Lil was a champion rodeo
bullrider.
She was handsome.
Chiseled jaw.
Sharp Nordic features.
Short cropped shining
bright blonde hair.
A weathered, smile with
pronounced lines
that could warm any
room or person.
She smiled, laughed,
and cut up a lot.
I liked that.
I saw her and she saw me,
my dark eyes,
over-mascaraed.
She was gritty and tough
but her heart was light
and loving.
She watched me all night
in my frilly green silky
dress and wanted me.
She knew I was a transwoman
and didn’t care.
In fact, somehow that made me
very lovely to her.
A femme and floppy,
gay as all hell transwoman.
When the dance hall closed
she approached me.
I saw her belt buckle and
her strong legs in cowboy jeans.
She asked me with a nod and
her eyes and so I let her take me
and lead me outside.
We walked 50 paces in the cold
Colorado spring night air,
then we came to her travel trailer.
Her hand had been strong but
gentle on my hips
the whole walk there.
At the door to the trailer,
she said, “Can I babe?”,
then she tilted back my pink hair
and kissed me strong but soft
and sensual.
I lost my breath and wanted more.
I put my hand on her chest
and asked her to take me inside.
In the soft shining warm lamp
light I dropped to my knees,
on old linoleum floor.
My dress split and I kissed her
thighs in jeans, clutching her
bullrider’s ass.
She unbuckled and I saw what
was pristine.
So I made love to her with my
mouth.
Silky, wet, strong.
I made her tumble.
I made her gasp.
She clutched my hair.
She said, “I’ll cum on you
if you cum on me”.
And I replied, “Hell yes”,
all moany.
She buckled over, spasming.
Then one minute later
she threw me on the couch
and humped me til I was a mess
and I was screaming and I
was screaming
with my lovely bullrider a top me.
I forgot my body.
I forgot my mind.
So I leaned in and kissed her
very very deep.
Two women softly humping
at that point.
Moaning and panting.
Yes,
we are proud women.
We are proud women.
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