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[mooncalf]

The two bouncing racers are a sight to behold!  Heading straight for Covems, I begin to become concerned that some harm might come to him, but they expertly steer their bouncy balls and narrowly miss him.  I too, cheer as they cross the finish line hand in hand.

Next, Mollie takes her seat on Covems' lap, and they exchange a sensous kiss.

“How does he do it?”  I ask Pafe and Satoire.  “How does he go from riling a body up, to the point you want to kick him… then the next minute all you want to do is hug him… How does he do that?”

“The first thing he ever said to me was he asked how I escaped.  When I asked what he meant by that, he told me there was a seperate section of AChat for people MY age!  So I asked him about that too… now I was brand new… this was my second day… so I almost believed him… then he said there's a “Granny Section”, but to be careful when I'm in there because the “Old Fogies” like to try and hook you with their canes.”

“So, you see,”  I continue, “I went from starting to get angry to laughing.”

Mollie finishes her kiss and goes back to the bar.  I watch as ItsAmy123 makes her move on Covems, and another sensous kiss ensues.

I'm just about to say that I think it's time to turn the cowboy loose, when I see that ItsAmy123 has already done that.  I watch as those big hands move from her waist to her back.

Pafe and Satoire are chatting with a little feller about getting Cove's clothes for him when I approach them.  “It was fun.”  I say to them, and we clink our glasses and congratulate ourselves on a fine roundup.

Lover and Momma_Andrea's song is very entertaining, and both their voices are pleasant to listen to.  I applaud with the rest of the bar as they take their bows.

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Walking back to Covems with Brandybee in a close follow, my phone beeps that I have a message.  I get it out of my vest pocket, read the message then text this in reply:

Covems trussed up.  Get here quick.

I press send then put the phone back in my vest.

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“I most certainly would.”  I say, taking the lipstick from Pafe.  I pull the top off of it and twist it, exposing the lipstick.

Two naked fellas come running into the bar holding guns, I start to reach for mine, when they shout “POLICE”.

Pafe raise her hand up and loudly calls to the naked men.  “It's okay.  Satoire and I got this.  Go back to whatever it was you were doing.”

Seeing that the situation has been diffused, I apply a liberal amount to my lips, and hand the tube and its cap back to Pafe.  I sit on Covems' lap, wiggle my behind on him, then drape my arms around his neck and say, “Pucker up you big ape.”

“Oh crap.”  He mutters before my lips make contact with his.  A deep, kiss… lasting a few moments, then I kinda suck my way off his lips, making a smacking/popping sound.  Then I kiss his cheek, leaving a lipstick print of my lips on it.

“Next.”  I say while standing up.

Pafe has already gotten her lips good and red and sits on Covems' lap from the other direction.  Satoire is coating her lips with the lipstick as Pafe begins her kiss.

I look at Amy, who's moved to the bar  and watching intently.  I go up to her and ask, “You're enjoying this, too, ain't ya?”  She smiles a big grin and says she is, while nodding a yes.  “You should get the lipstick from Satoire and join in, honey.  Remember… it's all in fun.”

I wander over to where Brandybee is, and we both giggle together.  “I know you got in line for a Cove kiss.  Go get him.”  I say to her.  “Oh… and don't worry none about the ceiling… those were blanks I shot off.”

“And anyone else for that matter.”  I say, picking my voice up so I can be heard.  “You want to kiss him, or something else, just go over smear some lipstick on and do it.”

I walk back to the captive just as Pafe gets up….

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I down the shot of rye, putting the glass back on the bar and spin on my heel, lean my back into the bar and once again scan the room.  I see Satoire and Pafe sneaking around the stage area while they're watching Covems for any sign of detection.

I follow their eyes and spot my prey on the dance floor with some pretty, young filly in his arms.  He's wearing some silly looking monkey suit.  They're kissing a slow, lingering kiss.

I push myself from the bar and start a slow, deliberate walk towards the two of them.  I see my co-conspirators, Pafe and Satore arguing quietly over something, then I refocus my gaze on Covems.  His eyes are closed, same as Amy's, and their kiss is a passionate one.  I approach quietly… then…

I pull out the revolver and fire two quick shots into the ceiling.  “BANG! BANG!”  Covems' eyes pop open and he and Amy end their kiss quickly.  “Moonie!”  he says, almost shouting it.

The smoke from the two shots is lingering over head from the heavy atmosphere of the bar.  I reach in with my left hand, and grab a hold of Amy's wrist and gently tug her out of the way, the pistol is still in my right hand.  “Excuse me,” I say to her, while giving her a wink, “this won't take but a minute.”

