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It is May 1853 and your a young married woman

2/12/2004

It is May 1853 and you’re a young married woman that is coming
across the country in a wagon train. Your marriage had been
arranged by your families for business reasons so, he was
much older then you were. You had grown up in a wealthy family
outside of Charleston, South Carolina and while, you were
use to luxury but were not spoiled by it. His family, were
wealthy cotton merchants and he had taken over the business
from his daddy. Your marriage had been one of convenience
rather then love, he was overweight and very soft, arrogant
and not that smart.
Your wedding night had been a disaster, because your were
still a virgin you had been very nervous about it. At the
same time you were also excited about having a man enter
you. You had seen how the plantation women had seemed to
enjoy sex and had played with yourself until you were warm
and wet. You had fantasized about how good it would feel
having a man inside of you and letting your passions explode
together. You had even fantasized about some of the big
strong plantation men taking you in the fields like the
plantation women got taken. But you were genteel and were
not suppose to think that way so had hopped that your wedding
night would be a night of unbridled passion. That night
you had waited expectantly but he was very drunk when he
came to bed. Rather then looking at your beautiful naked
body, he got into bed, keeping you under the covers, assumed
the top position, put is somewhat hard cock into your pussy
a few times and that was it.
That had been a sample of your sex life since, he would come
to bed and perform enough to satisfy himself then roll over
and go to sleep. He had never tried to see your naked body
or ever do anything to satisfy you. Of course, this is the
1850's and women (good women) were not supposed to
know about great sex and orgasms. You now understood why
your mamma had always looked so unhappy and unsatisfied.

