I grew up with cowboys of old. (As in cowboys of the 1950's movies. Not the real cowboys of old. I don't find a time without A/C slash disposable pads that awesome, but still.)
When I think of a cowboy, I still think about gunslingers riding horses, saloon doors swinging, good guys riding off into the sunset with the beautiful overly dressed woman of his dreams.
And in a way, I think that feeling has still survived. Even if they're no longer tobacco spitting, weeks without a bath, toothless fellows, I still think I can find a hardworking man sexy as hell.
All in all, whether immortalized in old movies or riding bucking bulls today, thank God for cowboys!
Madam La Zuray
Hello, darlings, I'm Madam La Zuray, author of dirty books you can't help but fall in love with. I bring the hot and the dirty and everything in between, all in a read you can swallow on your lunch hour. No sense in messing around with perfection.