How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 10: Somewhere, Someday, Somehow

“Stop worrying,” Tamsan said, reaching out to stroke her hair gently. “Let me take care of it. That’s why I’m here, remember, to help?”

Anna looked up at Tamsan, biting her lower lip. It was tempting to let Tamsan have control. Too tempting, perhaps.

“Rex is probably out by the round pen,” Anna said. “He’s been working with his younger horses a lot lately.”

“He should be doing that on his own time,” Tamsan said, striding off to confront the foreman. Anna followed, the sinking feeling turning into a plummeting sensation. Tamsan was a hell of a woman, but she didn’t know if Tamsan was a match for Rex. Rex had been all height and brawn, mustache and temper for as long as she’d known him.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 9: Treachery

Something about Tamsan’s tone made Anna bridle. Maybe it was just the assumption that she would submit, roll over and play dutiful bottom. Sex was sex. You didn’t have to complicate it with roles and control.

“Maybe you’d be better off finding someone a little more…” Anna searched for a word… “submissive.”

“I don’t need my women submissive, just willing.”

“Your women? You have a harem of them? Maybe binders full of them?”

Tamsan snorted. “Not my style. I’m a one woman sort of lady.” She lowered her head and kissed Anna very thoroughly. “And you’re my sort of girl.”

Anna forgot her misgivings under Tamsan’s lips. Whilst being kissed, it was difficult to think of anything besides Tamsan. It was impossible to feel anything other than Tamsan’s warmth, the physical and the emotional. Being with her was like being wrapped in a blanket that protected her from anything negative. The troubles with the ranch seemed like a distant dream as Tamsan kissed along her neck and began gently nibbling at the place where neck met shoulder.

“Oh my…” Anna sighed. “That feels so good.”

“Being mine will feel good,” Tamsan said, speaking with that possessive tone that simultaneously excited and frightened Anna.

“But we don’t know each other that well,” she said. “You don’t know me… you might… you might find you don’t like me after we spend more time together.”

“Oh really?” Tamsan cocked her head to the side. “What’s your worst trait?”

Anna laughed. “Is this an interview? Uh… My worst trait is that sometimes I work too hard.”

“I don’t think so,” Tamsan said, tapping her lightly on the nose. “I think your worst trait might be your fear of conflict.”

“I’m not afraid of conflict.”

“I think you are. Why else would you be leaving the ranch to go to pot?”

“Ugh,” Anna rolled her eyes. “Again with the ranch.”

“It’s not going to go away.”

“Nor are your reminders of it, obviously.” Anna scowled up at Tamsan. “You’re wrong about one thing, by the way. I’m not afraid of conflict.”

“Good,” Tamsan shifted to allow her to get up. “Then put your boots on and let’s go.”

*****

Horny and frustrated, Anna lead Tamsan to the ranch house where had grown up. Looking at it with fresh eyes, Anna could admit that it had seen better days. The relentless sun had cracked the paint and caused it to flake away in many places. It had once been pristine white, the porch laden with all manner of potted greenery. There were now just two pots still hanging from the porch roof, but neither of them contained any living matter aside from spiders, or maybe wasps. Anna hadn’t bothered to investigate. It was a large house, it had been large even when she was small and they were a family. Now it seemed cavernous, filled with the memories and décor of the past.

“Coffee?” Anna asked the question hopefully. Maybe they could adjourn indoors and do something… pleasant.

“We’ll have coffee when we’ve dealt with one or two things,” Tamsan said firmly, refusing to go up on the porch after her. “We need to talk to Rex, he’s your foreman, correct?”

“What are we telling him?

“You tell him you’re taking on an adviser.”

“What if he says no?”

Tamsan cocked her head to the side. “You own Sun Ranch. It’s not up to Rex who you employ. If he doesn’t like it, fire him.”

“Fire him? I can’t fire him. He’s been running the ranch since… since I was a kid.”

“Yeah, and now he’s taking advantage of that. He’s letting the hands talk about you without respect. He’s taking short cuts on the cattle care – and maybe worse.”