Your spirit had leaped at the prospect of the wagon train
trip to California when your husband had told you that he
had made arrangements to go there and open a mercantile
store. The miners needed clothes and he had access to the
cotton and labor to make them. One thing you had to admit
about him he did know business and could make money.
Originally he was going to go alone, but you had managed
to convince him to allow you to go on the wagon train too.
You had packed up your goods and traveled by ship to New Orleans,
from there up the Mississippi River on a steamboat to St.
Louis. You had watched with a secret envy as the women of
the river had taken gentlemen to their cabins to allow their
passions to explode. You had tried to get your husband to
fantasize about you being one of them but he was repulsed
by the idea. You had figured that it was his strict religious
upbringing until one night you saw him go with one of those
women. It had made you very mad but by then you were almost
happy that he didn’t bother you with his needs and you could
fantasize about someone else. You had come to accept that
sex wasn't going to be a big part of your marriage any
more then it had been your mammas. Because this was 1853
divorce was not an option and women just couldn't have
affairs. So you would do your wifely duties eventually
having your own children to love. At least you could fantasize
about the Captain and had noticed how several times he had
looked at you with desire. Just thinking about how it might
me had made you wet and been a great orgasm for a couple of
nights before your husband came to bed.
Your had left St. Louis with a wagon train in March 1853 and
headed West. You loved the sense of freedom the open planes
had given you. It was dusty and dirty but you had loved it.
At night your husband had come to bed so exhausted that you
didn't have to worry about his needs. It was erotic
because you could hear the other women in their wagons as
their men took them. You could always tell the next day those
that had love made to and those that had serviced their husbands.
Those that had made love just seemed to glow but the rest
just looked tired.
You had crossed into the Cheyenne territory and the men
were on guard for Indians and trouble. You had read that
the Cheyenne were one of the fiercest warrior tribes. Late
one afternoon you had gone upstream to bathe. You were looking
forward to rinsing the dirt from your body. It was a beautiful
day, the sun was out and the grass was green. The trees were
just showing their leaves and rustled in the wind. The stream
was dancing as it cast sparkling blue reflections of the
sky above. It was such a nice day that you had wandered a little
farther away from the camp then you should have. It was great
to feel the sun on your face and hear the wind in the trees
without the noise from the camp that you just couldn't
resist going a little further.
I had watched your wagon train for days without anyone knowing.
My war party was waiting for just the right time to steal
horses and other goods. I know that the whites always let
their guards down after they had been in our territory for
awhile and not seen anything. We had planned to attack just
before dark, that way they could not follow until the morning
and by then we would be far away. I had watched from the reeds
with a couple of braves until I saw you wandering off. At
that point I knew what I wanted to take. I followed you from
the opposite side of the river making sure that you didn't
know I was there. You looked lovely in your blue dress as
it gently blew in the breeze. I liked the way your full breasts
bulged at the top of you dress. You hair was tied back but
I wanted to see how it looked hanging down off your bare shoulders.
While the other braves began to move slowly towards your
camp I moved ever closer to where you were my eyes hungrily
looking at your sexy body. I couldn't help but feel
my cock begin to swell thinking about taking you to my lodge
and ravaging your body on the special bear skin rug that
I had saved for just such an opportunity. I could have taken
one of the maidens in my camp or one of the other camps of the
people but I had always known I wanted something different.
Many of the maidens would have gladly come to my lodge, I
was a good hunter and have counted many coup for such a young
warrior.
You had found a nice spot where there was a little beach so
you could wash. You had really wanted to take off your dress
and go swimming but had decided that washing would just
have to do. You scooped up some water in your bucket dipped
your wash cloth and began to wipe away the dirt. It was amazing
how much dirt was on your body and in no time your water was
brown. You bent down to dump it out and get more clean cool
water. This time you would use the sweet smelling soap that
had come all the way from Paris. It smelled like roses and
just made you feel clean all over. You washed your hands
and face then unbuttoned your dress. You unlaced your petticoat
top so you could wash your breasts. You liked the way your
breasts looked, they were firm with big round nipples not
to bid just the right size. You could feel the sun on your
breasts as you began to wash them. The cold water caused
your nipples to get hard as you used the sweet smelling soap.
You couldn't help but to get aroused as you washed.
You looked around and no one was in sight so you decided to
wash up between your legs. You sat down in the grass by the
stream and pulled your dress and petticoats up. The warm
sun felt good on your now bare exposed legs. You dipped your