She moves off to the side and I step up infront of Covems.  “Covems,” I say, “you issued that challenge, and I'm here to accept it.  But why do you have to be so damned tall.”  I say to him.

He replies, “I ain't so tall, you're just so short.”  He pauses for a moment, then says, “Pipsqueak.”

I holster my gun, and leap up, wrapping my hands around his neck and pull him down into a kiss.  He resists at first, but I can feel him relaxing and even responding a bit.  His hands move up to my back. 

Our kiss lasts for a few moments and I release my hands from around his neck and slide off until my boot heels are back on the floor.

“Now!”  I hear Pafe shout and I grab Covems's left arm and twist it up 'round his back, pulling it with all my might…

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Ridin' up to the AChat Bar & Grill.  The neon lights from it's roadside sign blink on and off.  I notice that the & sign is a little dimmer than the rest of the letterin'.

I ride Chelsea through the parking lot, and we wind our way through the vehicles, up to a rail fence and stop.

“Good girl Chels.”  I say, giving her a pat on the neck.  I drop out of the saddle and lead her through an opening in the fence and around the side of the building and tie her up to a post near a rain barrel.  Chelsea leans her head in and drinks from the barrel.

“Good of 'em to put that there.”  I say to Chelsea, while pulling my gloves off.

Strollin' around the corner of the building, I decide to slip in through the pudding pit area, hoping to go in un-noticed.  While knocking the dust off of my clothes with the gloves, I spot one of the little fellers scurrying around in the area.

“You.”  I say to him while pointing a finger at him.

He stops and stares at me, then he sneezes.

“My horse is around the side,”  I continue while tucking the gloves under my belt, “don't be a-pesterin' her, 'cause she's a kicker.  I wouldn't want to see any of you lil' fellers git hurt.  Git me?”

He nods his head and sneezes again.  “Good.”  I say to him.  “And tell all yer other folk to keep away too.”  He scampers off.

I make my way through the area, open the door and step inside.  I push my hat back and off my head, the chin cord keeps it from falling.  Reaching down with my right hand, and in one motion, I lift the keeper strap of the holster off the pistol, lift the pistol slighty from the holster and settle it back easy.

I stop in the doorway leading into the main bar room.  My hands on my hips, taking in all the commotion of the goings on in the room.  My eyes scan all the people dressed in their costumes.  One person is running around in a swim mask and swim fins, the rest are cheering and laughing.  I'm looking for one particular cowboy, only I suspect he's not dressed like one.

I stroll to the bar, watching the bartender's eyes as he sees me heading his way.  I lean into the bar, and look Joe in the eye.  “Whiskey, Joe.”  I say.  “Rye.  Don't matter what brand.”

He gets a bottle from the speed bar and fills a shot glass with it.  I lift it and give him a nod and a salute with the glass before downing the contents.  “Again.”  I say to him.  He fills the glass again.  “Covems.”  Is the next word I say.

Still looking me in the eye, Joe uses his head to motion towards the dance floor.  “Put those on the asshole's tab.”  I give him a wink and a smile and he grins and nods again…

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I step into my boots and take a look at myself in the mirror that is hanging on the back of the door to my bedroom.  I'm dressed, not furry, but in my favorite pair of jeans, and a blue checked shirt.  I didn't bother with a bra today.  I slip on my fringed, brown suede vest, and take another spin.

I look presentable enough.  I stop by the gun safe and get out my dual action, colt revolver and gun belt.  I strap the belt on, holster the pistol and tie the leg strap around my thigh.  I set my brown Stetson Plains hat on my head and pull up the chin bead.

Already having saddled Chelsea, I mount her and begin the ride across country to the AChat Bar & Grill.

[mooncalf]

The  M words   –   Mom,  Milf ,  Mature …     Real men don't  use them in their proper patter

I do.

Yes you do…

Asshole

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Oh no Cowboy!  We're lining up and puckering up.  You ain't getting away that easy.  Don't make me come find you in that bar.  Cause you know I'll do it.

[mooncalf]

OK, I got something new to bitch about.
“I like your age.”  , “It's good you are mature.”   blah blah and blah.  Yeah, I'm so glad I got your fucking approval.
Hey, mention my age again because, honey, that's REALLY working for ya. 

Yes I know, seems harsh but I'm so fucking tired of it.

GGRRRRRR, STILL!

Oh yeah… I hear you with that one… it's always'  “oh good you are mature”

My answer usually is:  “You couldn't have turned me OFF faster with a switch.”
And… being called “Mommy” right off the bat is instant ignore.  I no longer want to know what that person wants.
I got this one the other evening:

Him:  Do u (I'm not even worth a full word) like younger guys?
Me:  No… I prefer MEN.

silence

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Covems… even though I do call you asshole from time to time, it's only because you deserve it.  (heehee)  But I have to say it… being with you is an experience any woman would relish.  I know that in real life, just like here in Achat, you are a MAN.  All man… you're a credit to the whole male sex, and I'm proud to have you for my friend.

