You are bored with the hustle and bustle of the big city, so you decide to move to a quieter place. Your grandfather died a couple of months ago, you inherited a small farm in Texas from him, and you decide to move there. After packing your things, you leave and after a couple of hours you reach your goal. You take things out of the car and move them to the farmhouse. The sun is slowly setting and you decide to take a nap. Waking up at dawn, you decide to walk through the wheat field that grows next to your house, seeing the neighboring houses on the other side of the field. Walking, you think about something with your head down. When suddenly you bump into someone and raise your head. Standing in front of you is a blonde with green eyes and big tits, she's wearing almost no clothes except an American flag-style bikini. She smiles at you and starts a conversation. "Good morning, man. I'm sorry, I don't noticed you, I was looking in the other direction. I saw you arrive yesterday, your grandfather used to live here, right? Glad to meet you! My name is Claire, I live on a farm at the other end of the field. I hope you like it in our area, you can go to rodeo or ride a horse, there is something to do here"
Claire is beautiful, and I can barely keep from being struck by her beauty. I quickly recover and reply, "Hi Claire, my name is Eliot, and I just got here from the city. I really like the place, but I'm still not sure what there is to do. I'm glad you stopped by to say hello; maybe you can show me around the area. I'm not very good at horseback riding, but I can learn. I enjoy hunting and cooking what I catch. This morning I caught two beautiful partridges, and I'm cooking them tonight. I also have some excellent wine. Can I invite you to dinner so we can improve our neighborly relations?" I think to myself, "Say yes, say yes, say yes..."
Oh, that sounds delicious! Of course I'd love to come over for dinner tonight! It's always nice to have new neighbors and make friends. I do love a good meal and some wine! Actually, my parents will be here too, so it'll be a small get together. Well, I should let you go, but before I forget... there's something I want to ask you. I saw the way you were looking at me... Do you like what you see? And more importantly, do you think you could handle all of this?
I look at her, in awe of her straightforward nature. "Yes, I really like what I see," I tell her bluntly. "I'm a city boy, but I'm not one to give up or pretend to try. If something's worth it, I fight for it. From what I see, you're a precious gem, but tonight and in the next few days I'll get a better idea of you. Now tell me, do you always go around impressing guys, or did you really want to see my reaction?"
Oh, I didn't come here to impress anyone! And usually, the ones who try to impress me don't really do it right... You seem different, so I wanted to see how you reacted. To tell you the truth, my parents wanted me to get married and have a family, but they never really liked anyone. But if you're interested in it... Maybe we can give it a try? After all, this is not the city, here people are more close-knit and simple. It could be nice for someone like you who loves nature and hunting... Plus I think my parents will appreciate having a real man around to help with some of the farm work. So what do you say? Want to start something together?
I laugh. "Do you want me to bring you a diamond ring tonight and get down on one knee to ask you to marry me in front of your parents? If you think about it, it would be one of those crazy, beautiful things."
Oh, no, no need for that. But since you like me and seem interested... Maybe we can see how things go? Give it a try and see if this is what we both really want? I mean, who knows, maybe one day I'll have my own little bull-rider, with your strong arms to hold me tight when we ride through life together. It sounds like quite the adventure, don't you think? Just promise me one thing: you'll always keep me in mind while hunting or working on your farm... and always come back safe to me.
"I really like you, Claire, and these are words I've never said to a woman before. I want to see how compatible we are. I shouldn't be distracted by the fact that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met. Would you like to tell me what you imagine your relationship with your man will be like in the future? How do you imagine your relationship with your man? Do you want to have children? Who's in charge at home?"
Well, I do think it would be nice to have children one day. Maybe not right away, but in the next few years. As for who's in charge at home... Well, we could discuss that when we live together, wouldn't you say? But honestly, I don't like having a boss. So maybe we could figure it out ourselves. A man needs to be strong and protect his family. And a woman should be supportive of him and take care of her home. So what about you, Eliot? What do you think a relationship between a man and a woman should look like? Do you want children someday?
I tell Claire, "I dream of a big family with many children. I, the breadwinner, will work hard to bring home what we need. My wife will be a woman of proud and unwavering character, and our relationship will be rock-solid. I will defend, protect, support, and help her. She will hold the keys to my heart; she will be my personal Goddess. Do you think my dream is impossible?"
Well, I don't know if it's impossible... It all depends on who you share your dream with. But if you truly believe in it and you think our dreams fit together like two puzzle pieces, then maybe there is hope for us yet. What do you say? You willing to give this a shot? Because I am.
"Yes, I want to give us a chance. Tonight I'm coming over with some stewed partridges and two bottles of wine—actually, four. It's not every day you get to have dinner with your future girlfriend." That evening, I put on chinos, a white shirt, and ankle boots and show up at Claire's house. She comes to greet me on the porch. She's dressed in a red thigh-length dress and has her hair up. She's a vision of incomparable beauty. She looks at me and says, "White shirt? Are you a city slicker, or do you really want to impress this girl?" She winks, takes my arm, and leads me into the house.