cloth in the water and began to slowly wash up the inside
of your thighs. You closed your eyes and began to fantasize
about how good it would feel if you had a man doing this. You
spread your legs further apart and began to gently rub the
inside of your thighs. You're bringing your hand closer
and closer to your pussy. A faint smile is showing on your
lips as you get closer to your now wet pussy and you begin
to fantasize.
As I am watching from the rushes my now swollen cock gets
even harder when you bend over to get your water. I watch
silently as you unbutton your dress and I see you luscious
tits. Your nipples are large and round just made for a man
to suck on and gently nibble. It is all I can stand to do not
to kidnap you right then but I know I must wait until the other
braves make their move or I could upset the raid. When you
set down and begin to wash between your legs my passion swells
until my brain hurts. God I want you, I want to take you again
and again until we are both completely spent and exhausted.
I can't help myself but a contented smile is on my face
as I watch you begin to wash and massage your pussy. I can
smell your warm aroma and even faintly taste your salty
musk. My cock is rock hard and bulging and like a stallion
it wants out of my loincloth. I slowly and silently mover
closer and closer to you.
I hear the first war whoop and know that the raid has begun.
Now I quickly move to take my prize.
Your lost is pleasure gently massaging you pussy when you
hear a war whoop in the distance. You open your eyes to see
a half-naked Cheyenne warrior not more then 20 feet away
and coming at you.
To be continued:
I have watched as you were immersed in your pleasure. Silently
approaching until I was only just a few steps away. With
the sound of the war whoop I moved quickly to take my prize.
In three bounding steps I was upon you.
Frozen in place by the shock and astonishment of seeing
a half naked savage so close to you, you hesitated. Before
you could move, scream or think you were rolled over on your
stomach and your arms were grasp by strong hands. Now you
knew that this was not a dream and began to resist. You had
heard that the Indians would white women before killing
them and knew you had to fight. You tried but the hands that
grasp your arms were too strong and in an instant your arms
were bound behind your back. You were roughly lifted off
of the ground and the savage lifted you over his shoulder
as if you were a bag of cotton the workers use to gather on
your plantation. You started screaming but realized that
you were so far away from the wagon train and with the noise
of the attack no one would hear you. Fear gripped your heart,
you knew that you were totally helpless now. You were quickly
carried upstream to a waiting horse. You though that perhaps
here is where I would finish what I was going to do and began
to steel yourself to what you knew was coming. It surprised
you when the savage placed you on the horse and climbed up
behind you. You could feel his naked chest on your back as
the horse began to gallop away.
You could hear the sounds from the wagon train fight grow
faint as you continued to ride away. Gradually, your fear
was replaced with hope, while you might not have regretted
dying that much, it would have released you from what would
have been a loveless life you had never thought that anything
like this would happen to you. You realized that your legs
were open and the horse was between them. You had never been
allowed to ride like this, decent women rode sidesaddle
not with their legs open. The constant motion of the horse
between your legs gave you something to consentrate on
besides what was going to happen. You began to calm down
and began to feel how close I was behind you on the horse.
You also couldn't help but admire the magnificent
animal that was carrying both of us. I was a beautiful white
stallion. We rode through the tall grasses further and
further from all you had known and your security. Whether
it was from the shock and fear of being abducted you didn't
know but you fell asleep after we had ridden until the late
hours of the night.
I had quickly bound your arms and put you on my shoulder to
take you away. I liked the way you felt as I lifted you on my
shoulder. Your ass felt firm in my hand as I carried you back
to wekasha my horse. I lifted you onto wekasha's back
and climbed on quickly and began to ride away. I liked how
our bodies constantly touched as wekasha carried us over
the open grasses. The stars began to come out as the sun went
to bed for the night. We rode further and further away from
the wagon train in order to make sure none could follow.
I held you close as you fell asleep. I couldn't help
feeling my cock begin to stir again when your tits rubbed
on my arms. The closeness of your ass and my by now hard cock
tantalized me but I knew that we must get further away and
just like when I tamed wekasha, he had to give his spirit
to me I could not take it. So it would be with you, you would
give me your wetness, and take all of my cock with surrender.
I knew that many of the braves would just take a woman fucking
them without mercy. Many of the women would act like they
enjoyed it but when you looked at them afterwards you could
see that it was just an act. I had observed that when a woman
surrendered her spirit and the man accepted that gift in
humility and with honor that the woman would glow after
her man had completely fuck and satisfied her needs. It
was a mutual thing that when a woman gave in to the man and
the man gave back to the woman that a great magic would happen.

