Friends from the classes that filled stultifying hours of each college term were exploring galleries and sipping cocktails while what was on offer on Uncle Bill’s Wyoming ranch was dust, tumbleweed and lustful glances at the lean cowpoke who broke wild colts. Asking elicited Uncle’s slow drawl, “ … if wishes were horses, beggars might ride". No harm in asking though. Hell, begging might work. Leaning on the corral he heard tinkling spurs announce the ranch-hand who’d been mulling the question. The cowboy murmured in the lovelorn college boy’s ear, pressing his hardness against him. “Careful what you wish for”.
Peter looked at the beautiful woman that lay naked on his bed. Poring over her body like a searchlight, his eyes explored her luxurious curves.
Long blonde hair fanned across the statin pillow like a heavenly halo. Large rounded breasts sat high and pert. Long legs extended from a slim waist and perfect butt.
Peter leapt upon the bed looking at her beautiful features, the full pouting lips and baby blue eyes. Peter gazed into those eyes that looked up with a lifeless stare.
Peter’s only wish was that she was a real woman and not just a sex doll.
Great prompt. Perfect. I will pick up the temptation and run with it. Loving your twist in the tale.
If Wishes Were Horses
Friends from the classes that filled stultifying hours of each college term were exploring galleries and sipping cocktails while what was on offer on Uncle Bill’s Wyoming ranch was dust, tumbleweed and lustful glances at the lean cowpoke who broke wild colts. Asking elicited Uncle’s slow drawl, “ … if wishes were horses, beggars might ride". No harm in asking though. Hell, begging might work. Leaning on the corral he heard tinkling spurs announce the ranch-hand who’d been mulling the question. The cowboy murmured in the lovelorn college boy’s ear, pressing his hardness against him. “Careful what you wish for”.
As usual Barrie, I saw the setting and the scene as clearly as if it were before me. Excellent job!
Thanks so much for the prompt … and the kind words of encouragement, Caro.
"Her husband watched from the shadows, holding a gun." Hilarious...
Bedroom Eyes
Peter looked at the beautiful woman that lay naked on his bed. Poring over her body like a searchlight, his eyes explored her luxurious curves.
Long blonde hair fanned across the statin pillow like a heavenly halo. Large rounded breasts sat high and pert. Long legs extended from a slim waist and perfect butt.
Peter leapt upon the bed looking at her beautiful features, the full pouting lips and baby blue eyes. Peter gazed into those eyes that looked up with a lifeless stare.
Peter’s only wish was that she was a real woman and not just a sex doll.
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Well, at least she won't hog the remote. It's all about finding that silver lining!
Indeed.