“Maybe worse? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know anything else and I’m not going to say I do until I’m sure, but there’s rumors.”

“Rumors of what?”

“Rumors that Sun Ranch might not be around much longer. Rumors that there might not be a Sun Ranch before this is all said and done.”

“What?” Anna scowled in her direction. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Tamsan looked her square in the eyes and gave it to her straight. “I guess people think that one way or another, Sun Ranch might not last much longer. Either they figure you’ll run it into the ground, or someone has a plan to make that happen.”

Anna felt a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach. If what Tamsan said was right, then she wasn’t just up against the usual difficulties of running a ranch, the ones that had sent her father to an early grave as a result of stress and high cholesterol. She could be dealing with more than insubordination, maybe betrayal, maybe even conspiracy.

“Well,” she said. “Fuck.”

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 8: The Boss of You

“Is it hard to sulk and eat at the same time?” Tamsan asked the question as Anna ate her toast with what must have been a less than pleased expression.

“I’m not sulking,” Anna said diplomatically. “I’m grateful for your help.”

“Uh huh,” Tamsan gave her one of those sexy dimpled grins. “You can’t see your face. You’re cute when you pout, by the way.”

“I’m not pouting,” Anna said, chewing on some crust. “I’m… thinking.”
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 7: The Boss of Who?

Hello dear readers 🙂 Hope you’re enjoying reading along with this series. We’ve just reached chapter two in the tale of Tamsan and Anna.

Chapter Two

The next day started at the crack of dawn. When Anna opened her eyes Tamsan was already up making coffee in her little kitchenette wearing nothing but an unbuttoned shirt and tight white panties. The morning light was hitting her face, making her loose shaggy hair glow like a mane.

“Hey,” Anna said, her voice cracking and groggy. A few drinks and a late night were not the ingredients one needed for waking up in good order.

“Hey,” Tamsan said, turning to face her. “Coffee?”

“Please.”

Tamsan came to sit on the bed, her long thigh alluringly bare as she passed Anna a cup. “You sleep like the dead.”

“Not usually,” Anna said. “Usually I’m up half the night.”

Tamsan winked and chuckled. “You were up half the night.”

“True,” Anna agreed, setting her coffee aside and instead reaching for Tamsan’s leg to trace her fingers across the smooth skin of her inner thigh.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 6: Touch

After helping her dismount, Tamsan took her by the hands and drew her into the one roomed cabin where she lived. Once inside, clothes were discarded along with cares. Tamsan’s naked body was a wonder to behold. She was slim and athletic, with a toned midsection which evoked both admiration and lust in Anna. Her limbs were long and graceful, her arms well shaped with musculature that came from hard work, not time in a gym. Anna was softer in figure, curved and rounded, but they fit together as if they had been made for one another as they embraced first standing up, then laying back on the soft blanket which covered Tamsan’s bed.

Flat on her back, Anna spread herself to accommodate her lover between her thighs. Tamsan was truly stunningly beautiful, especially with her long flowing blonde hair cascading in twin falls on either side of her head, boxing them in a sensual space.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 5: A Handful

Anna smiled into her beer. “I was a handful when I was younger. Maybe a few of them knew me then.”

“I’d say they did,” Tamsan said. “They’ve been waiting for you to go off the rails since you got here.”

“Well I’d hate to disappoint them,” Anna said. “What should I do? Dance naked on the table? Set a trash can on fire? Rustle a couple head of cattle?”

“I wouldn’t recommend any of those options,” Tamsan said, a hint of sternness sneaking back into her tone. “You can have fun without being a hot mess.”

“What are your suggestions then?”

Tamsan beckoned Anna forward and lowered her voice to a sultry drawl. “You could kiss me.”

Anna’s eyes widened. She wanted to kiss Tamsan, but the direct approach left her somewhat on the back foot. Her lips parted once, twice as she tried to find the words. Then it didn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter because Tamsan had reached forward, hooked her fingers inside Anna’s shirt and drawn her forward into a warm, soft kiss which made Anna’s sense and objections and thoughts melt into a hot honey goo which trickled down her spine and settled in her loins.

