Tony2015
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"The Rancher's Daughter"
This role play needs a female writer.
Please PM me if you are interested.
Please do not simply post to it.
BTW
I have spoken for the female character in the reply below,
but it'll be the last time I will do that.
She will belong to the writer who joins me from here out.
I bring the ax down upon the big chunk of wood with great momentum. The big knot in its middle was refusing to allow me to divide it, but this time -- as I grunt with great exertion -- the two pieces fly out to left and right and the ax sinks deep into the chopping block. I rise tall, relieved and -- honestly -- proud of myself. Carl, the ranch's Foreman, had bet me an ice cold 22 ounce micro brew that I'd never split that son of a bitch, but I had.
I jerk the ax free, store it on the hooks on the side of the wood shed, and stack the results of my two hours of wood chopping. Time to claim my reward, I think, remembering the bet and looking off to the distant mountains to see the sun just a few degrees above them. Hour ... hour'n'a'half maybe 'til sundown. We don't punch a clock here on the Baker Ranch but instead work from dawn to dusk, making best use of the daylight hours. I can already sense the dropping temperatures, what with the lowering sun, the end of my exertion at the chopping block, and the absence of a shirt to keep the slight breeze off my muscular, sweating torso.
I turn to head for the bunk house and stop short at the sight of the rancher's daughter in all her amazing glory. I freeze, simply staring at those unbelievably beautiful tits.
"Carl sent me," she said, walking toward me. I only noticed the big bottle of beer in her hand when she stopped just out of arms reach and lifted it between us.
I had, by now, raised my gaze to her deep green eyes. Without looking down, I reached out to take the condensation coated bottle from her. I lifted it to my lips, took a long guzzle from it, then offered it back out to her. I let my gaze drop to those magnificent breasts again, looked back to her flawless, dramatic face, and asked with a devilish smirk, "Did he send you to me like this?"
(OOC: Obviously, they're gonna fuck. But ... is she ready to go at it right now...? Or is she teasing him for now? If this sound like something you want to write with me, PM me first.)
