Sage Sweetwater bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...
auction day was gray and snowy, you sat on the other side of the corral fence, you saw my tears, how much the farm meant to me, you bid 69 acres of land, the house and the barn where I f***ed my cowgirl wife who got tangled up with the neocheater preacher, left me in debt as high as the tumbleweed pile, emotionally broke,
auctioneer started the bidding, "I can afford that," you said, walked over to the auctioneer, he lifted his white straw hat, scratched his head, looked right at me, and nodded, "Are you sure?" he asked, you nodded, he threw his hands up in the air, "Going once...NOT!" packed up his remote mike, jumped on his flaming horse carriage with runners attached and rode his red horses galloping through the shocked crowd of bidders with a streamer of burning red tape, flying through the air, his red horns coming through his white straw hat, his red tail whipping gossip's ass, his hoofs spurring pussy on, you set the bankers paperwork on fire, "burn the bastard neocheater, I'm going to inspect the Jim Beam and rafters, rid your wife's scent with apples and Old Spice,"
who the hell you were I didn't know, but I am right where I need to be, "I had a trunk with a quilt made from all my siblings coats in this attic," you told me, "I lived in this house when I was a tomboy, I climbed this tree out this attic window above the porch, we owned these acres...how would you like to help me unload this antique featherbed and put it back up in its rightful place?"
S Firebrand Quarter Moon DoNot Bend scandalous glossy and The Devil tarot card in the mysterious old trunk, whiskey in my Mason, you know you set me on fire at midnight, I'm bringing out what is already in you, unbridled passion, are you right where you need to be, it's midnight, do you know where your woman is...do you...?
Reviews of "The Auctioneer, Jim Beam, the Rafters, Do You?"
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on April 23, 2007
Excellent insight and passion in this tale Sage. My favorite snippet is:
"you know you set me on fire at
midnight, I'm bringing out what is already in you,
unbridled passion, are you right where you need to
be, it's midnight..."
~Butch
Vivid and colourful, in many ways this brings back the fict-fact of my own country childhood... though I have to say it was truthfully NOTHING like this... but it is your visceral scenario and larger-than-life charactersiation... the rawness and the energy. In my own case, truth is so much stranger than fiction, but you always take fiction to another level anyways!!! On another note, I have lost touch with darlin Kenny and I think today is his birthday... If you're dialling him up on the airwaves, DOOOOOOOOOOOOO please give him a big smackerooney from me xoxoxoxoxoxox
Sage - sorry i'm late, guests leave in a few hours, must get my hat and coat - this is brilliant storytelling - does it come framed? You are incredible, no doubt about it,'Let your fiction grow out of the land beneath your feet' Willa Cather, unfortunately she says nothing about being dizzy down at the beach yet...hope you are well Sage - Nicky x
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"you know you set me on fire at
midnight, I'm bringing out what is already in you,
unbridled passion, are you right where you need to
be, it's midnight..."
~Butch
"rid your wife's scent with
apples and Old Spice," what a line ...
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D