She was swooning when Tamsan broke the kiss and smiled softly. “Or I could kiss you.”

“Mhm, again,” Anna murmured, moving forward to contact Tamsan’s mouth again. The woman tasted like salt and lust, lightly tinged with beer. She kissed as competently as she rode, with assuredness and care which Anna could feel in every motion of her lips and tongue.

The kiss broke, but the spell did not. Anna was completely and utterly smitten. She gazed at Tamsan with a dopey expression.

“Wow,” she drawled. “I forgot what a kiss could be like.”

An indulgent smile spread across Tamsan’s face, resulting in two sexy dimples. “Or maybe those fancy city dykes didn’t know how to kiss a girl properly.”

“Maybe,” Anna conceded.

They kissed again. And again. And then Tamsan’s hand was sliding up under Anna’s shirt, cupping her breast over the soft fabric of her bra. And then it was sliding down the soft plane of Anna’s stomach and sliding below the band of her jeans.

Anna took a breath, waiting for Tamsan’s strong, capable fingers to reach the spot that burned for them. But they didn’t. They paused tantalizingly at Anna’s pubic bone.

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine’s closer,” Tamsan said.

Eager to adjourn somewhere more comfortable, Tamsan and Anna went around hand in hand to get the horses.

“You can come up on Cameron with me,” Tamsan said. “You’ve got enough trouble with that horse of yours when you’re sober.”

Anna didn’t argue. Tamsan helped her up, then slid behind her, wrapping one protective arm about her waist. Tex seemed happy to follow their lead, plodding along in their wake as they turned toward the Clusky’s place.

As they rode, the arm around Anna’s waist slid down lower and Tamsan’s fingers brushed across Anna’s jean clad crotch. The pressure was light, but enough to excite. With every step the horse took her clit also rubbed against the seam of her pants. By the time they got back to Tamsan’s cabin she was brimming with need.

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 4: A Wild Reputation

“I bet,” Anna smiled back. Tamsan seemed knowledgeable in all the right ways. Anna sipped her drink and enjoyed the silence. “You seem different.”

“Different from…”

“The women I’ve dated before. I mean… uh… not that we’re necessarily on a date now, just… uh…” Anna blushed at the verbal hole she’d stumbled into.

Tamsan took a swig of her beer and grinned around the bottle neck, apparently enjoying Anna’s stammering. “Relax,” she said when she lowered the bottle. “I know what you mean.”

“Yeah… uh,” Anna gulped. “So I guess you could say I haven’t had the best of luck.”
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 3: Watering Hole

“There,” Tamsan said. “Now we take this wire…”

“Do you work around here? Are you from…”

“The Cluskys hired me this past summer,” Tamsan said. “I’m a ranch hand. Now, can you pay attention here?”

“And you know who I am.”

“Everybody knows who you are. A city girl who ain’t got no business on a ranch, and a lesbian besides,” Tamsan said, mimicking the local drawling accent.

“That’s about right,” Anna said, shrugging. “I’m guessing you disapprove too.”

“You need to learn how to take care of your land and your livestock, aside from that, I’m thrilled you’re here. We need a few more of our kind about the place.”

“Women?”

“Lesbians.”

Anna grinned. Her luck was turning. Usually when she got a crush on someone impossibly hot they turned out to be straight.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 2: Learning Lessons

They were slowly nearing the fence line where the wires were curled away from the posts. The steers wandered through with complete disinterest, leaving only the matter of repairs to deal with.

“Someone cut these,” Tamsan frowned as she dismounted

“Well I’m guessing the cows didn’t chew their way through,” Anna said, distracted by the cute rear in tight jeans displayed before her as Tamsan bent over. As if sensing Anna’s stare, Tamsan looked over her shoulder.

“Sarcastic little thing aren’t you?”

