[The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne
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				Title: <strong>[The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 23:05:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Virgil Matthews<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-Morning<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Shopping and building a bonfire<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cowboy boots, blue jeans, a black white beater, plaid short sleeve button up left open, with a black Stetson<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cheyenne<br><br>After the orientation meeting which didn’t hold any surprises for him, having been a member of a Community before, he gave Cheyenne plenty of time to meet with the Mayor and Midwife to make an appointment to have all of her questions answered. Once she was done, he once again opened the doors for her and opened her side of the truck for her before they headed into town to get the supplies that he had already pre-ordered.<br><br>On the way, he informed her that if she needed anything to either let him know or go ahead and get it. They did make two other stops though. One at the grocery store so he could pick up a good bottle of red wine and a small bottle of massage oil. The second stop was at the florists where he bought a dozen and a half roses. Once he got the box out to his truck, he pulled out his ever present pocket knife and clipped one of the roses about two inches back from the blossom then shaved off the thorns before he climbed back into the truck.<br><br>Leaning in, he brushed her blonde hair back away from her face and used the rose to keep it out of her face as he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips, “A pretty flower for a beautiful woman.”<br><br>Then with his truck loaded down with supplies, he drove back to the ranch. Once they were back, he ran around the back of the truck and grabbed one of the folded saddle blankets he kept there in case of emergencies and tossed it on the hood of his truck. As he helped her from the truck, he pulled her to his body and lifted her up by her firm ass and set her down on the blanket, careful not to break the kiss.<br><br>Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, he growled almost hungrily, “Trust me. This won’t go down now on the hood. Just a little warm up.”<br><br>With that he went back to kissing her, but he didn’t stay at her lips for too long. Instead, his lips moved down to her chin where he kissed and nibbled along her jawline to her neck. He took his time working down along her jawline and neck down to her shoulders as his calloused hands kneaded her buttocks in his hands. He felt her much more delicate hands go to his head. Whether to hold him closer or push him away, he didn’t know. But he wouldn’t be refused just yet.<br><br>He had no intention of taking her here and now. His plan was simple in its elegance, difficult in its execution. He was going to stoke her fires so high and hot that there would be no hesitation tonight when he took her to bed and gave her as much pleasure as he could over the course of the night.<br><br>It was simple in that he hadn’t found a woman he couldn’t arouse; it would be difficult in that he wanted to get enough work done around the ranch that they didn’t have to worry about getting up with the predawn to actually work.<br><br>After he had gone over both shoulders and his hands having drifted from her ass to her hips, he broke away, slowly. Both out of reluctance and also to give her a second to catch her breath and possibly her balance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 07:57:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/05/39/d5/0539d594001e871d53c6ee4f755ba0dd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cheyenne Bailey<br><strong>Time:</strong> Morning<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Meanwhile...back at the ranch.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black knit dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil<br><br>The orientation was laid back, but very informative.&nbsp; Both the Mayor and his secretary answered most of her questions and when she finally left the meeting, she felt her level of anxiety had lessoned considerably.&nbsp; &nbsp;At least now she had a better idea of what was expected of her in the coming days and months.&nbsp; They scheduled a one-on-one appointment with the Midwife later in the week, and she was told she should begin keeping a calendar of her cycles in order to know when she might be ovulating.&nbsp; <br><br>On their drive back to the ranch, Virgil made a few stops to pick up things he needed, which gave Cheyenne an opportunity to do a little grocery shopping for herself.