We rode until almost daybreak before you woke.
You woke with a start and were confused until you realized
where you were. A mixture of emotions assailed you, fear,
freedom, wonder and hunger. You realized you were hungry
after not eating since yesterday at noon. You realized
that I was not going to kill you or I would have done it back
when I abducted you. As we rode along you actually began
to enjoy the sense of freedom, here you were riding a magnificent
stallion across the plains with a strong half naked man
behind you like some of the dime romance novels that you
had read.
We slowed as we approached a valley that was thick with trees
and had a small stream flowing through. You could smell
wood smoke and almost hoped it was a party of white men that
would rescue you from your dime novel adventure. As we closed
on the fire you could see it was a group of about 15 Indian
warrior and guessed that it was the group that had hit the
wagon train. You knew you were right when you saw Gustafensen's
prize ponies in the heard of horses that were nearby. The
savage slipped of the stallion and immediately lifted
you off. You cringed as he pulled his knife but relaxed when
the sharp blade was used to cut free your arms. He directed
you to the fire where you could be warmed. He also took his
knife and cut off a piece of sizzling meat that was roasting
on the fire and gave it to you, then cut a piece for himself.

The meat tasted wonderful and you had not realized how hungry
you were until you began to eat. You looked around the group
of Indians and began to notice how some of them were looking
at you. It both excited you and terrified you that you may
be repeatedly by all of them. One of the savages had
a look of lust and desire in his eyes. His look also scared
you because you could sense more there and danger as well.
You just knew that you wanted to stay close to the one that
had brought you here. For some reason you felt more secure
with him that he was not going to hurt you.
As a young girl on the plantation you had listened to the
slaves talk in the various African dialects that had survived
and found that you could pick up languages very easy. You
hoped that might help you to survive here now. You listened
intently as your savage, as you now thought of him, talked
with the other braves.
I was happy to see that none of the warriors that had gone
on my raiding party had been killed or injured and they had
taken a great number of ponies. I lifted my beauty off when
we stopped and cut her arms free. I cut a piece of elk off of
the haunch that was roasting in the fire and gave it to her
then cut a piece for my self. She looked so scared and yet
so brave and proud as she began to eat eagerly at the meat.

"So this is the special pony that you went to get huh?"
Little Eagle asked me with a smile.
"Ah yes she is a proud one that you will have fun taming."
Piped in Water Otter with a good-natured chuckle.
I told them it looked like they had also gotten a good group
of ponies.
"Lone Wolf managed to get the two special ponies."
Water Otter told me with a knowing look.
Lone Wolf was named properly he was. He only thought of himself.
When on a raiding party he would make sure that he took the
best and left the rest for the others. He burned to be a chief
but had not learned that to lead you couldn't always
take the best for yourself. This behavior also applied
to his wives, he was one that would just fuck them without
thinking of their needs. His wives were some of the most
miserable and unhappy in the camp. Several of his captive
wives had tried to run away and one had killed herself rather
then to continue living with his abuse. While it bothered
me to have allowed him on this raiding party it would have
not been proper not to take him. It also bothered me how he
treated his wives but one man can't tell another how
to live.
I sat with my friends and talked about how the raid went.
The whole time I couldn't take my eyes off of my beauty.
Her hair was the color of the sun and her eyes the color of
a deep mountain lake. I just loved how her firm breasts bulged
on the top button of her dress. I could see the curve of her
firm ass as she turned around. I was so busy watching her
I didn't notice Lone Wolf approach.
"Big Eagle, I have two wonderful ponies that I captured.
Because you didn’t capture any on this raid I might consider
giving you one for the woman" Lone Wolf said after
he had sat.
Even if I didn't see the glint in his eyes, the fact that
he had asked so quickly would have told me how much he wanted
my beauty.
You had listened intently as your savage talked with the
others at the fire. You couldn't help but notice how
the one savage that sat by himself kept looking at you it
made you cold inside. You moved closer to the fire and the
safety of your savage. You noticed that your savage was
strongly built with fine wide shoulders and arms. His legs
bristled with muscles from many hours on horseback. His
face was finely chiseled with a strong jaw and white teeth.
You were trying to look but at the same time trying not to
act like you were looking too. When the one savage that had
been setting by himself approached and sat down you knew
even without speaking Cheyenne what was being said by the
look in his eyes. He was trying to buy you for Gustafesen's
prize ponies. You knew how the Indians prized ponies and
those horses were prize stock. God what could you do if your
savage traded you for those horses. You knew that you would
end up killing yourself first rather then to go with him.
You looked intently at your savage's eyes and felt
a flood of gratitude and relief by what you saw there. His
eyes never left yours. You could feel them looking deep
into your soul. What passed between you and him was an almost
magical experience for you, you knew you were safe and protected
and you have never before felt.
"Alright I will give you both ponies for that one."
Lone Wolf finally offered.
I looked at my beauty's eyes and was lost inside them.
No my brother I can not trade for her now or ever but I thank
you for your generous offer. I told him to close off any other
conversation about this matter. The look that my beauty
gave me when she looked again at me caused those small butterflies
in my stomach.
We must go on today to make sure that the whites don't
catch up to us.
All the warriors made ready to leave and I approached my
beauty to put her on wekasha
When she came up and said something to me while I didn't
understand the word I understood what the look in her eyes
said to me "noweesh" thank you that look said
more then any language could.
You watched as the group began to prepare to leave with relief.
You knew that your savage had just turned down Gustafesen's
prized ponies for you. You approached him to thank him but
the look in his eyes told you more then any language could.
"Thank You for not trading me" you told him.
He looked perplexed at first then said "noweesh".
You had learned your first word of Cheyenne.
You were lifted aboard the horse again and he slipped up
behind you. You could feel his bare chest on your back and
his strong arms around you gently touching your breasts
as he guided the horse. You could feel the horse once again
between your legs and couldn't help but begin to feel
his arousal as your bodies rocked gently together on the
horse. You knew you were with a man that when the time came
he would take you and enter your warm wetness as you had only
dreamed about.
To be continued:
The wide-open grasslands seemed to go to the end of the earth
as you rode in front of your savage. The tall grass waved
gently in the breeze like the waves of the ocean. You couldn't
help but begin to enjoy the absolute freedom that you felt.
Here you were miles away from all you had know or been riding
on an incredible stallion with an absolutely hard sexy
man riding behind you and yet under his protection and control.
You decided to try to talk with him and find out more about
him.
With sign language you point at yourself and say your name
then point to him with a questioning look. It almost seems
as if he had read your mind because he responds almost immediately
by pointing at himself and saying something. After several
attempts you are able to pronounce it but don't know
what it means. He points at an enormous bird soaring in the
distance in the blue sky. Oh You realize that it is an Eagle
and he his making a sign for something big "Big Eagle"
must be his name. He points to you and says your name softly.
You can see by his expression that he does not know what it
means and don't know how to explain that it is just a
name. You can see something in his dark eyes that seems to
reach down into your very soul and see things that no one
has ever seen. There is intelligence and something else
there too. You feel that pitter patter of butterflies deep
in your stomach that is excitement, fear, passion, humor
and a hundred other emotions rolled into one as you look
into those eyes.
You know you have to look away or you will be lost forever,
so you try to consentrate on the incredible beauty you can
see. Off in the distance the other Indian warriors are herding
the ponies over the green plains. Further off you can see
herds of Buffalo and gazelle grazing on the waving grasses.
The sun is warm on your face as we ride along with our bodies
closely entwined. Your thoughts are interrupted when
Big Eagle suddenly shouts something and the horse begins
to run. At first your startled until you realize how much
fun it is and how wild to be galloping across the deep grass
with the wind in your face as this incredible stallion begins
to really take flight. It takes your breath away with the
excitement you had never been able to do this ever before.
God what freedom and exhilaration this was. After awhile,
Big Eagle slowed the horse down to a walk again. When you
turned around he had a big smile almost a big as yours was
and you knew that he had run the horse for you. His smile was
so much like a little boy that it made your heart almost stop.
You could feel your desire for him beginning to be almost
overpowering. You could feel yourself getting wet again
from the excitement and wanted Big Eagle to take you now.
But you knew you couldn't just let him your married
and he would have to take you in order to keep your honor.

