Becca
There’s nothing like the real deal,
Hey y’all, here’s another story to enjoy.
Once upon a time in the Hill Country of Texas there lived a grown woman who took a leap of faith. She’d been alone a long time and no longer believed in fairy tales, until recently. Only it wasn’t Prince Charming who came to her rescue, he was somebody much better, more realistic. Rough, rugged, and gorgeous inside and out. His skin was a canvas of beautiful art, and he loved all things motorcycles and vintage muscle cars. He was a hardworking man who worked with his hands and made the world a more beautiful place to be, most especially mine.
That’s right y’all, I’m a kept woman now and I want to share it with the world. Who needs the prince when you’ve got a man with tattoos, a big heart, and a big…
*wink*
He is the one and only Mr. Fantasy Man aka Mr. Tall, Tempting, and Tattooed I’ve been sharing about. After spending more time together we’ve realized we have a lot in common, and we just couldn’t beat the chemistry that flows between us.
I’m so happy.
But, no worries I fully intend to keep the blog going so continue to ask me questions or send me requests. I’m here for y’all as always.
Now, it’s back to business. The last time I wrote we talked about exploring anal play. Committed but Curious had written that she and her long-time partner were wanting to try it for the first time, and she requested my help on what she may be able to use to practice before the real thing. Well, I went through my rather big toy box and found some Crazy Girl Anal Ease. It’s a silicone gel desensitizing lube meant to relax the anal muscles for a more pleasurable penetration experience. It’s completely condom safe and is suitable for use with toys as well. Everyone has their own preferences, but I’d recommend going with a silicone-based lubricant instead of a water based one because it seems to last longer, it’s thicker, and it makes for an easier glide inside. The Anal Ease gets five Cowgirl Crazy stars.
Now for some practice, if you’re inexperienced in this area, I’d recommend using a small beginner-sized butt plug. They come in all sorts of shapes and sizes so if you enjoy the feeling you can eventually upgrade to something much larger. Always remember to use plenty of lubricant though.
Communication is always very important in a relationship. Remember to talk things through, especially when it comes to exploring sexually. Express your likes, dislikes, and concerns, always. Don’t be shy. I hope this helps.
Don’t forget to leave your comments. I’ll be checking in every now and again and I’ll choose our next adventure from them for next time.
Until then,
Pleasurable encounters, and pleasant dreams,
Your number one Cowgirl Crazy lady,
E.
XO
***
Mace settled into boyfriend status like a dream. A couple of weeks had gone by since their Guadalupe date, and they had spent every spare moment together ever since. She was running behind on some of her other obligations and decided to do a little catching up, starting with Mrs. Coulter.
The nosy but lovable old lady wasn’t feeling well the last time Becca had called to keep her updated on the KACC exhibit. That was last week. She’d tried calling a few more times to check in on her again with no answer. So, she decided to drive over to see her in person instead. She’d told Bax she’d do that anyway.
Her cell rang and she turned on her Bluetooth to answer it.
“Howdy, Becca Everett speaking.” She always answered in a formal way in case it was business related.
“Hello, beautiful.” The deep timber of Mace’s voice still made her heart beat a little faster, and the butterflies in her belly dance. “Miss you already.”
“Well aren’t you sweet.” She smiled. “I took off work early because I’m fixin’ to go see Ol’ lady Coulter to check in.”
“She still sick?” he asked with what sounded like a hint of worry, and she wondered if it was because it reminded him of his mother’s sickness. Beneath the tattoos and the bad boy good looks, he was really a big softy, and so loveable.
“I’m not too sure. I gave her a ring but there was no answer so I’m on my way to see if she’s home.”
“Good, let me know how that goes. When you’re done there you feel like swinging by to get me? We could pick up something for dinner and I can cook for you, for once.”
“Mm, a man who cooks, now that’s sexy.” She chuckled. “What time you think you’ll be done working?”
“Should be done with my last client by seven,” he said.
“I’ll see you then. Oh, and Mace…” She paused for a moment. “I’ll bring the dessert. Whip cream, chocolate sauce, maybe some cherries you can eat off me. You have any preference?”
He cursed. “My favorite flavor is you, babe. Anything else is just icing on the cake.”
“I’m missing you more and more as we speak.” She teased. “See you as soon as I can okay?”