&nbsp; Her cupboards were bare back at the cabin and she knew was going to have to start eating healthier in order to keep her body in the best shape possible prior to conception. <br><br>She was more than a little curious when he made a quick run into a local flower shop, but was pleasantly surprised when he returned with a box of beautiful, long-stemmed red roses, trimming off one and placing it in her hair after giving her another little smooch.&nbsp; <br><br>“Awww!&nbsp; You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you!”&nbsp; She smiled softly.&nbsp; “Thank you, cowboy”. <br><br>After he pulled into the driveway, there were more surprises waiting for her.<br><br>He couldn’t see the perplexed look on her face as she watched him grab up a horse blanket and begin to spread it out across the hood of his truck.&nbsp; “What the…?” she mumbled to herself before he opened her door and practically carried her around to sit on top of it.<br><br>His lips were busy getting reacquainted with hers as he stood there between her smooth, bare legs.&nbsp; Her feet dangled on either side of him as he leaned into her.&nbsp; The dress she wore was now pushed up higher, revealing a pair of well-toned thighs and giving Virgil a bird's eye view of her crotch that was thankfully covered with red satin undies!&nbsp; They were both breathing heavy before he finally retreated for a breath of air, his warm breath fanning across her soft skin as he assured her he had no intention of taking her right then and there.<br><br>“Well, I was about to say, I don’t think I’m even ovulating yet”, she teased him, a little laugh escaping her plump, smiling lips. <br><br>His lips claimed hers once more and she eagerly wrapped both arms around his neck, kissing him full on, allowing herself to relax and indulge in his kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;No doubt, he was a sexy kisser.&nbsp; It felt as though every nerve ending in her body was vibrating at once.&nbsp; &nbsp;She couldn’t remember the last time someone had kissed her like that.&nbsp; Virgil had ignited a flame that threatened to consume her from the inside out.<br><br>When he pulled away once more, she gave a half groan, half whimper, not wanting it to end just yet.<br><br>“Wait…what?&nbsp; Was I doing it wrong?” she asked in a breathless voice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 01:48:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Virgil Matthews<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-Morning<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Trying to keep from being consumed, ranch work<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cowboy boots, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a tan cowboy hat<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cheyenne<br><br>Virgil laughed, “You don’t necessarily have to be at your most fertile in order to get pregnant, sweetheart. Besides, this isn’t about getting you pregnant. This is about making your first time a pleasurable and memorable event.”<br><br>When she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back into a kiss, he didn’t fight it. However, he did have to part from her or it wouldn’t be the memory he wanted to tailor just for her.<br><br>Breaking away, he said huskily, “No, you most certainly were not doing it wrong. I’m breaking off so I don’t spoil it and ravish you here and now.”<br><br>Helping her down off the hood, he gave her backside a gentle swat as she started walking back towards her cabin, “Trust me, I’m going to be teasing you and getting you ramped up all day until <em>you</em> tell me it’s time to go to bed. And I won’t refute you. Even if it’s only three in the afternoon. I’ll just ask for time to get cleaned up and set somethings up.”<br><br>“Now all I can ask, is that you wear a skirt today. I promise to not take your cherry until you’re ready, but I aim to drive you crazy with lust by the time you’re ready to go.” Said Virgil with a grin as he took the box of roses into his house and put them in the sink with some water, but the bottle of wine in the fridge and put the massage oil in the night stand. Then changed back into his work clothes and set about getting the rest of the heffers milked before unloading the supplies from the truck.<br><br>Once that was done, he set about cleaning a couple stables before firing up the tractor and hooking up the lawnmowing attachment and set to mowing out a section of the lawn near the main house for the bonfire he’d volunteered to have the next night for everyone to attend as a meet and greet. Once he had a nice stack of wood set up, he called out, “Hey, Cheyenne, we need to get Calypso ready for breeding.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>29-06-2016, 03:04:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6zLiBi6c4/V1ZOfMs42iI/AAAAAAAARYU/IkpD7MlefNQR8B8K6UN4N2pw5rrgJkQ9gCLcB/s1600/hunter-king-serena-18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cheyenne Bailey<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late afternoon&nbsp; <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Please me, don't tease me!