Becca
The next day, she checked the comments again on her last post. Thankfully Lusty Cowboy aka ‘creepy guy’ had only left the one. She breathed a sigh of relief as she scrolled through to figure out her next sexy request, and this one caught her eye.
Committed but Curious wrote:
“It’s so refreshing to be able to ask questions or make requests about something so intimate without being judged for it thanks to the anonymity this site provides us, thank you for that. I’m a huge fan of Cowgirl Crazy so here goes. My fiancé and I have been together for five years total. Seeing as we’re in a long-term relationship, we’d like to spice things up a little. We’ve used a couple of your suggestions so far and it’s been really good, but lately he’s expressed an interest in anal, and we haven’t done that before. I’m just wondering if you could recommend a good lube, and maybe some toys we could use so I can practice a little before the real thing happens. I’ll be crossing my fingers that out of all the requests you truly consider mine. Thanks again in advance, CBC.”
Becca smiled, took a deep breath, and began to write her next post.
A Story to Tell,
Welcome back my crazy but loyal readers. Last week I truly found out how popular this place has become, and I am eternally grateful. I began this anonymous journey to escape what was my otherwise normal boring existence. As y’all know my romantic life has been in a rut for quite some time now, but things are looking up. Remember Mr. Tall, Tattooed, and Tempting? I’m happy to note we’re making progress.
Speaking of…
I also recall my promise to tell you more about our first encounter. So here you have it.
Mr. Fantasy Man showed up out of nowhere and took my breath away. He was totally out of my league. I could hear the rumble of his bike in the distance and caught my first glimpse of the stranger as he pulled into the gas station across the way. He wore a dark helmet, form fitting jeans, boots, and worn leather. He was a delectable distraction from afar. Now tell me ladies, what is it that makes us gravitate towards the bad boys? As I was coming out of the post office on Cully, he’d just finished paying his bill and was on his way to the bike again when I got my first glimpse of his face. Whew! From there I was all thumbs and two left feet. I dropped my parcel, which by the way, was from one of my sponsors on this site so you can imagine my embarrassment when not only had Mr. Fantasy Man noticed but so had one of my older business colleagues down the street. I rushed to get everything together and out of sight, only I wasn’t fast enough. The sexy stranger knelt to help me out, of course, noticing some of the toys I desperately tried to keep hidden. His easy smile didn’t help ease my embarrassment. I was literally caught red-handed, yet he never mentioned the obvious to me, and he saved me further embarrassment by distracting the nosy old lady rushing toward us with good intentions mixed in. The man was kind of sweet, not such a bad boy after all. He properly introduced himself, as did I, and he led the old lady away as he promised to see me again sometime soon.
And, the rest is history.
Since then we’ve seen each other on occasion and have become friends with potential. He’s unknowingly fueled my desire and has given me hope, so wish me luck with this. Before running into him I was about ready to swear off men in general…lol.
In the meantime, I’ve gone through the comments on last week’s post, and I’ve decided to give a shout out to Committed but Curious. Your crossed fingers worked honey, let me test out a few of those products and I’ll get back to y’all in a few days with some good recs for anal play.
Pleasurable encounters, and pleasant dreams,
Your number one Cowgirl Crazy lady,
E.
XO
***
Mace
Home, that’s what the tattoo shop had become. The moment he had the needle in his hand, heard the buzz from around the room as it hit the skin of whoever was in his chair and he was in his element. It was peaceful while he was in the zone, a place where he could escape in his artwork and share it with others. Since he could barely get the sexy brunette realtor out of his head outside of work, it gave his aching nut sack a break too. Damn, but he needed to get laid and pronto. Although blue balls sucked, he had a feeling Becca would be worth the wait.
Right now, though, all that mattered was his client’s happiness and the piece of art he was currently creating on her arm. He hummed to the background music and wiped her skin with a paper towel to clear the excess ink away.
“Hey, lover boy, we’ve got a two o’clock with Liam and Ava. You finished the sketches they asked for right?” Sawyer asked while looking over his shoulder.
“Finished last night.” He grunted, dipped his needle in more ink, and grouched, “Knock it off with the lover boy shit.”
His client giggled. “I don’t know, Mace, I have a feeling the name precedes you.” He lifted a brow curiously while the woman winked at him and then he shook his head.
Women go figure.
“Oh, it does.” Sawyer giggled. “You should have seen him the other night at Tipsy’s with Ms. Becca Everett.” She wiggled her eyebrows up and down and pretended to fan herself.