“Yeah, gotta go,” he replied. “At work, stuck with a boner. Speaking to you isn’t helping right now when all I can think about is getting you naked.”
“Hmm, I’m so wet right now.” She giggled when he growled. “Listen I just pulled into the driveway. Recite the alphabet backwards or think unsexy thoughts to help deflate your situation. I’ll keep you posted on what’s happening here.”
“You do that, I lo…” Mace cleared his throat. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Definitely,” she replied, “I love you too, Tattoos.”
Becca had been sure he was about to say that to her, but he stopped himself for some reason and she just wanted to make sure that he knew she did too. Only she chickened out because she disconnected the call as soon as those meaningful words left her mouth. They’d talk about it when she saw him later. In the meantime, she had a sweet old lady to visit.
Becca sighed as she got out of her car and she touched her belly to calm her nerves. Telling, Mace, you love him shouldn’t be a big deal, right? Especially if he was about to say it first. But what if I was wrong? Rebecca Marie Everett, suck it up girl. Everything’s bigger in Texas, from our hair to our pickup trucks. What’s three little words?
“The answer is—it’s everything,” she mumbled to herself as she climbed the steps to knock on the door. She took a deep breath and put all those thoughts to the back of her mind for now. As she stood in front of the door, she concentrated on the task at hand, which was to see how Mrs. Coulter was feeling. She’d be seeing her beloved boyfriend soon enough.
“Becca, what a pleasant surprise,” Baxter answered her knock on the door and eagerly continued, “come in, come in.” He swept his arm inside the house, motioning for her to enter so she did.
The Coulter place was much bigger than her own, and she couldn’t help but be captivated by the beautiful structure. It was a large older Victorian style house with decorative banisters, high ceilings, and sleek woodwork throughout. “Thank you, Bax. You know I forgot how lovely this place is.” She turned around and was startled by his proximity to her. He seemed to come out of his trance when she noticed he was in her space and he took a step back.
“Yes, well a house is a house.”
She wasn’t sure how to respond so she just went with the truth. “I stopped by to see how your Grams was doing. May I see her?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said. “You wait right here, and I’ll go see if she’s up to it.”
Becca watched Baxter’s retreating form and appreciated her new-found personal space since he left to go upstairs. She still stood in the entryway and admired the family photos that adorned the walls. There were wedding photos, childhood ones, and self-portraits too. She particularly liked the one of the late Mr. Coulter in an army uniform smiling down at a younger version of the lady she was there to see. You could just feel the love they shared with that one photo alone. It was precious, and they were quite a handsome couple.
She was straightening the frame as Baxter rejoined her. “That picture was taken in 1958, right before they were married,” he said, and she watched him as he twisted a white cloth between his fingers.
A handkerchief maybe?
“It’s captivating,” Becca replied. “They look so right for each other in it.”
“Yes, my grandmother still talks about it like it was yesterday. I think she secretly wishes I’d find someone to settle down with.” He went on.
“Well, maybe you should,” Becca whispered. “Finding a good person to spend your time with is a gift. It’s even better when you find love, but you won’t achieve any of it if you don’t put yourself out there. I would know. Until recently I was ready to give up on any romantic interests, but I’ve met someone and it’s going great. You can have that too, Bax. I know you’re taking care of your grandmother and busy with work, but you have to make time for you too.”
“It’s that guy with the tattoos, isn’t it?” He snapped, “What’s so great about him?”
She retreated as he advanced, and it brought her further into the house while he blocked the exit. She was uncomfortable now, if only she could make it to the back door to run away. “What? I-I came to visit with your Grams, not to upset you. I don’t understand.”
“I don’t understand.” He mocked. “There’s only one interest I have, my sweet Becca, and if I can’t have you, neither can he!” He lunged for her this time and it caught her off guard. She tried to twist around to escape him, but it backfired on her when he caught the move and tackled her to the ground. The table beside them wobbled and a few knickknacks on top smashed to the ground. Her struggles were futile as he put his full weight on top of her body, holding her in place on her stomach. She struggled with him some more as he was determined to hold the white cloth over her face. Becca tried bucking him off, and scratching at his arms but it was useless. Baxter was so much stronger and it only took but a few moments before everything went black and his plan was in motion.
***
Mace
“What time is Becca picking you up?” Sawyer asked.