I loved the look of joy on your face after I had let Wekasha
run. Your smile was like a sunbeam after a storm. That was
it, your name was Sunbeam not that useless white name that
meant nothing. God how I wanted to take you then but I knew
it was not yet the right time. You would have let me but had
not completely given yourself to me that would come later.

We rode the rest of the morning and by early afternoon you
could see an Indian Village ahead. It was on the banks of
a gently flowing stream. Smoke slowly arched upward from
several of the Teepees in the gentle breeze. You could see
groups of men and women waiting for this group to come in.
As we got closer, Big Eagle directed the horse to an older
woman and an attractive younger one that were waiting.
With a certain amount of panic you thought the younger one
must be his wife.
You almost breathed a sigh of relief when your found out
the young woman was his sister and the older one his mother.
You thought this is crazy, I am married and yet I am worrying
about if Big Eagle is married or not.
Big Eagle says something to the two women then leaves you
with them as he takes his horse away to the meadow.
You are shocked when the older woman begins to speak to you
in broken English.
She tells you that her name is meadowlark and the young one
is morning dew. She tells you that her husband had been a
trapper or mountain man and that is where she had learned
English. She also explains Morning Dew and Big Eagle can
speak some English but just don't normally use it so
they don't speak it well. She says that her son had told
her that he had watched you for many days before the raid
and had planned to bring you here. She said that they would
take you down to the stream to wash and clean up and to talk.

