He had a scent to him, a rugged, manly scent of sweat and cigars. It was a scent I wasn’t yet acquainted with, a scent that made my legs weaken slightly, my inner thighs dampen, and my heart beat a little faster.

I would see him again that night, as I passed by his room, knocking, blushing shyly as he answered the door with no shirt on, beads of sweat glazing down his ripened curves. I knew then that I needed to feel his body, to feast upon his flesh and have him take me hard and rough, break me like one of his prized mares.

I love it when a man can just sense what’s going on in my mind, just know what my thoughts are and he was just perfect in reading my thoughts. Stepping into his room, he immediately shut the door, the bolt locking, the curtains closing; we both knew what was going to happen from that moment on.

In mere moments, my dress fell away, discarded to the side, undergarments torn to shreds, naked as the day I was born into the world.

“Mm I love me some fire bush,” he grunted, walking up to me as I felt his naked body zeroing in on me from behind. His rough fingers stroked the sides of my face as I kept as slack as possible, letting him turn my head from side-to-side before placing his hand firmly around my neck, chocking me slightly as he gazed into my eyes, allowing me to gaze into his alluring blue orbs.

“Like redheads do you mister…,” I exhale deeply with a slight squeak, my body blazing to his every touch.

“Like me some Irish pussy, I find it the tightest, at least down in Dodge” he scuffed low and deep, “Most women can’t handle a feller like me and my God given gift,” he added before slamming the front of my sweat-glazed body against the big window facing outward. The hot seeded light shining down upon me from the sweltering sun as I heard people walking through the corridors just behind the locked door. Unaware, oblivious, ignorant to the sexual perversions played out just beyond their sight.