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At night she cries while he rides his steed. A romance novel for dudes by Ross Patterson.

An extremely muscular man with calves and forearms that have more definition than Noah

Webster's dictionary bust through the saloon doors of a tasteful horror house with the

burlap sack full of gold slung over his shoulder. The doors explode off their hinges into a shower

of splinters. The surprising thing about this muscular man is that he's lean too. Not all

roided out like a New Jersey teenager triples tacking a month before spring break. You can see

his cock pressing hard against his jeans almost fighting with the left pant leg mid thigh.

It's not like the jeans are super tight or have some kind of Euro cut. It's just how big his penis is.

This man is me. St. James Street James.

I need three horse.

Two of them must have some type of background or formal training in circus performance.

Within seconds I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see three eager women standing in a perfect

pyramid directly behind me. After the horse race in, I slam the bedroom door and begin to pull off my

pants peeling them down to the top of my boots.

I sit down on an old wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room. Take a cigarette out of my

duster jacket and strike a match up my right boot which is now awkwardly pulled above my dog.

The spark of the match lights up the room and after lighting my cigarette I use the remaining

flame to light a small lantern on the night stand next to me. All three women are now magically

lit as if they're sitting for a presidential porch. Even in soft intimate lighting I can clearly see

the two of the horses sixes on their best day and the others are firm for you can do the math

for yourself but that is way past the ten totals that only fucking judge me.

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