“Pity.” His client pouted and he could feel his face heat up. Fuckin’ Sawyer. She was lucky he loved her like family.
“I think that’s enough talk about me.” Mace turned his head to look up at the pest he treated like a sister. “Beat it, squirt. I’m tryin’ to work over here, unlike some people.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Sawyer chuckled and walked away with a smile.
“So, is it serious?” his client asked.
“Say what?” Mace stopped again and sat back.
“With the girl, Becca, because if it’s not you and I could get to know each other better sometime…”
Shit, is this chick for real?
“Think so.” He cleared his throat. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m content with my status the way it is.”
“Right.” She nodded. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiled right then, and instead of encouraging her he went back to it with the remainder of his session in blissful silence.
Twenty-five minutes later after explaining the aftercare instructions to his client, he was done with her and getting ready for his next appointment. Liam and Ava would be there in about fifteen, and he had a few words for Sawyer.
The pain in the ass sat in the front of the shop on the computer engrossed in whatever it was she was looking at. “You mind telling me what that was all about?” he asked while he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb in the direction of his station.
Sawyer snickered. “Relax, bro, saw the chick checking you out is all and figured I’d let her know what’s what. I like Becca and I think she’d be good for you.”
He snorted. “Well, for future reference you’d do good to know I can handle myself when it comes to the ladies.”
“Suit yourself.” Sawyer shrugged. “All forgiven?”
“Yeah,” Mace said and ruffled her hair. It had the added effect of pissing her off, great payback for the earlier shit she pulled by putting him on the spot. It was just the two of them now, but not for long. Mad Ink had a pretty steady schedule of clientele.
“Ooh, she’s going anal!” Sawyer squealed and clapped her hands.
What. The. Fuck?
“The hell you say?” he asked. “What kind of shit are you looking at over here?”
“Cowgirl Crazy, damn, Mace, you’ve got to check this site out.” She laughed. “It’s this local chick that writes about personal experiences, gives recommendations, and takes requests from busy, lonely likeminded women in town and from God only knows where else in the world. It’s humble, educational, and crazy funny other times. Only nobody knows who she is. It’s completely anonymous but all about sex.”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack, we’re talking experiences, positions, stories, toys of the adult variety, and recommendations. She’s a hit. Check these sponsors out.” Sawyer got up and pushed Mace into the chair she vacated. It’s frickin’ awesome.”
“And nobody has figured out who this chick could be?” he clarified as he began to read her latest post.
“Me and the girls have had a few guesses, but nothing concrete.” She shrugged. “It’d be intriguing to find out, but otherwise meh, it’s entertaining and she knows what she’s talkin’ about. I’ve tried some of those recommendations of hers and…”
“Stop yourself right there.” He shuddered.
“Whatever,” Sawyer said and shoved him in the shoulder. “What’d you think?”
“Give me a minute to finish,” he grunted and tuned her out, so he could continue reading it.
Well fuck me! I knew my Angel had a naughty side. Becca, Becca, Becca…hmm.
It just had to be her, the gas station, the nosy neighbor, him helping her pick things up and leading the old lady away so she could compose herself from embarrassment. It was just good to know that she felt the same kind of pull that he had. Mace groaned as his dick got hard and he fidgeted in his seat to get more comfortable. Thank fuck, Sawyer had showed this to him because if the lovely Becca needed any help with her research he was just the guy to lend her a hand, or his cock for her personal use to explore at any time. Damn, but he needed to see her soon, and not because of what he’d just read, although he liked it a whole heck of a lot.
He missed her.
So, it was time to do something about it. Tonight after work was said and done he’d finally bring his car over to store in the barn and settle his debt for the bet he made with her and then lost. She rode the hell out of that bull the other night at the bar and he owed her a car wash for it.
“Well?” Sawyer patiently waited for him to say something about it.
“Just like you said, interesting.” Mace smiled because she looked disappointed and that was all the opinion she was going to get out of him. He was a man for fuck’s sake. She wanted conversation she needed to talk to someone else about it. He was also going to keep the whole Becca assumption to himself.
The thought of talking more about the sex website with someone he considered a sister had the desired effect of deflating his chubby. Just in time too because Liam and Ava walked through the door at that very moment and it was time to show them some designs and ink some skin once again. He loved his job and his life.
Everything was looking up.
