Welcome to the Spur Hill Series, in which the indomitable Jessica Stanton heads to the grand residence “Spur Hill” in America’s mid west for a lifestyle change.
“I am so much looking forward to this next chapter”, said Jessica Stanton. “This change has a good vibe written all over it. No more traffic lights, horns, late night ambulance sirens, last minute deadlines, shallow advertising executives and take out. I’m in search of peace, tranquility, and country”.
Unfortunately, as Jessica was soon to find out, nothing could be further from the truth. Far away, above the starlit sky, beyond the ever distant moon, this fall evening signalled a warning, “A tall blond cougar with too much time on her hands, can be her own worst enemy”.
Having left a failed marriage and a big city advertising job behind her for the grand “Spur Hill” residence in America’s midwest, the stunning Jessica Stanton soon finds she needs a helping hand (or two). Luckily for her there’s more than a few gorgeous young cowboys only too eager to assist.
Ever dreamed of escaping?
Jessica Stanton was in search of peace, tranquility and country. Unfortunately, as she was soon to find out, nothing could be further from the truth. Far away, above the starlit sky, beyond the ever distant moon, this fall evening signalled a warning: A tall, blonde cougar with too much time on her hands, can be her own worst enemy.
Jessica needs a helping hand
Her baby calves and horses were in danger, rising floodwaters and a drowning water pump imminent. Torrential rain was approaching, her property and livelihood threatened. Jessica Stanton was a damsel in distress. She needed a helping hand. But she didn’t count on having two, in “Cowboy Up.”
Back in the city they call middle-aged women MILFs, or even cougars, handsome young cowboy Jamie thought to himself. Okay so this wasn’t his first time in the saddle, but from where he stood Jamie was sure hoping this wouldn’t be his last, in “Cowboy Up.”
The Spur Hill Series
“The leaves had just started to fall from Spur Hill’s tree-lined entrance, and there was a slightly cooler air to the afternoon. I felt a wisp of wind run through my dress, encircling my breasts. I had moved past the point of no return. Through the threshold point where an older woman chooses to restrain herself. I was hot, I was horny and in desperate need to have him.”
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