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black summer dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil<br><br>&nbsp;“Awww”, she fretted as he helped her down from the truck, “sounds more like you’re planning on torturing me, not teasing me!” she came back at him, giving a little pouty face, followed by a teasing wink.<br><br>Heading back to her cabin with groceries in hand, she glanced back over her shoulder to watch Virgil as he disappeared behind the door and into his own place.&nbsp; <em>Damn if he didn't look fine from behind, too!</em>&nbsp; Parts of her body were still tingly from their little make-out session there on the hood of his truck.&nbsp; She literally had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from begging him to take her right then and there.&nbsp; The way he touched her and kissed her left her burning and aching for more… more of <em>him</em>.&nbsp; Cheyenne wanted to feel everything he offered to give and then some.&nbsp; But she held herself in check and kept those thoughts to herself, not wanting to make a complete fool of herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking through her closet later than afternoon, she selected a light, flowery summer dress that met at least one of his specifications, that of being “short”.&nbsp; Hearing Virgil call after her, she hurriedly slipped her feet into a pair of black and tan cowgirl boots (http://www.westernboots.me/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/cheap_cowboy_boots_under_50_dollars.jpg) and stopped in front of an oval mirror long enough to run her fingers through her long, blonde tresses.&nbsp; <br><br>Slinging her black veterinary bag over one shoulder, she shot out the door and headed on down to the stables.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her favorite mare, the majestic Calypso, was about to have her first unromantic interlude with the beautiful and powerful stallion,&nbsp; Gunsmoke.&nbsp; She walked over to the box stall and began stroking the mare’s neck.&nbsp; <br><br>“Everything’s gonna be all right, darlin’”, she assured the horse, her voice soft and comforting.&nbsp; “you’ll see.”&nbsp; Cheyenne reached for a comb as she made her way to the back of the horse.&nbsp; Before wrapping her tail, she would need to gently remove any knots and debris.&nbsp; Virgil was nowhere to be found, and she just assumed he was out gathering up the stallion.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>“He’s probably showing Gunsmoke some horse porn to help get him in the mood”, </em>she thought to herself,&nbsp; letting loose a little gigglesnort.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>01-07-2016, 01:23:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Virgil Matthews<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-afternoon<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Trying to keep from being consumed, ranch work<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cowboy boots, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a tan cowboy hat<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cheyenne<br><br>Cheyenne was right about him getting Gunsmoke ready, but that was more of a task than it should have been. But then usually he had men on hand to help with the process of moving the prized stud from his stall to the breeding corral. Today he was going to manage it on his own. It would not be the first, nor the last time that he had done so.<br><br>He gave the Stallion a quick grooming, making double sure to get any burrs and debris off the underside of the stallion as he brushed the antsy fellow down. Calypso was on the other side of the stable, and Gunsmoke could smell the fact that she was in heat. But the old stud knew that getting out of control wasn’t likely to increase his odds of getting where he needed to be.<br><br>Virgil had owned Gunsmoke since he had been a colt and so he knew that the old stud would know how to handle a skittish mare who’d never done this before. In much the same way as he was handling Cheyenne. Oh he knew he could provoke whatever reaction he wanted from Cheyenne, she had admitted to being a virgin. He had had more than his fair share of women in his life and knew how to tease and please them before even taking them to his bed. He knew he was being much more overt with Cheyenne than he might otherwise be.<br><br>But they both knew she was going to end up in his bed tonight. But he wanted her to be looking forward to it with a hungry lust instead of looking forward to it with a frightened uncertainty. He knew had he taken a little longer with her on the hood of his car she would have all but begged him to fuck her right then and there. But he wanted her first time to be a romantic evening where he pleased her repeatedly and slowly over the course of the evening rather than a hurried rut up against the side of his truck.<br><br>There would be time for some of that later. But for now he wanted to stoke that bonfire of need and feed it with huge logs of arousal.