Hunter's Return
You precede me up the stairs to the bedrooms I keep for rent above
the saloon, and I can tell from the sag in your shoulders and the
unusual lack of spring in your step that you have *really* been
ridin' hard and steady for a long time. The curve of your fine ass
in those dark brown rawhide trousers--dusty, worn, fragrant--
reminds me of past pleasures and my need to renew them. I'm more
concerned right now, however about taking care of your trail
fatigue and enjoying one solid night of quiet old-buddy lovemaking.
I know that tomorrow your animal spirits will be back and there'll
be hell to pay with complete, continual uproar, but tonight is
ours.
When we reach the head of the stairs, I gesture to the big room at
the end of the hall, through which you can see my sturdy four-
poster. When we enter, you look around and give a ti...
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