***
Lusty Cowboy
There was a fine line between love and hate, and as he sat there in front of his computer screen reading Becca’s latest post he could feel his anger simmer to a boiling point. He’d been eyeing her for a while now before he’d put two and two together that she was in fact his fantasy woman, Cowgirl Crazy’s, E. He’d figured it out from her “Curious Minds” post. He was born and raised in Kerrville and had only known one woman whose parents had died, leaving her to raise her brother on her own. One woman who was also career driven and often alone. He was sure it was her. It had to be.
A complete lady with a naughty side equaled instant love in his eyes, unlike the last bitch who had broken his heart.
There was only one woman in his life now and she didn’t really count. What he wanted, no needed, was a romantic interest, his Becca. Only now she talked about some tattooed guy like he was Heaven on Earth, and he couldn’t allow it to continue for much longer.
“Argh!” he screamed and threw his coffee cup across the room. The hot liquid sprayed and the mug shattered on impact once it hit the basement wall. “Soon my sweet, Becca, I’ll be seeing you very, very soon my love.”
He growled now, and decided to leave a comment under his alias, Lusty Cowboy once again:
“Not anonymous to me anymore, I’ve figured it out and I’d love to fulfill that desire you speak of. Your pleasurable encounters are in my fantasies and you’ll definitely be in my dreams, my naughty girl. See you soon. ~LC~”
“Now that should do it.” He chuckled while talking to himself. In the meantime, he had plans to make.
“Baxter Bane Coulter, what are you doing down there? I heard a crash.”
“Nothing, Grams, I dropped something. I’ll be right up.” He could hear the nosy old lady grumble from upstairs before she shut the door, and he hit send. At least now she’d know he was thinking about her and he couldn’t wait before he permanently made her his to keep. It was only a matter of time, and a little bit of patience. No other man was going to take that away from him. He’d make sure of it.
***
Becca
Oh, what a day.
Her hands were full. She juggled her bag and the groceries she’d picked up for dinner, as she fished for her keys to unlock the door while trying not to drop anything. Her throat was so dry she was spitting cotton, and the Texas heat was so hot today the hens were laying hard boiled eggs. Sweat trickled from her forehead and laid a trail right down her cleavage. Becca couldn’t wait to get out of these work clothes and into something more comfortable. She’d been on her feet the entire day, showing a few properties to a nice but indecisive newly married couple just starting out. And, she’d gotten another creepy message from Lusty Cowboy on the site.
She shivered. It was good to be finally home.
“Oomph!” To top it all off she just tripped over her own two feet as soon as she got the door open and landed flat on her face. It couldn’t get any worse, or at least she hoped. “Ugh, here we go,” she mumbled and began to pick up her mess.
Thirty minutes later, she was showered, dressed in shorts and a tank, the groceries were put away, and she was enjoying a nice glass of sweet tea.
The rumble of a muscle car close by caught her attention and she hurried to the window to see it. She smiled wide as soon as she noticed Mace behind the wheel, and damn, his toys were just as badass as the man himself. She loved the Harley, but this—this car was a beautiful piece of history. Old as dirt, but a classic none the less and she could appreciate that. She hadn’t known much about his Yenko as he called it, but she could appreciate its solid body, the shiny red paint job, and sleek chrome. The engine revved as he drove around to the back of the house where the barn was located, and she figured she’d meet him outside and offer him a drink since it was so hot and all. It was not only her duty as a good hostess, but an excuse to talk to him again. It was good to see him.
She grabbed a glass, filled it with ice, poured some tea, and garnished it with a lemon wedge before she escaped out the back door.
He just finished exiting the car when she walked inside. The car fit perfectly in the space they’d cleared, and she was glad Mace seemed to like it for the time being. He noticed her immediately, so she held the glass out to him. “I thought you might like this.” Becca handed it to him and traced her fingers across the body of the car as she admired it up close.
“You like it?”
“Do I?” she said and nodded yes. “I had no idea what you were talking about when you mentioned your baby, but this—this is really nice, Mace. Will you take me for a ride sometime?”
“You just say the word, babe, and I’ll give you a ride any damn time you’d like.” He smirked, and she blushed, noting the double entendre.
She cleared her throat. “Tell me about it.”
“What the car or the ride?” He chuckled. “It’s a ’68 Camaro Yenko, the Holy Grail for any Chevy enthusiast. They only made about a couple hundred of these babies. It’s got a 425-horse power 427 big block under the hood and rides like a dream. My pop gave it to me before he died going on six years now and I’ve been fixing her up for a while. Once I’m done she’ll be worth a mint, but I won’t be selling so it doesn’t matter anyway.” He shrugged and began to chug the drink she offered.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Mace. I can see why the car means a lot to you now.” She moved closer and squeezed his arm in a show of support.