The stream gently flowed past large cottonwoods and oaks
as it passed by the village. The water was clear and you could
see several fish swimming lazily just beneath the surface
as you walked through the grass to the sandy bank. A faint
sweet smell floated on the air almost beyond the perception
of your nose.
The cool clear water feels wonderful and almost erotic
as you step into it. meadowlark tells you to take off your
dress so that they can clean it. At first you’re a little
bit embarrassed and so only take off your dress but she tells
you to strip naked. She is nice about it but you know that
one way or another they will be cleaning your clothes. You
slowly unbutton your dress and let it fall to the grass.
Then begin to unlace your petticoats and allow each to fall
to the ground until your totally naked. The look in MeadowLark's
eyes says that she approves of the way you look and she takes
your clothes downstream to clean them. Morning Dew stays
and you realize she is there to watch over you as you bathe.
She gave you some type of a soap to clean yourself. In the
late afternoon sunlight you can see your white skin that
was under your dress contrasted by your suntanned arms.
You like the way you look naked, your breasts are firm and
your legs strong. You wash the dirt and dust from the ride
off then realize that your clothes are all wet and you have
nothing dry to wear. Morning Dew hands you a blanket to wrap
around yourself for the walk back to the village. Walking
barefoot through the grass is something that you had not
been able to do since being a kid and was delicious and sensual.

Upon returning to the village meadowlark pointed out a
Teepee and told you to go in. You entered and saw a small fire
smoldering in the center and the largest bear skin you had
ever seen on a bed on the other side. There was also a collection
of blankets next to it. The bearskin looked so inviting
that you just had to sit on it. You could feel your naked bottom
on the skin as you sat down. It was very soft and comfortable
and felt great. The insides of your legs were soar from riding
all day and it felt good to just sit and rest. You could hear
the other women outside doing something and guessed they
were hanging your clothes to dry. You began to fantasize
about making wild passionate love on this bearskin and
having Big Eagle take you again and again in so many different
ways. You knew that tonight Big Eagle would have you but
that you would have to resist at least enough to preserve
your honor as a married woman. Just thinking about how much
you would enjoy having a man, that was all man, take you and
fuck you like you had always hoped to be fucked but not had
ever been, began to make your pussy wet and ready. God I have
to stop this or I won't be able to resist when he comes
in and I will jump him you thought with a smile.
You covered up as meadowlark came into the teepee with food.
You realized that maybe they would also be sleeping in this
teepee tonight too and would be able to see you being fucked.
You were a shocked to think that maybe what was going to happen
after all you were not a savage. Meadowlark must have read
your mind because she said that she and Morning Dew were
in the next teepee and that you would need to feed Big Eagle
when he came in.
The meat stew smelled wonderful you could see wild onions
and other roots in it and while you were very hungry something
told you to wait for Big Eagle to arrive. The flap of the teepee
was opened and Big Eagle walked in. His approach had been
so silent that you had not heard him until the flap was lifted.
You could see that he had also bathed and was clean. He approached
the bearskin and sat down and motioned that he was ready
to eat.
"Ok big eagle you mother told me you can speak English
so you don't need t pretend that you don't"
you said with a smile
At first you weren't sure if you had made him mad by this
but a slow smile spread across his face.
I thought, women they all stick together, why had my mother
told you that? but then, I thought that it had taken courage
to say what you had and how really I was happy because now
I could talk with you.
Now that you know that Sunbeam, can I eat or will you starve
me. I said with a smile. I liked your modesty as you tried
to cover up with the blanket and still dish up the stew. You
movements were smooth and fluid like a deer running. You
gave me my food first as was proper then got some yourself.

