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Woman Hunt: Erotic Western Tales

Jamie Boone

Published February 22nd 2013
Kindle Edition
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7600 words, print equivalent 30 pages. Erotic Western tales. Two sizzling stories of love and lust in the Old West. Warning: Adult language and scenes of explicit sex. Adults only, please! NOT FOR ANYONE OFFENDED BY ADULT SEXUALITY IN ALL ITS VARIATIONS. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.PLEASE NOTE: The belief of the Publisher is that human sexual lust in all its forms--heterosexual, gay, lesbian--is a natural consequence of a biological drive constructed by human evolution to protect the survival of the human species. The two most important evolved biological drives are the drive for food and the drive for sexual pleasure. Its a monumental irony that we celebrate one drive with TV food channels, cookbooks, and gourmet restaurants--and at the same time condemn the other drive for no reason that makes any sense. Erotic fiction appeals to different people for different reasons, but in all cases its probably healthier than stuffing ones gullet with excess food.AND THIS: Never mind what happens in fiction or fantasy--when its real with a new partner, make sure its always safe sex.FROM THE TEXT:Early evening on the second floor of the Oasis Saloon.A man on a bed with two saloon girls.Bud Murchison was only half drunk. He never liked to be totally drunk with a woman and with two women he liked to be close to sober.Hed won enough downstairs at faro to cushion him awhile. Until his next enterprise. The last one had put him on the run out of Arizona. He was determined that next time hed have more men with him. A gang. Best way to do a stage was with a gang. The driver sees only one or two men stopping him on the trail and the driver thinks he can handle them. So Murchison had had to kill the stage driver, had to shoot at the passengers because one of them thought he was a hero, killed the hero, killed a woman, wounded a small boy, a bloody mess in the desert for what turned out to be a few hundred dollars in the stage bank box.The two girls, all their clothes off, climbed onto the bed. One of them took Murchisons cock in her hand. He reached out to the other girl to take hold of one of her breasts and toy with the nipple.