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 05:46:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6zLiBi6c4/V1ZOfMs42iI/AAAAAAAARYU/IkpD7MlefNQR8B8K6UN4N2pw5rrgJkQ9gCLcB/s1600/hunter-king-serena-18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cheyenne Bailey<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late afternoon&nbsp; <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Breeding:&nbsp; The courtship ritual<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black summer dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil<br><br>Cheyenne managed to finish getting Calypso ready, despite the horse’s apparent edginess. She knew it was normal for equine to act a bit peculiar, especially when their reproductive hormones were calling.&nbsp; She figured it was similar to a woman when she was ovulating, knowing how emotional, cranky and moody they could sometimes be. <br><br>She watched the cowboy as he led Gunsmoke into the corral.&nbsp; Once inside, Virgil released him and joined Cheyenne over by the railing.&nbsp; They watched as the little courtship ritual began, the stallion pacing close behind Calypso, raising his head and curling his upper lip as he sniffed the mare’s readiness to breed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he nuzzled her genitals with his nose, and they could see the mare’s muscles rippling beneath her skin in reaction. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Eeeeasy girl.&nbsp; That’s it.”&nbsp; Cheyenne was so intense watching the two horses that her whispered words were barely audible.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had all but forgotten that someone else stood just a few inches away.&nbsp; “He knows what he’s doing”, she encouraged her softly, her stomach churning in knots as she watched the frightened mare get crowded closer to the fence.&nbsp; “Just let him take the lead”.<br><br>Cheyenne had never wanted to see a mating go as perfect as she did this one.&nbsp; She had helped with horse breeding a few other times, sure.&nbsp; But this one was special.&nbsp; As crazy as it might sound, she felt a connection with Calypso, knowing she was about to experience her first union with the opposite sex, not really knowing what to expect or how it was going to feel.&nbsp; Her thoughts automatically went to Virgil and his promise to make her first time a memorable and pleasurable one.<br><br><em>Virgil!</em><br><br>Turning her head toward him, her face flushed with embarrassment.&nbsp; He was watching her, <em>and smiling</em>.&nbsp; That sexy smile of his was infectious.&nbsp; Cheyenne thought he looked even hotter covered in all the dirt and sweat.&nbsp; The heady, masculine scent that clung to him seemed to have a direct effect on her senses, as well as her insides.<br><br>“What?”, she asked him , a goofy grin curling her lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;She wasn’t going to admit to anything.&nbsp; Nope.&nbsp; <br><br>“WHAT??” she repeated, playfully hitting his arm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 06:36:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Virgil Matthews<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-afternoon<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Allowing nature to run it’s course.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cowboy boots, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a tan cowboy hat<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cheyenne<br><br>“I think that watching Gunsmoke and Calypso got to you.” Said Virgil with a smile as he spun her around and pulled her close. He could smell her shampoo wafting up to him from her hair as he leaned down and kissed at her neck just below the ear.<br><br>Between kisses, he murmured just for her ears alone, “You got to thinking of what it would be like for me to be your first. What it would be like to be on your knees and have me mount you from behind. But more importantly, I think you’re wondering if it’ll feel better than the makeout session we had on the hood of my truck this morning.”<br><br>Gently he nipped at her ear, as his right hand slid into the top of her dress and under the cup of her bra to clasp her left breast in his strong calloused hand. He just cupped it, allowing his thumb to rub against the sensitive nub of her nipple, allowing the rough texture of his skin work for him in this moment. He splayed his left hand and moved it slowly down her stomach to the groinal region of her dress but didn’t do much more than keep his hand there.<br><br>“I promise you that I will make you scream and squeal in pleasure. I’ll give you orgasms that will rock your mind and body. I will leave you a limp, thoroughly sated woman whose only goal will be to snuggle up against me and pass out by the end of the night.”