“Any minute now.” Mace looked at his watch as Sawyer flipped the sign on the door to closed. “Jagger coming to get you tonight?”
“Nah, he had a project to finish so I told him I’d just meet him at home.” Jagger was Sawyers fiancé, and first love. After several misunderstandings and years apart, they had found each other again and had been together ever since. Mace was genuinely happy for his pseudo sister from another mister. Proud too, seeing as she’d come from hard times only to pull herself out of it and pursue her dream. Mad Ink was then created, and the tattoo parlor was a hit. Jagger on the other hand was a master welder. He built horse trailers mostly and decked them out with some pretty cool artwork as his signature touch. Each made was a one of a kind, which kept him busy. That’s the current project he was working on as Sawyer had mentioned.
“Then do me a solid and wait until Becca gets here so I can walk you out and make sure you get to your car safely,” he said. “I’ll send Jag a text to let him know you may be a few minutes late.”
“Whatever.” Sawyer rolled her eyes. “You’ve been hogging Becca lately anyway, so it’ll give me a chance to say hello.”
“I have, haven’t I?” he said and smiled. “Can’t help myself.”
“Aw, look at you.” She laughed merrily. “I never thought I’d see the day. Brody Mace has met his match.”
“She just told me she loved me,” he confessed. “This afternoon on the phone, I was just about to say it and then chickened out. She must have figured it out because she just came out and said, ‘I love you too, Tattoos.’ And, then she hung up.”
“I always liked that girl,” Sawyer remarked. “So, do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you love her back?” she clarified.
“I’m pretty sure I do.” He mumbled, “Think I’ll tell her tonight.”
“Oh yay!” Sawyer clapped and then gave him a huge hug. “I am so happy for you. You deserve greatness, Mace. After all you’ve been through, this is nice to see, and Becca’s amazing. Beginning to think of her as a sister and now she will be thanks to you.” She playfully punched him in the shoulder and smiled big.
“Thanks, squirt. It means a lot,” he said, and looked at his watch again. “Hey, what time you got?”
Sawyer checked the time on her cell. “It’s almost seven-thirty. Why?”
“That’s what I thought,” Mace replied. He stood up to look out the storefront window. “Becca was supposed to be here at seven. It’s not like her to be late.”
“So, give her a call,” she suggested. “Maybe she got stuck in traffic.”
“Doubtful, but anything’s possible,” he said, dialing her number. It rang several times before an automated operator came on to say she was unavailable now. Sawyer watched Mace pace in front of the window, and he got more anxious as the time approached eight o’clock. Becca was always on time, and very organized. This wasn’t like her at all and something in his gut didn’t feel right. He kept calling her and she wasn’t answering.
“You think she went home? Maybe she thought she was supposed to meet you at your place?” Sawyer asked.
“Not sure, but I can’t sit around here and twiddle my thumbs. I’ve gotta find her, Sawyer,” he pleaded. “Think you can stick around and call Jag to pick you up? Becca drove me in, so I’ll need to borrow your car.”
“She’s all yours.” Sawyer dangled her keys for him to take them and sighed. “I know you’re worried but try to think positive okay. The last thing anyone needs is for you to drive recklessly because you’re worried and then you could hurt yourself or somebody else along the way. It’s probably all a misunderstanding, so give Becca my love and tell her we need to make some plans to hang out soon, okay?”
“Okay,” he said, and then he took a deep breath. “I’ll call when I know something.” Sawyer nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“If she shows here between now and the time Jagger gets here. I’ll give you a call.”
Mace was out the door and done with wasting any more time. It was time to find Becca, so he could tell her he loved her too.
He drove to her house, checked his place out, stopped by her office, and drove around the various spaces she owned and leased. He’d also knocked on the old lady’s door, Becca’s last known location with no luck. He then called Sawyer back to see if she’d heard anything. Hours had passed by with still no sign of her. His stomach sank with dread because there was no mistaking his initial gut instinct that something was very wrong here. His next stop was the police station, and afterwards he was going to round up everyone he knew to help him look, and he didn’t plan on stopping until she was found safe and in his arms again.
“I love you, Becca, and I promise, baby, I will find you.”