Anna didn’t consider herself a little thing at all, though Tamsan was taller and bigger than her. Anna was of average weight and height. Tamsan was probably a good foot taller than her with proportionate weight – and some decent musculature thrown in for good measure if the glutes were anything to go by. Continue reading

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 1: Cows Are Brats

lesbian cowgirl erotica How To Catch A Cowgirl, an erotic western lesbian spanking story was originally published a couple years ago, but is now out of digital print, which means you can’t buy it online. (As pointed out by pippin of the indispensable Sapphic Kink.) Which means I’m free to share it here as a series which you can enjoy and follow in your own time and on your own terms.

As chance would have it, it’s a Monday today in much of the world, so I’ll post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, which seems reasonable. Or pretty close to those days anyway.

How To Catch A Cowgirl

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Anna swore and ran her hand through her short cropped blonde hair. Her freckled nose drew up in irritation as she squinted at a dozen or so cow shaped objects. She had been out on the range doing a little riding when she realized that there was a bloody great hole in the fence and no cattle where cattle should definitely be. A bunch of beasts bearing the Sun Ranch brand did seem to be enjoying themselves in the Clusky’s territory though. Brats.

“Come on, Tex,” she said, swinging herself into the saddle of the paint horse who had belonged to her late father. “Let’s go see if we can’t get ’em in.”

Tex nickered and swayed back and forth, stepping from side to side and tossing his head.

“Please,” Anna begged. “Can we not do this now?”

The horse swung around and looked in completely the wrong direction. He wanted to go home. She tugged at the reins, but succeeded only in making him prance back and forth in place.

“Tex!” She growled his name to little avail. After a good minute’s struggle, she managed to get the animal pointing in the right direction. A little application of leg sent him shooting forward like a bullet. Caught off guard by the sudden burst of speed, Anna dropped the reins and clung to his mane instead.
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Consequences and climaxes… *new* Lesbia update!

It has admittedly been a while since I posted in the Lesbia series, but it is far from dead. Quietness should never be mistaken for absence…

“Do you still believe you are my equal?”

Ayla smiled gently down at Kira’s naked sweat drenched body. The warrior was spread-eagled on the bed, her loins inflamed and still slick with wetness from Ayla’s attentions. The witch was equally nude, but far more composed, her thighs pressed together one atop the other, her ample breasts marked red here and there by passionate kisses. She reclined elegantly at the head of the bed, golden hair draped across her neck and shoulders, green eyes half closed in an expression of cat like satiety as she watched the warrior recover.

“Mmmnnn…”

Ayla reached out and drew her fingernails gently over the rise of Kira’s breasts. “Hmm?”

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Classic Sapphic Spanking: A Young Rogue Is Disciplined

This is an excerpt from one of the very first F/F series I wrote over six years ago, so please forgive any early oddities of formatting, grammar or general putting together of words. The book was called ‘Rogue the Serpent’ and was a fantasy story which told the tale of a young woman named Rogue who possesses the power to become a serpent and is married off by her father to a fine lord. Rogue is not interested in the lord, and attempts to flee his custody, but soon finds herself not only captured but under the disciplinary care of a lady named Mari. This excerpt begins after her initial capture…

“I will not cage you Rogue, you are too precious for that.”

“Precious? How so?” I was confused.

“You are a lady of the Serpent. One in a million. Rogue, you are a rare creature and I will have you for my own, but I will not be unkind, nor cage you away unless you force me to do so.”

In spite of myself, I felt a little pleased at his words. Drexler was the first man to ever appreciate my talents rather than fear them.

I looked up under my eyelashes at him. “And what the soldiers were saying, of your treatment of women? Will you attempt such foolishness with me?”

He laughed again. He seemed amused by me. “I will treat you as you deserve to be treated,” he said. His hand descended upon my lower back and he ushered me into the road, where he pursed his lips and emitted a piercing whistle. In a moment or two, the sound of horse hooves could be heard as a black carriage slid up out of the night’s shadows.

“Now, my lady, will you come to your new home, or would you rather run about in the wilderness?” He said the words as if I had a choice, but I knew that I truly had no choice. He had come for me, he had never left my side. I climbed into the carriage without a word and curled up in a corner, watching him silently.
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