<br><br>He then allowed his teeth to scrape down along the sensitive skin of her neck before he started nipping kisses back up her neck, his left hand slowly pulling the hem of her skirt higher and higher as he did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 08:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6zLiBi6c4/V1ZOfMs42iI/AAAAAAAARYU/IkpD7MlefNQR8B8K6UN4N2pw5rrgJkQ9gCLcB/s1600/hunter-king-serena-18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cheyenne Bailey<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late afternoon&nbsp; <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Ripe for the pickin'.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black summer dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil<br><br><br>“Oh really!&nbsp; Is that so-o-o-o…”, she retorted a bit sarcastically, her voice shaky as he pulled her closer and began to trail hot kisses along her sensitive flesh.&nbsp; The whisper of his breath over her skin made her shudder uncontrollably and her knees grow weak.&nbsp; Her body gently swayed into his as she reached for his upper arms to steady herself.&nbsp; She groaned softly.<br><br>“Mmmmm”, she hummed against his shoulder, his teasing words and caressing kisses making her hotter by the second. “You’ve got me all figured out, don’t you”, she answered breathlessly, her eyes shooting up to his when one hand reached&nbsp; in to softly cup her breast, the other sliding down between her legs.&nbsp; Just that one little touch brought her to panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly.&nbsp; She buried her face against his throat, her hungry lips grazing the hollow of his neck, her tongue giving little wet licks to his&nbsp; warm, salty flesh.<br><br><em>Oh God</em>, she thought to herself, <em>how could anyone resist this? Make her feel like this? Make her feel more like a woman than anything else in her life ever had? </em><br><br>“Please Virgil!”<br><br>It wasn’t a plea for him to stop.&nbsp; No. She was begging him to give her a night of ecstasy like she had never known.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 08:17:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Virgil Matthews<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-afternoon<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Reaffirming permission<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cowboy boots, blue jeans, white t-shirt with a tan cowboy hat<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cheyenne<br><br>“If I didn’t have you figured out we wouldn’t be standing here doing what we’re doing.” Said Virgil as he allowed his fingers to actually pinch and roll her nipple as his left hand lifted the hem enough to slip his hand down under her panties to rub between her lips, seeking out her clit, but avoiding her clithead.<br><br><em>”Please Virgil!”</em><br><br>“Please, what sunshine? You need to tell me.” Said Virgil as he pulled his hand out of her dress, causing the titflesh to pop free as he turned her around so they were more or less face to face as he hefted her up once again and set her on the rail of the fence surrounding the corral.<br><br>He wasn’t stupid, he knew exactly what she was asking. But he knew they both wanted her to tell him exactly what she wanted. He knew he didn’t want her having second thoughts later. And he didn’t want her to feel that things had been rushed. Oh hell, they were rushing it and no one could deny it without lying to themselves. But the truth of the matter was that if he didn’t move on it, someone else would. And maybe it was a bit egotistical of him, but he’d been here first.<br><br>He had had a plan for how the evening would go once she’d given him consent. And his mind went back over those plans in rapid fire succession.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>03-07-2016, 09:06:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6zLiBi6c4/V1ZOfMs42iI/AAAAAAAARYU/IkpD7MlefNQR8B8K6UN4N2pw5rrgJkQ9gCLcB/s1600/hunter-king-serena-18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cheyenne Bailey<br><strong>Time:</strong> Late afternoon&nbsp; <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Ripe for the pickin'.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black summer dress<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil<br><br>Cheyenne stifled a groan when he reached inside her panties and stroked her lower lips softly.&nbsp; <em>"Fuck, that feels good!</em>" she thought to herself as her head fell back and she closed her eyes.&nbsp; She was quickly dissolving into a mass of quivering flesh, much like the mare had done moments earlier when Gunsmoke rutted around her backside.&nbsp; They both became oblivious to the horses behind them, forgetting the reason for being there together in the barn.&nbsp; The stallion was now fully mounted on the mare, biting her neck as he slid into her.<br><br>She wasn’t sure how to answer Virgil.&nbsp; Should she just be blunt about it?&nbsp; <em>Please fuck me</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all, it was nothing more than meaningless sex, right?