"Who is sunbeam? You had asked.
I explained that was you and your new Cheyenne name. We talked
while we ate and I told you about how I had killed the bear
that we sat upon.
Night had fallen outside and the sounds of crickets and
bullfrogs singing their mating calls could be heard outside.
We walked outside to wash our hands in the water skin outside.
While we were out there you could see the stars twinkling
brightly above in the black sky and knew that soon I would
be taking you back inside to fuck you and make you mine. But
you knew that you still had to resist.
We went back in and I told you to sit on the bearskin. You said
that you were married and that by white standards you just
couldn't open your legs and let me fuck you. When I smiled
and said Ok you were totally confused because you had thought
I would just take you and you could resist. When that didn't
happen you were not sure what to do. Then, I said that I had
noticed that the insides of your legs were sore and that
I was going to put on some salve to help it you thought that
might be OK. I slowly started rubbing the cool ointment
up the inside of your legs. I started at your ankles and moved
up your calves. Ever higher and closer to your most private
and personal spot my hand came. You knew that you should
stop me but it just felt so good and after all I was just putting
on this ointments to help your pain. Your legs began to feel
like rubber and you couldn't keep them together as
my hand comes closer and closer to your forbidden married
pussy. Your breath began to be, almost gasps as closer and
closer I came to touching you're by now drenched love
hole. You thought that I would just get on top of you about
now and begin to fuck you, after all isn't that what
men do, fuck the woman and cum deep inside then they are satisfied.
But when I don't but keep coming closer to your pussy
until my hand is just barely touching your pussy. You feel
me very gently spreading the lips of your wet pussy and slowly
and gently touching your now swollen clit. You can feel
the blanket as I open it up and admire your naked body by the
firelight. You don't understand why being naked in
front of me does not embarrass you, but you know how much
I want you by the desire in my eyes. You can feel my finger
beginning to penetrate deep into your forbidden married
pussy and know that you should resist but you just can't
seem to control your desires anymore as lust begins to consume
you.
More to follow; I have many more stories but need feedback
as to what you enjoy, if you like this please let me know,
it is difficult to write in a vacuum.
OceanSeaDude

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i liked, very nice story i would love to find out what else
happened

6/20/2006

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Very well done! Thanks!

6/21/2006

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I absolutely loved it!!! The way that the 2 people told the
story from their point of view. I found it sexy, arousing
and the sensuality and passion underneath the words was
palpable. I certainly hope that there are more of these
stories. I love reading about Native Americans, and I absolutely
agree that they are very sensual and incorporate all the
elements around them in their passion, especially with
their women. Please please write some more, I can hardly
wait for the next one!!!

6/21/2006

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That was great. Now I want to know what happens next.



Hugs & Kisses, Am

6/21/2006

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Keep writing you have me on the edge. The passion building
for these two are just wonderful.. Keep it up look forward
to more of your stories

6/21/2006

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This is such a great story. I really loved it. I hope that
you are able to finish it. Really like to know what happens.

6/21/2006

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Bring on the rest of the
story. You really got me interested in this one and now I
want to read the ending

6/21/2006

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I agree with all the other responses. I want to know what
happens; so, please finish this great story. I read alot
of romance novels and the ones Cassie Edwards writes about
Native Americans are my favorites. Your story will be one
of my favorites too. Keep them coming!

6/22/2006

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Well, I know he will fuck her to great organisms. But I still
want to read about his invasion of her pussy with his long
hard cock. Finish the story please.

6/22/2006

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Dude you have some imagination and your imagery is pretty
good to. Perhaps you should write a books of historical
erotic short stories. Frenchman in freezing Russia rescued
by luscious Russian peasant, Englishman seduced by coy
Lusitanian (Napoleonic wars). Get your research right
though.

6/22/2006

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Where is the rest of the story? I gotta know more![COLOR
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6/22/2006

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Yes, please finish the story. I wonder how you would do with
female to female extremely passionate love story

6/22/2006