Backdoor Cowgirls: Rimming the Range
Book Details
Author(s)Lily Smith
ISBN / ASINB008V4R3NE
ISBN-13978B008V4R3N7
Sales Rank679,509
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
The young and feisty Maya is one sexy (but desperate!) desperado. Jobless, she answers an ad for a rancher's helper thinking a good, hard day's work will feed her. When she meets the Boss, he lays down the law: no screwing the help. No rimming the range. Only the kinky male (and female!) "help" can't help but throw a rope around her to do their lusty bidding! Soon the backdoor lovers start to stack up and it becomes hard as nails to keep track of who screwed who!
This 12,000 word western bdsm erotic romance contains scenes of rimming and hot lesbian sex involving barely legal teens and a taboo affair with a cowboy. A no-holes barred lesbian bonanza!
Excerpt:
Chapter 2: The Barn
Maya awoke to a slightly damp pillow. It'd been unbearably humid in her room overnight and, oddly enough, had seemed as cool as an underground cave just several hours before. She couldn't fathom why Marc's obsessive cookie-baking project had to have such dire side effects. Great smell, great taste, lousy for her supple skin.
She bounced up from the bed wiping away the sweat and slipped into her tight jeans with the loosest shirt she had. Something the wind could blow around. She opened her bedroom door and like the day before, the smell of Macadamia nuts assailed her nose. Outside, she walked towards the barn where the stable horses were kept, trying to remember her list of things Marc had told her to do.
Two spotty horses gawked at her and gulped the air with their runny nostrils, trying to capture any scent of her. Who was this new gal? On the opposite side stood Luke who, without a shirt, was just as she imagined: Herculean, with bits of straw clinging to his hairless back.
She tiptoed closer, as quiet as a church mouse, and watched him jam his pitchfork into the hay and fling it across the barn like a train engineer shoveling coal into the fire. Gods, she thought. The man was a shoo-in for angel service if he ever wanted it. Feathery jet black hair, cheeks to die for, and the guy seemed to glow when he worked. Even now, as she rubbed her eyes, she thought she saw a halo around the guy.
An addicting guy, that much was certain. A voyeur's wet dream. She stood motionless, watching the muscles in his back ripple and flow down his spine as he worked, and worked he did. Happy about it, too, she heard him whistle as the breath coming out his lungs grew intoxicating, so intoxicating it unearthed a memory of her last employer's right hand: Jake. Similarly, she'd spied him in the stable, working those back muscles raw and grew fascinated at how the sunlight bent and moved like music up his back the same way light moved along the river's edge, ebbing and flowing. He'd caught her spying him as he took a leak. They laughed. They talked, kissed, undressed and he threw her soaked body onto a chestnut horse. A horse!
She'd allowed Jake the moment as she recalled, legs splayed in the air and after all was said and spilled she realized with all the pumping her man gave her (and lordy could the man rim a girl!), the horse hadn't kicked or neighed once when the going got rough (the way she liked). An oddity, it was as though Jake's stallion had a hundred gals thrown onto his back and was used to playing a stage prop. And hear she was again, staring (gawking really) at the light making music along the muscles up his back. Her stomach growled.
"What an absolutely fine ass he has. I bet it tastes like..."
Word count: 12,000
An erotica adult western featuring lesbian and cowboy affairs with a dash of domination and submission.
This 12,000 word western bdsm erotic romance contains scenes of rimming and hot lesbian sex involving barely legal teens and a taboo affair with a cowboy. A no-holes barred lesbian bonanza!
Excerpt:
Chapter 2: The Barn
Maya awoke to a slightly damp pillow. It'd been unbearably humid in her room overnight and, oddly enough, had seemed as cool as an underground cave just several hours before. She couldn't fathom why Marc's obsessive cookie-baking project had to have such dire side effects. Great smell, great taste, lousy for her supple skin.
She bounced up from the bed wiping away the sweat and slipped into her tight jeans with the loosest shirt she had. Something the wind could blow around. She opened her bedroom door and like the day before, the smell of Macadamia nuts assailed her nose. Outside, she walked towards the barn where the stable horses were kept, trying to remember her list of things Marc had told her to do.
Two spotty horses gawked at her and gulped the air with their runny nostrils, trying to capture any scent of her. Who was this new gal? On the opposite side stood Luke who, without a shirt, was just as she imagined: Herculean, with bits of straw clinging to his hairless back.
She tiptoed closer, as quiet as a church mouse, and watched him jam his pitchfork into the hay and fling it across the barn like a train engineer shoveling coal into the fire. Gods, she thought. The man was a shoo-in for angel service if he ever wanted it. Feathery jet black hair, cheeks to die for, and the guy seemed to glow when he worked. Even now, as she rubbed her eyes, she thought she saw a halo around the guy.
An addicting guy, that much was certain. A voyeur's wet dream. She stood motionless, watching the muscles in his back ripple and flow down his spine as he worked, and worked he did. Happy about it, too, she heard him whistle as the breath coming out his lungs grew intoxicating, so intoxicating it unearthed a memory of her last employer's right hand: Jake. Similarly, she'd spied him in the stable, working those back muscles raw and grew fascinated at how the sunlight bent and moved like music up his back the same way light moved along the river's edge, ebbing and flowing. He'd caught her spying him as he took a leak. They laughed. They talked, kissed, undressed and he threw her soaked body onto a chestnut horse. A horse!
She'd allowed Jake the moment as she recalled, legs splayed in the air and after all was said and spilled she realized with all the pumping her man gave her (and lordy could the man rim a girl!), the horse hadn't kicked or neighed once when the going got rough (the way she liked). An oddity, it was as though Jake's stallion had a hundred gals thrown onto his back and was used to playing a stage prop. And hear she was again, staring (gawking really) at the light making music along the muscles up his back. Her stomach growled.
"What an absolutely fine ass he has. I bet it tastes like..."
Word count: 12,000
An erotica adult western featuring lesbian and cowboy affairs with a dash of domination and submission.