&nbsp; Asking him to make love to would be awkward.&nbsp; This was basically an arrangement they had both agreed to.&nbsp; It was an offer she couldn’t turn down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially not now.&nbsp; <br><br>Suddenly her eyes began to well up with tears and her bottom lip began to quiver.&nbsp; <em>Damn her emotions!&nbsp; Not now.&nbsp; Not NOW!</em><br><br>She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and looked into his gorgeous, cobalt blue eyes.<br><br>“I want you, cowboy.&nbsp; I need you to take me to your bed”.&nbsp; &nbsp;She took a long shuddering breath, searching his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I want you inside of me”. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>03-07-2016, 23:38:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/gallery/012013/david-gandy-7-hollywood-fall-winter-2012-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Virgil Matthews<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-afternoon<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Getting down to business<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> night pants and nothing else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cheyenne<br><br>He kissed her again. This time it was slow, passionate thing that promised all manner of sensuality later. But he broke it slowly and admittedly a bit reluctantly. “Go on, head inside and take the time to get all cleaned up and do whatever it is that you womenfolk do to feel sexy. I’ll get the horses stabled and set things up before coming over to get you.”<br><br>He helped her down and gave her butt a nice little swat as she hurried off towards her own cabin. With that he put his mind to the business at hand and entered the corral now that Gunsmoke and Calypso were finished. He led the stud away first before he got a second wind and decided he wanted more. Giving the big guy some oats and a quick rub down, he hurried out to lead Calypso back to her stable. Once there, he checked her neck. He could tell that Gunsmoke had bitten her, but not hard enough to do any real damage. But he did want to make sure. Once he felt she was good, he set to work giving her a rub down and some oats as well.<br><br>Then he hurried back to his house where he got to work cleaning himself up. He made sure to do more than hit all the target areas. He did a thorough scrub job from head to toe before he shaved… twice. Just to make sure his face was in order. Then he went to the kitchen and grabbed a small metal champagne bucket and filled it three quarters full with ice before putting the sangria bottle in there.<br><br>He carried it into the bedroom and set it on his side of the bed before he started setting out tea light candles and then tore the petals off a bunch of the roses and strew them over the top of his bed. Stepping back he took a slow, deliberate look at the scene and realized two things. First, wine glasses. Second, he needed to light the candles and close the curtains.<br><br>Once that was done, he felt it was as close to perfect as he could make the current situation. Then pulled on some black night pants and sandals and walked over to Cheyenne’s cabin and knocked on the door three times before waiting as patiently as he could.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anesa</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 04:29:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/55/bc/64/55bc649878ecb9c7b7c5668b546cf0fa.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Cheyenne Bailey<br><strong>Time:</strong> Evening&nbsp; <br><strong>Activity:</strong> Ripe for the pickin'.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> White, spaghetti straps dress (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f4/8e/4c/f48e4ca4888493568624b28bdc6046d0.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Virgil<br><br>Cheyenne scampered back to her cabin.&nbsp; Earlier that morning, she had made do with a quick shower and shampoo, but she decided that a long, soaking bath in the vintage claw foot tub sounded wonderful.&nbsp; Not only could she use a good scrubbing, removing the lingering odor of Calypso, but she also needed to soak out some of the tension and anxiety she was feeling about tonight. <br><br>As she sat there in the luxurious, hot bubble bath, she thought about the cowboy and how he had invoked so many emotions within her.&nbsp; No doubt, he was sexy seducer.&nbsp; &nbsp;For someone who wasn’t into flings and who had never once thought about having a one-night stand, Virgil had her body hot and hungry within a short period of time.&nbsp; They definitely had some chemistry going on in the barn.&nbsp; He had told her earlier that tonight would be about giving her a good experience her first time, and not about making a baby, but…<em>what if they do make a baby?</em>&nbsp; That thought made her suddenly feel warm all over, and a bit gushy.