Cowboy up!

It occurred to me, as I was writing this post, that those of you in the UK might be unfamiliar with the term 'cowboy up' and might be imagining all kinds of lewd activity - not that that's a problem, being as this blog is all for lewd activity. I was trying to think of an English equivalent and came up with 'stepping up to the plate' - then I realized that was probably about baseball (don't ask me to explain baseball which I 'think' is rounders with pajamas and lots of money) and that maybe 'girding your loins' might do.

It's about stepping up, being the man/woman, being a hero and from what I've read so far in 'Sex in Public' that kind of describes a lot of the stories in there.

What else can I say about sex in public? Most of us have probably tried some form of it during that intense stage of lust when you just can't wait to get your hands on someone. Why is it so exciting? I'm hoping you are going to tell me in your comments. Fresh air on your bare skin, the thought of being discovered or watched - all of those things make it a huge turn on.

Let me take you back, back into the dim distant past when sex in public was not something that happened when my kids walked in. Let me take you back to Epping Forest. The make-out place for us Essex lasses and our boyfriends. You'd think you were alone until a twig snapped or the police did one of their slow drive bys and thirty old cars turned on their headlights and tried to get out of the mud and trees.

They do say love is blind - lust definitely is.

Anyway, here's a short excerpt from 'Cowboy Up" When you read it, picture the guy at the top of this post(or substitute a nice cowgirl)and enjoy...


Jen sniffed. “I’ve grown up but what about you? Nothing’s changed. You’re still trying to get in my pants.”

He blew softly on her exposed neck and then bit down hard. “And you’re still letting me.” After another quick glance at his oblivious neighbors, he grabbed Jen’s ankle and placed her foot on the second rung of the metal fence. He slid his hand under her skirt and up her leg until he met the lacy edge of her panties.

“You’re soaking.” He stroked the damp sliver of silk until he could feel her swollen clit through the fabric. “I’m going to make you come right here in front of all these people, and you’re going to let me.”

Beneath that calm exterior she’d always been wild with him. They’d had sex in any number of public places. The element of discovery had turned them both on. He wondered if any other man dared challenge her like this anymore. He’d been the bad boy at school. The one the girls were told to keep away from. But he and Jen had been best friends from their first day when she’d punched him for trying to look under her skirt.

Thinking of skirts…he slid one callused finger beneath her panties and plunged it deep into her core. Her lush scent surrounded him as he worked her. The slick wet sounds were masked by the roars of the crowd.



Have a great Monday and I mustn't forget to mention the fabulous and amazing Valentine's Day contest coming up soon! I just wish I was allowed to enter it myself but I suspect that's not allowed.