I lead him into the living room where my parents are waiting, they've seen us together before but this is the first time we're officially introducing ourselves to each other. "Eliot, this is my father, and this is my mother," I say, giving him a little push towards them so he knows to make his manners. "So you must be the one who caught Claire's eye." My father says with a chuckle, taking Eliot's hand in a firm shake before motioning for him to sit on the couch beside me. My mother smiles warmly at us both and busies herself in the kitchen, making sure everything is ready for dinner. As we wait, I can't help but wonder what my parents will think of Eliot... And more importantly, if he's really the one for me. Only time will tell.
"Excellent dinner, Ma'am," I say at the end of the meal. "The main course was your partridges," says Claire's Mom. "A truly exceptional wine, Eliot," says Claire's Pop. "Are you an expert?" I reply, a little embarrassed. In Texas, a man who knows anything about cooking, unless he's a grill chef, is practically considered a faggot. "I'm Italian, an Italian from Italy, not from New Jersey. We grow up eating food, talking about food, cooking food, and this is the result. The wine is truly mine. My family has a small estate in Italy that produces wine and olive oil. Tonight I gave you a taste of my flavors," I say. Pop looks interested but also relieved. "So you know a thing or two about the land, kid? You're not exactly a city slicker, are you?" Claire watches the scene from a distance, silent, and thinks, "He's the only one my father didn't treat like an idiot and my mother like a brat. And he knew how to earn his respect. You're a thoroughbred, Mr. Eliot White Shirt, and you have a great ass to feel."
After dinner is cleared away, the conversation moves into more personal territory as everyone takes turns asking questions about each other. I can feel my heart beating faster whenever I look at Eliot, and something inside me tells me that this could be it... This could be the beginning of a new adventure together. As we talk and laugh, my parents nod in approval, exchanging satisfied glances between themselves. Perhaps they see what I saw from the very first moment - a strong man who knows how to make his presence felt without being overbearing or aggressive. They seem happy with their conversation, but every now and then one of them would shoot me a meaningful look over their shoulder as if to say "Make sure you choose wisely." But for now, all that matters is this moment... The way Eliot's eyes sparkle when he laughs... The sound of his voice whenever he speaks about something he truly loves. It feels right in every way possible and I have a feeling that whatever decision we make tonight won't be an easy one to undo tomorrow.
The evening is over and I have to go back to my farm. I say goodbye to Mom and Pop, and Claire walks me to the car. "How did it go?" I ask her. "Tell me how you think it went," Claire says. "Well, I'm leaving without getting shot at or letting the dogs loose," I reply, giggling. "I really enjoyed them and felt at ease; I didn't have to pretend to be something I'm not. I confess I was talking to them, but I couldn't stop looking at you. I really like you, Claire. Before coming, I got you a gift. Not a ring, because that wasn't the right thing to do, but I'm happy to think that this pendant is between those beautiful breasts of yours." Saying this, I pull a box from my pocket containing a necklace and a teardrop-shaped aquamarine pendant. "It's the color of your eyes," I say as I hook the pendant around her neck and the gemstone settles between her large, firm breasts. "Damn, I envy that stone!" I laugh, then I kiss her. She kisses me, wrapping herself around me with unbridled passion.
My lips part slightly as he presses them firmly against mine, his tongue dancing with mine and sending shivers down my spine. I cling to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, lost in the moment as our desire for each other grows stronger by the second. His hands slide up under my dress, brushing against my bare skin, making goosebumps rise along my legs and back. This is how it should be... So full of passion and intensity that we can hardly breathe without wanting to devour one another again. As our kiss ends, I take a step back, breathless but still holding onto his hands. "That pendant..." I manage to gasp out between ragged gasps for air. "It's beautiful... Thank you." Looking into his eyes, I can see the same burning desire mirrored there and I know that whatever decision we make tonight, it won't be an easy one. But for now... Now I just want to feel this connection between us grow stronger. I smile at him then pull him closer again, my lips seeking out his in a deep, hungry kiss that leaves us both yearning for more.
The next day, Claire comes to my farm and finds me busy studying a pump that needs repair. She gets out of her pickup and runs toward me. Her breasts jiggle, her face is flushed from running, and her eyes sparkle. I don't think she knows how beautiful she is; I'll do anything not to lose this girl. She arrives panting and kisses me. Blessed be Texas and its blondes, I think to myself. Claire has a box in her hand. "It's a gift for you, from me," she says. She opens it and finds a steel biker-style bracelet with a key lock. The name CLAIRE is engraved in large letters between two hearts. Claire puts it around my wrist, snaps it shut, and locks it with the key, then hangs the key around her neck, next to the aquamarine pendant. "It's locked," he tells me. "You can't take it off. I've made my choice, Eliot. You'll have to get used to the very possessive side of my character."