***
Becca
Her head ached, and her body felt heavy. Her cheek was pressed against a cold damp surface and she whimpered. Where am I? She went to put her hand to her forehead and met resistance. “What’s happening to me?”
“It’s nice to see you’re finally awake,” Baxter said, and the whole nightmare came crashing back. “But I had to tie you up to ensure you wouldn’t try to leave me.”
“Why?” she cried.
“Because you’re mine.” He growled. “I’ve been infatuated with you for years, but you never took notice. I even tried to enlist my grandmother to set us up knowing how much you respected her. But no, that didn’t work so I bided my time. I then became interested in someone else. Oh, don’t worry you still held my interest, but this new mysterious woman was every man’s fantasy. A dream come true, so I was patient. You see, just like you, she was a hard-working woman who loved her family as she gave subtle but caring little hints about them in the stories she’d share. So, there was no doubt she was caring. But she was also a naughty girl, in the best way possible.” He snickered. “What’s that saying? A lady in the streets, but a whore between the sheets.”
Baxter moaned when he said it and began to rub the front of his pants. There was no denying the outline of his hard cock there, and it made her cry harder not knowing what he was going to do next. Would he hurt her, rape her? She was at his mercy and scared shitless.
“Please, Bax. Don’t do this,” she begged. “Think of your Grams. She’d be so devastated to know you did this to me.”
“I’m not finished!” he yelled. “So, listen up. You asked why, I’m telling you. Now, where was I? Oh, that’s it, whore in the sheets. I fantasized as I read every word, stroked myself like this…” he said as he demonstrated for her, and she gagged in response. This man masturbating in front of her was a monster. She felt so violated already but he ignored her reaction and continued to explain as she now sat on the cold stone floor. “But it wasn’t until I came across the Curious Minds post that I figured it out. You see, the woman I was fascinated with, who I fantasized about, was also the very same woman I was always infatuated with. She’s you, my Becca, or should I call you Cowgirl Crazy’s E?” He tapped his chin as if in thought. “Why is it you sign off with an ‘E’ every time? Is it for Everett? Your last name.”
“No!” She shook her head in denial and she began to shake. This man was pure madness defined. She had to figure out a way to escape before anything worse happened to her. Keep him talking, Becca. Bide your time. Mace must be looking for you. He knew where you were going.
“Don’t deny it.” Baxter cackled. “I love it when they play hard to get.”
She chose to ignore that. “Where am I? What did you give me?” Her lips were cracked, her throat was dry, and her head was pounding.
“We’re in the basement.” He sneered, “It was broad daylight and I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me lugging around an unconscious body. Thankfully this place is old and solid enough that it’s soundproof from above. The best part, nobody will find you, there aren’t many houses in Kerrville with a basement like mine.”
“I bet they’re looking. It’s not too late to let me go. I could tell everyone it was all a misunderstanding. The last thing I want, or need, is to hurt your grandmother. Please, Bax, untie me.”
“Shut up, just shut up!” he hollered and grabbed a chunk of her hair to yank her up from the ground. Her cuffs strained against her wrists and she hissed in pain when he yanked her forward. Spittle flew from his mouth and he got right into her face. “I told you you’re mine. Mine to do whatever I please with, and you’re going to stay here until I figure out our next move.”
He cocked a fist and her head flew backward as he hit her in the face. Becca cried out and collapsed to the floor in a heap.
“You see what you did? Maybe next time you’ll think twice about getting me angry. You’ll learn to obey. Do what you’re told. You wanted answers, I gave you some. Get used to this.” His cell phone beeped, and he reached in his pocket to turn off the timer he’d set. “It’s time for more of Gram’s meds. I’ll be back for you as soon as I can.”
Baxter Bane Coulter left to go up the stairs to medicate his grandmother when she finally gained enough courage to answer him. She also wanted to test his theory of sound and whether anyone would be able to hear her. “I will never give in, Baxter. Mace is looking for me. He’ll be coming, you hear me? You won’t get away with this!” she screamed. “You won’t!”
“Oh, but I already have.” He stood by the only door and chuckled. “I’ll be back to deal with you soon enough, and I’ll show you what it’s like to be with a real man.” He grabbed at his junk lewdly and slammed the door behind him.
Becca shrank herself into a ball and sobbed. Her faith was dwindling. Baxter seemed confident, and all she could do was pray to God she’d be found before it was too late.