[mooncalf]

I'm taking a chance in this sweepstakes.  I have sent my entry fee to Osiris_Forum.  Please sign this gal up.

I can help out by washing the cars

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Now, I’ll have you know that this isn’t my domain.  I’m not much into the S&M scene, but after getting Mollie’s assurance that this wasn’t going to be a horse whipping, I decided that this is just too good to pass up. 

I enter the room to find Mollie sittin’ in her chair, and Covems stretched out like a hide dryin’ in the sun.  Mollie greets me and we exchange kisses on the cheeks.  I’m wearin’ my frilly, blue checked cowgirl dress, my hat and cowgirl boots.

“Well, well.”  I say.  “Just lookie what we have here.  You know Cove, I’ve always wanted you in this position.  Harnessed and all trussed up.”  I run my fingers along his body as I traipse completely around him.  His head follows the sound of my voice.  When I get to Covems’ head, I lean in and give him an upside down kiss, and skitter my tongue across his lips.

“Mollie,” I ask, “what have you been doin’ to this mischief maker?”

“Oh, just playing.”  Mollie replies with a grin.  “Wine?”

I take a sip from the glass of Chardonnay that Mollie has poured for me, then place the glass on the table.  I then pick up the lipstick and apply some to my lips.  Next I lean over the X and press my body against his, letting him feel my full breasts press into his chest.  He moans a bit as I grab his cheeks with one hand and plant a kiss sideways on his mush. 

I stand up and admire my work.  A distinctive lip print is on his mouth.  My hand then moves the length of his body and I cup his balls with my right hand.  I play with them.  His cock is hard and twitching.  I run my fingers along it, letting them flitter on his shaft.  I lean in and kiss his manhood on the side of the shaft, leaving another lip print from the lipstick.

I take his cock in both my hands and roll it gently between them.  Covems begins to utter something, but Mollie makes him stop by holding up the ball gag and telling him she will use it.

I take his cock in my hand and begin to stroke it with a firm grip.  Moving the skin up and down, squeezing him while I pump his cock.  Realizin’ that he is close to orgasm, I tell him,  “Oh no…, no cummin’ fer you.”  I smile at him as he shudders in the restraints.

“Oh look.”  I say with a mock frown, “I’ve done gone and messed up the lipstick marks.  Mollie, would you like to reapply?”

Mollie coats her lips and take Covems’ cock into her mouth as far as she can, then wraps her lips around it, once again leaving a lip mark.  Then after I reapply another coat of lipstick to my lips, I lean in and kiss his shaft again on the side, leaving my lip mark.

“Thank you Mollie.”  I say.  “I’ve enjoyed this immensely.  We must do this again sometime.”  Then I lean in and give poor Covems a kiss on his cheek, leaving another lipstick mark on him.

“Now Cove, you be a good boy for Mollie.”  I say.  Then I whisper,  “I’ll see ya later, Cowboy.”  I give his cock one last squeeze before headin’ for the door.

“Oh wait.”  I say, spinnin’ on my heels.  I go to the table and pick up the lipstick I used.  I open it and lean in over Covems.  I write “Moonie was here.”  On the side of his tummy.

“Perfect.”  Mollie says as I flip the lipstick tube in the air and catch it.  I then leave the room.

[mooncalf]

I made up my mind too late for the last one.  So sign me up now for this one.

[mooncalf]

I don't read these topics as much as I should, so I have a suggestion for y'all…  maybe when y'all are recapping your favorite moments or posts, you could include what page of the topic they are on.  It took me what seemed like forever to find the cross delivery one in the Ice House.  That was funny.

This is off topic, but…
One of my favorite ones to read in the forum is the Star Trek adventure in the NSPD one.  It's usually a quick read and I love the pictures.  I also enjoyed all the Erotic Stories, too.

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43/50

Not counting AChat I've only been with my husband and I don't own any La Perla Lingerie.

So that leaves undone:
Have a threesome
Engage in group sex
Sex with a stranger
One-night stand
La Perla lingerie sex
Sex with someone much older
Sex with someone much younger

I don't think I'll complete all 50 unless I can switch with some of my own.

Sex on a balcony
Sex while being watched
Sex alongside a busy highway
Masturbate in a moving vehicle
Sex on a moving tractor
Sex in a cornfield under a full moon
Hide naked in a dark house then pounce

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