&nbsp; She knew he had fathered a few children in the previous community, so that wouldn't be a big deal to him.&nbsp; But then, there was the whole <em>boss thing.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Any scruples she might have had prior to moving to the community, specifically those concerning jumping into the sack with one’s employer, had apparently flown out the window, as well as her good girl reputation.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Oh no!&nbsp; Was she turning into a slut? </em>&nbsp; Shaking her head, she sighed softly.&nbsp; Cheyenne just hoped that she and Virgil would be able to maintain their working relationship after tonight.<br><br>Stepping out of the tub, she took the time to shave, wanting her skin to feel velvety smooth and soft, even down to her peach.&nbsp; With her hair curled and makeup finished, she picked out a simple, yet elegant, white dress with spaghetti straps, (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f4/8e/4c/f48e4ca4888493568624b28bdc6046d0.jpg) the soft fabric clinging to her every curve, showcasing her best assets.&nbsp; <em>Both of them</em>.&nbsp; Besides, wasn’t white symbolic of innocence? She slipped the dress over her head, opting not to wear anything beneath it.&nbsp; She didn’t think Virgil would mind her ditching the panties. <br>&nbsp; <br>Hearing the knock at the door, she hopped along on one foot and then the other as she made her way down the hall, slipping on her open-toed sandals before pausing on the other side of the door.&nbsp; She flipped her hair in front of her shoulders and smoothed out the front of her dress, wanting to look her best.&nbsp; Then as she opened the door, her gaze meeting Virgil's bare chest.&nbsp; She couldn’t hide her grin.<br><br>“Oh my!”&nbsp; She could only hope that her tongue wasn’t hanging out as her eyes took in every gorgeous inch of him.&nbsp; She gave a little laugh as she motioned for him to step inside.<br><br>“Please, come in?”&nbsp; Closing the door behind him, she turned to him.<br><br>“Suddenly I’m feeling a tad over-dressed”. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Community] Virgil and Cheyenne</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 22:36:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/4069329/600full-david-gandy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Virgil Matthews<br><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-afternoon<br><strong>Activity:</strong> Getting down to business<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> night pants and nothing else<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cheyenne<br><br>Virgil smiled as she seemed to flush either in embarrassment or arousal, he wasn’t sure. Either way, he would make things work out. Stepping inside, he looked around to make sure that her stove and stuff was off before he leaned in, kissed her slowly on the lips before he reached down and hefted her up over his shoulder.<br><br>He ignored her surprised squeal and the questions as he grabbed her keyring off it’s hook by the door then stepped outside with her over his shoulder. Closing and locking the door behind him, he carried her over to his house. Kicking closed the door, he flipped the deadbolt before carrying her further into the house until he was just outside the bedroom.<br><br>Setting her down, he noticed the lack of anything on under the dress. Which in it’s own way alternately made things easier and more complicated at the same time. He had always relished in the act of divesting his partners of their clothes before taking them to bed. But he would make it work and still make her first night as pleasurable as he could.<br><br>Once she had had a moment to correct her hair, he opened the door and motioned her through to the candle lit bedroom with the light blue comforter covered with rose petals. “Your altar is ready , milady? So should I worship or ravage first?”<br><br>“I think I’ll worship.” Said Virgil as he stepped through behind her and closed the door gently before he came up behind her and pulled her hair away from her neck so he could once again kiss along her neck and shoulders, his lips nipping and pulling, occasionally at just the right place Virgil would bite a little bite. Not hard enough to bruise the skin, but just enough to elicit an adventurous spark of pain.<br><br>Once he had crossed over the left spaghetti strap about a half dozen times, he grabbed it in his teeth and pulled it to the side before he kissed down across the plane of her shoulderblade to the upper hem of her dress and across over her spine and up along the strap. Kissing, nipping, and biting back along her shoulder, he came up to her ear as he reached up to cup her breasts through the material of her dress and whispered in her ear, “Relax and enjoy this, completely sunshine. I’m going to send you to heaven.” <br>
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