art. His shoulders and arms were strong, sinewy, muscled. He shook his head slightly and small glistening beads of moisture flew from his brown curls, scattering across the threshold and landing on the polished hardwood.

  “I’m sorry to bother you Mrs. Stranton –”

  “Lily,” she said almost inaudibly. “You can call me … Lily.”

  He regarded her for a moment and then straightened, pushing away from the doorframe. His eyes seemed to smolder into hers as if little embers of desire flickered in their depths. She wondered whether she imagined it.