![]() ![]() She pushed, and pushed, and pushed, and at some point Sally would wake up, her breath just as short as her brutalized steed's, back in the world she had left behind for sleep. ![]() Her heart bled for him, yet she could not help but spur him on, afraid of what the full might of the sun might bring. But she could feel him wheeze between her legs from exhaustion, his breath getting coarser and coarser, like his lungs were coated with a thick mud. Every time the sky threatened to brighten her flesh would start to sizzle and bubble in the orange light, so she'd kick her horse a little harder, he'd run a little faster, and the sky would get a little blacker. ![]() It wasn't a complicated dream it began and ended with her on horseback, racing through the desert, trying to beat the sunrise behind her. She had that dream again, the one that came around once every little while, whenever she started feeling too comfortable in her waking life. Speaking of pulpy western.Content warning: graphic violence, some racial slurs, a brief allusion to rape. I swear I don't do this to piss you off or feel superior to everyone. ![]() Head elsewhere if you just want a quick shot of the hot stuff this story is probably best read as a pulpy western that becomes a meditative romantic melodrama about halfway through. Hi everyone! If you're just here for the sex, this is a 35K word story and the sex doesn't happen for.quite a while. ![]()
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