He left Cinnamon in the livery stable, earning a wave and greeting from the blacksmith. Then he went to the telegraph office and, after that, the bank. He fully expected his message to their uncle and the transmission of funds to be reported to Carter. He walked into the saloon and nodded at Madi...
There was art deco everywhere; glasses, crockery, art, it was like stepping back in time. His fingers ran over a gold candlestick telephone set. “Does it work?” he asked. “It used to, but it’s not connected now,” Boyce said with a smile. “Over here,...
Sometimes life sucked. Bored and horny, neither condition unusual for his naturally libidinous nature, he reached to stroke one of his upswept horns. As he added a scratch to the action, he shuddered sensually. His shaft began to fill, and he relished the carnal sensation as he danced his fingers...