Sage Sweetwater, unrivaled, bringing you the Upper Tier in lesbian erotica...Sage Sweetwater, the exceptional ARTIST of literary lesbian poetic prose...
Sage Sweetwater's Lesbian Erotica: While the Cast-Iron Skillet Baked Your Cornbread
...labial erection came in the winter of 1869, you, the bookkeeper for the whorehouse and gold mine, rag rug softened the ping of the half-pint Mason as my homemade orgasm sealed...masturbated while the cast-iron skillet baked your cornbread...
...they came for me, the law, said I used language the cattle barons fancied, marshall drug me on a stretcher behind the horse on the snow-covered prairie, posse followed, buffalo wallowed, the whiskey tasted like uncensored fire between your thighs - we passed an old oak tree - there hung a one-legged man, dangling knee, lynched for speaking too plain - hemp halter, he missed the bible train, justice of peace notified of the murder...
...postmaster stopped mailbag full in his tracks, marshall untied me, my wrists injected with hemp track marks, "there's nothing this sagebrush woman lacks - take her into the boarding house and draw her a hot bath, tomorrow she rises with the larks."...
...come sunup, marshall gave me a fresh horse, broke the seal, handed me a full whiskey bottle and pointed the way - Bighorns, Absarokas, and Rockies, cattle barons far and wide, federal agent tipped his hat, "Ma'am, you'll not be reprimanded for some "ill-defined wordage", get goin' now, those cattle barons are fat on their winter silage, lean on their verbiage."...
...saw you atop a horse, you owned the outfit, your vagina speaking up for me, nudging your denim-covered button, fucking the saddlehorn, the scent ripe for my taking..."I sent the telegraph...wired for marshall to bring me a woman of fire. I don't fuck a tenderfoot woman living in a law-abiding land, marshall is my brother, I am other."...
...labial erection came in the winter of 1869, you, the bookkeeper for the whorehouse and gold mine, rag rug softened the ping of the half-pint Mason as my homemade orgasm sealed...masturbated while the cast-iron skillet baked your cornbread...
The Lavender Outlaw is in the House! The Firebrand Rocks! Sage Sweetwater's Authors Den poetry being transcribed to song by Iceland Songwriter Finnur Bjarki Sage Sweetwater Lesbian Songwriter Inducted into Porterhouse Music http://porterhouse.aiminghigh.is/??
Having had a liking for labial erections since barely thirteeen, your opening paragraph seized my attention and held me captive while I savored the aroma of fresh-baking cornbread. Equally powerful, as always, are your historically accurate descriptions and vibrant accounts of social interchanges flowing like sap from a turned-on maple tree.
If there's any redeeming personal value for me, it's that I now know how to pass the time while my cornbread bakes. I just knew I could depend on you, my dear Sage, when the demands of the situation counted most.
With love and great respect for a uniquely talented author,
Richard
LOVE IT! LOVE IT! LOVE IT! It is going to take me all day to come down from this erotic, sensual write of a prairie woman on the hunt for another prairie woman.
I remember from my history, that prairie women spoke their minds and held nothing back. The prairie was harsh then, full of dangers of all kinds. The prairie women also worked beside the men to keep the homestead fires burning, and the cornbread baking in the ovens.
Thank you Sage, for sharing this wonderful lesbian story, of a woman who speaks her mind, erotically, sensually, and bravely.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & many sisterly hugs from little sister, Barbie
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
