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© Vixen
Right up to the gate she came, he knew full her plans. Seductive, limber and lean - eyes that burn into a cowboys soul.
Back and forth she paced, her body suggesting what could be. He reached for her and she spun and with a flick of her head she enticed him.
Impressing her could not be done, a strong but gentle hand is what she required. She knew what he was after, just one thing, her spirit would not be broken.
With a sweetness in his hand she could not refuse, the bit he slid into place.
"he has won the battle"
The cowboy believes he has won the battle, reality is, he is lost to her seductive powers.
The cowboy full of pride, sits within the saddle unware the Vixen has won the battle. He has no idea of what has happen, he still believes the control is his.
In the blink of an eye he lands in the dust. With a look he could almost swear, that damn mare was laughing at what she had done.
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Dee {DBM}
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