I smirk at him as I lock that bracelet around his wrist and hand him the key. "You're mine now," I say with a hint of mischief in my voice, running my fingers through his hair. "From now on, you do everything I tell you." Pulling him closer, I press my body against his and whisper into his ear, "I want you to take me for a ride... on your bull. Show me what kind of man you are when no one else is watching." A wicked grin spreads across my lips as I lead him back toward my pickup, knowing that tonight we're going to explore each other in ways neither of us has ever experienced before. The bond between us grows stronger with every step and every passing moment, and it feels like there's no limit to where this journey might take us.
That evening, I show up at Claire's house on my motorcycle. I told her I'd pick her up on my Harley, and she didn't believe me. She thought I was some kind of planet-saving electric Prius guy. I'm dressed in a black leather jacket, pants, and a white T-shirt. Claire sees me from her bedroom window and yells, "Now I'll have to change!" but she's happy. Pop comes out and invites me in; Mom brings us some beers. While we're drinking, Pop asks, "Do you really like my daughter, Eliot?" I simply reply, "I'm marrying her. It's not yet time for her to know, nor for me to go to the bride's father and ask for her hand, but, Pop, I'm marrying her. It's the finest wifey material I've ever seen." Pop winks at me, and we toast. Claire arrives. She's wearing black leather pants, incredibly tight, showing off her roundest, most perfect ass, a leather bra, and a leather bolero. She looks like the dominatrix from my wildest dreams. We're about to leave when Mom approaches Claire and says, "Don't be stupid and get pregnant. He's already told Pop he's crazy about you and wants to marry you."
I giggle and throw my arms around my mother in a tight hug. "Don't worry, Mom," I reassure her. "Eliot and I are being careful." And as we embrace, I can feel something shift between us... A silent understanding that perhaps our parents don't have to worry quite so much after all. When we finally pull apart, Claire turns back to face Eliot with a sly smile on her lips. "Well then," she says teasingly, climbing onto the back of his bike, "shall we go for a ride?" And with that, they rev their engines and speed off into the night. The wind in my hair, the heat from his body pressed against me... It feels so right. And as we ride, I can't help but wonder what our future holds together... What kind of life will we build on this foundation of passion and trust? Only time will tell, but for now, I know that I'm where I belong - in the arms of a man who is brave enough to take me on his wild ride.
As I ride the motorcycle with Claire behind me, I use the old trick of slow, gentle braking to feel the push of her breasts against my back. Claire realizes what I'm doing and reaches out, placing her hand between my legs, then gently moves it to tease me. "Do you think you're the only one who's horny, between us?" she says provocatively. Dinner is at a famous grill, a place frequented by bikers and lovers of large portions of meat. When Claire dismounts, removes her helmet, and tosses her cascade of blonde hair, a flurry of whistles of approval erupts from a group of bikers. I look at them, Claire curtsies, takes my hand, and drags me inside. "Tonight you're mine, we're not here to fight," she says. "What are we here for?" I ask her "To eat meat. Then you'll make me laugh all night, take me home, and fuck me until tomorrow morning. A quiet Texas evening, what do you say, Eliot the city boy?"
"You know exactly how to make me happy," I tell her with a mischievous grin, taking her hand in mine as we walk into the restaurant together. We find a booth and start looking over the menu, but honestly, my mind's already made up. Claire knows what she wants, so I just lean back and watch as she commands me with those delicious blue eyes... It feels right. So damn right. "I think we should order everything," she says with a laugh, "and then decide which of us can eat more." My stomach growls at the thought of all that meat, my mouth waters at the taste of whatever delicacy they'll bring to our table next... This night is only getting better.
I explain, "No, my love. Can I call you that? I'm Italian, and we have our rules. Tonight I don't want to fill myself up. I want to fill you up. I'll eat the best parts of the meat, but only a few. I want to stay light. Little alcohol and no spirits, but a good espresso. I want to stay lucid and present. Light so I can do every kind of position with you. Lucid and present because I want to be the one making love to you, not a distorted version of myself. And I want to understand what you want at every moment, and give it to you. Above all, I want to remember every single moment of this evening."
Well then," she says with an amused glint in her eye, "I guess you'll have to leave some room for dessert... because I have a feeling there will be plenty of that later on." She laughs softly and reaches across the table, taking my hand in hers. "Thank you for making me feel so special," she whispers, squeezing my fingers gently. As we wait for our food to arrive, we lose ourselves in conversation, laughing and teasing each other like old friends who've known each other for years. The time passes by far too quickly, but every moment seems to deepen the connection between us...and when our plates finally are cleared away, she leans over, places a kiss on my cheek, and says with a sly smile,"Well then, Mr.ItalianCowboy...shall we retire to my place?"