He reached up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear that escaped from her messy bun and changed the subject. “Speaking of cars, I seem to recall a sexy woman out riding me on a mechanical bull the other night.” He groaned, “It was hot, by the way, and I am now tasked with washing her car.”
“You really don’t have to,” she said trying to brush it off, but she could see he wasn’t having it. Mace arched his left eyebrow and shook his head.
“But I do, babe. I’m a man of my word.” He lowered his face and planted a quick kiss on her lips before stepping back again. “And if I recall the request was for it to be shirtless.” He didn’t wait for her answer before he fisted the back of his shirt in his hand and pulled it over his head.
Holy sweet mother of…
She was utterly speechless. Smooth skin, hard muscle, rippling abs, and ink as far as the eye could see, oh my.
He hooked a finger under her chin to close her mouth and winked. “Now, how about you show me where the supplies are.”
“Follow me,” she said and led the way.
She gathered a bucket, the hose, soap, and sponges, and decided to help so it would go faster. “Do you have any plans after we’re done here?” she asked while she lathered soap on the hood.
“Not really,” he said. “Do you have anything in mind?”
“How about dinner?” She suggested, “I’ve got some steak we could throw on the grill, if you’re interested.”
“Sounds good to me,” he agreed and then turned on the hose to rinse the side he was working on.
“Oh no you didn’t!” Becca squealed. As Mace washed the soap off, the water also sprayed in her direction and it was cold. Her nipples pebbled, and she shivered from the unexpected spray headed in her direction.
Mace guffawed. “Wet looks really good on you.”
“It does, does it?” She teased and raced around to meet him. He playfully held her back as she tried to wrestle the hose away from him. He gave in after a few minutes and ran as she gained control of it to get him back.
He somehow managed to creep up behind her and laughed as she squeaked in surprise while also dropping the hose to the ground the moment he had his arms around her. She loved the sound of his laughter but loved it even more the minute he turned her around, so he could kiss her again. It was better than she remembered too. His lips were so soft and plump as they pressed against her own. It started off slowly at first, but the moment their tongues touched an inferno ignited and she was on fire for him. They weren’t playing anymore. Mace lifted her off her feet and backed them up until her butt rested on top of the hood. Her legs spread for him, so he could get as close as possible and he squeezed her hips with his fingers. She could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans and rubbed her wet core against it. She moaned and her chest heaved as her breathing sped up. Her hips thrust against him, dry humping and it felt so good.
“Oh, Mace…” Becca arched her back to push her breasts against his chest. His lips trailed across her jaw and down her neck.
“That’s it, baby,” He growled, “Will you come for me?”
“Please…” Was all she managed to whimper. She’d made herself come millions of times, but it had been so long since she’d had a man’s touch and it was bliss.
He flicked the button on her jean shorts open and slid his hand inside her damp panties. She was so wet for him, and it had nothing to do with their water fight. Warm and wanting, it wouldn’t take long. His fingers skimmed through her slippery folds and circled her engorged clit, applying just enough pressure to make her crazy. Her breath hitched, and she held onto his arms tightly as he played her like a finely tuned instrument.
“That’s it, baby. Give it me. You’re so fucking beautiful, and breathtaking, Becca.”
Her whole body shook and she lost control. “H-holy shitttt, Mace, yes, YES!” His mouth consumed her cries of ecstasy, kissing her senseless until she found calm again. He slowed everything down after a few minutes more and pulled back. His breathing was still heavy as he pressed his forehead against hers to gain his own composure.
“That was, um, that was…”
“Wow.” He finished her sentence and shook his head as if he was in disbelief. “What you do to me.”
“Ditto.” Becca returned. Mace backed away just enough to help her put her feet back on the ground.
“Here’s the plan. I’m going to need a minute to calm down, so I can finish with this car and then join you for dinner before I forget where we are again and take you right here and now. You deserve better than that.” He smiled at her, but it looked more like a grimace. Before he could continue, she did.
“And, while that happens I’ll go in, change my clothes, and get dinner started. Will you be okay out here?”
“Yeah, babe, totally worth it.” He lifted her hand to his lips. “See you in a few.”
“Looking forward to it.” Becca gulped as she turned around to head inside. There were so many emotions swirling around inside of her that she had so long ago suppressed, and she was falling hard for Mace. It was both exhilarating and scary all at once. Yet as she thought about it she knew without a doubt he would be worth the risk to her heart. She just needed to take it one day at a time.