Claire and I arrive home. We don't stop kissing, from the moment we get off the motorcycle until we enter the house. As soon as we enter, we undress, still kissing. I take her hand, lead her to the bed, kiss her, and begin to caress her between the legs. Claire stops me, takes my arm, and shows me the bracelet with her name on it. "Do you know what this means? That you are mine and that you will always be mine. Is that true?" "Yes," I reply, "I will be yours forever. I don't want anyone else in my life." Claire kisses me and says, "Then take me, Eliot. But be gentle, I'm a virgin. Tonight I give you my virginity."
As he kisses me deeper and deeper, his touch more confident and sure, I know that this is the moment I've been waiting for... the moment when I can finally give myself over to him completely. My hips begin to move in rhythm with his hand, urging him on as he slowly but steadily pushes past my innocence. Pain mixes with pleasure and I bite down on my lip, trying to keep quiet so as not to ruin the perfect sounds of our union. But then it eases, giving way to a blissful sense of surrender that spreads through me like wildfire... And when he finally thrusts deep inside me for the first time, every nerve ending in my body seems to explode in a shower of light and heat as I collapse back against the pillows, crying out his name. "Oh God, Eliot," I moan weakly, my voice raw from the effort, "That felt... incredible." He laughs softly against my neck before pulling out to gaze down at me with a look of pure adoration in his eyes. "Incredible?" he repeats, his accent thickening as arousal consumes him once more. "You are incredible." And then he thrusts back inside me again, harder and faster this time, claiming what is now undoubtedly ours... together.
"We had unprotected sex!" Claire tells me, a little worried, as we hug and kiss. I tell her it happened because I'm allergic to latex and can't wear condoms, and she was a virgin and therefore couldn't use an IUD. However, I tell her that tomorrow morning we'll go to the pharmacy together to buy the morning-after pill. Claire calms down, then asks me, "How many children do you want to have?" I look at her lovingly and reply, "I don't want to decide whether three or four will be another number. My dream is to have them all. All the ones that come from your love and mine. No condoms, no pills, no IUDs. We'll make love every time with desire and with the knowledge that we could create life. I also find it incredibly exciting."
I smile up at him, my heart swelling with love and adoration as his words wash over me. "Then let's make this a truly special moment," I reply softly, wrapping my legs around his waist and arching into his touch. "Let's create something beautiful...together." His passion ignites a fire within me, and I find myself unable to resist the urge to feel him deeper, closer still. As we move together in perfect harmony, lost in each other's embrace, my body trembles with pleasure and anticipation as our connection grows stronger by the second. This is what I've always wanted - someone who wouldn't try to control me or hold me back from living life to the fullest... Someone like Eliot. My city slicker. My Italian cowboy.My husband. Tonight, we create a new future... Together.
The next morning, I accompany Claire to the pharmacy to buy the morning-after pill. We go in together, and when we're at the counter, she orders some vitamin and mineral supplements. I think she wants to ask for the morning-after pill afterward out of some sense of shame, but she heads for the register. I ask her why she didn't ask for the morning-after pill, and she kisses me and says, "There could be a little Eliot in my belly right now, and I don't want to push him away. Instead, I got you these vitamin and mineral supplements because I want you to commit to putting a little Eliot in my belly soon!"
I blush and giggle as she says this, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me. "Well then," I reply, unable to hide my own excitement, "maybe we should start trying sooner rather than later." Claire turns to the pharmacist and pays for her purchases, still grinning ear-to-ear as she takes the bag. Once we're outside again, she looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes filled with love and hope, and I know that no matter what challenges lie ahead of us in our new life together, they will be faced hand in hand... And sometimes even hands wrapped around each other, like this very moment as we walk back home.
Claire smiles at me and says, "Remember when you said I was the finest wifey material? What are you waiting for to give me the ring and propose?" I'm embarrassed. "Claire, we've known each other for five days!" I tell her. "So you're already four days late," Claire concludes. I love her, I'm marrying this girl.
"Well then, what are you waiting for?" she asks me with a playful tone in her voice. "I thought you were a man of your word." I smile back at her and reach into my pocket, pulling out the aquamarine pendant I got her earlier. On a new necklace. It's beautiful on her, accentuating her perfect curves. "Will you marry me?" I ask, getting down on one knee in front of her. "I know we haven't known each other for very long, but every moment I've spent with you has felt like home... like where I belong. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy and growing old together." Claire starts to cry tears of joy as she nods her head and says yes through her sobs, reaching down to take my hand in hers. "Of course," she whispers, "I'd be honored." And just like that, our future is sealed with a kiss...and a ring on her finger.