Posted by Naked Wendy on December 08, 2008 at 07:16:22:
In Reply to: For Sam and Uncle Buck posted by Naked Wendy on December 08, 2008 at 01:34:22:
Sam and Uncle Buck – I have to make a true confession, because somehow I trust you to say these things after how we used to talk – though I’m afraid you’ll think I’m just an egotistical attention grabber. But who else can I say this to…?! Anyhow, I just want to tell you that this is my favourite time of year, when it starts to get really cold, and the chill somehow brings out the Indian in me way more than the warmer months when most gals expose themselves more.
But now, this time of year and through the winter, I love to dress more than ever in my skimpiest outfits, though of course I wear a coat going outside. But underneath the coat – lots of bare midriff, everything off the shoulder, always bare arms, short skirts (low on my hips), and as much bare back and legs as possible, and I fling the coat off first chance I get – in restaurants and bars, at parties, in the car, even going into offices to do business, moment I walk through the door. Funny, in winter, the rest of the world seems to like to keep its turtlenecks, jeans, and leather jackets on even inside – I guess they are making their kinds of fashion statements too. Specially gals I find, who love the high boots over the jeans in winter time.
OK – here’s the confession – I get way more looks and attention than in the summer when exposed flesh is much more common, and I like that attention and those looks. Very often, in a group or crowd, I’ll be the only one with plenty of flesh showing. Folk tell me I’m still good-looking in my early 30s, with good shapely tits that I let hang out as much as I can get away with, smooth skin, and a soft belly.
And guess what I’ve found – way more ‘accidental’ physical contact and subtle (and sometimes overt) aggression comes my way too in the winter, getting jostled and poked more in crowds and at parties – and often from those who look most like cowgirls and cowboys – often more from the gals than the guys. I think the gals like the winter in the opposite way from me, and the fashion statements they get to make in winter – looking really tough with those high boots over their studded designer jeans and their leather jackets – maybe their chance to make a subtle fem lib statement or something…. Somehow I really feel some of those gals are spoiling for a fight to show off their toughness.
OK confession part 2: I actually “feel” more like an Indian, and my personality takes on that role, even in conversations. I like to provoke and challenge folk, to be a bit aggressive, even to playfully shove them – specially the tough looking ones, which quickly provokes their aggression back. I like standing close up with my bare legs and short skirt almost touching their jeans and boots, ‘confronting’ one of those tough looking chicks.
I got to admit, I feel like I’m playing cowboys and Indians all the time in a way in the winter, every time I go out. It got into my cells somehow – kind of who I am now, even now in my early 30s. It makes me feel wet inside almost all the time to feel so specially vulnerable in the winter time. Like I’m really just asking to be shot and punched up by offering my exposed flesh as such an easy target.
OK confession part 3 – last part I promise (thanks for listening): At home (I live alone) I stay just about naked all the time. And when I know someone is coming to visit and knocks on the door, I’ll just fling a cotton towel loosely round me to answer the door. I could tell you some great stories from all these encounters both at home and outside, but first just wanted to get the confession out, ‘cos I can’t really tell others about the cowboy and Indian part. The thing is that as the weather gets really cold, the colder it gets, the more those encounters seem to happen spontaneously, and the more easily and naturally I am back in cowboy, cowgirl and Indian land, feeling so much more Indian-like and vulnerable and punch-able, knife-able, and—specially, of course—shoot-able. Somehow it’s those guns and bullets against our bare flesh that were always the coup de grace, the ultimate message that we Indians didn’t stand a chance and would end up dead each time!
How awfully politically incorrect of me…. But could I tell – you guys are more open and non-judgemental than just about anyone. And when you wrote that amazing story, Sam, I felt like you saw my mind and who I am and you somehow knew the little ins and outs of the game as if you’d been there. Couldn’t believe how you got it! And when I first stumbled on your adult western, Uncle Buck, which was what first put me in touch with you both way back when, and saw those two cowboys pumping slugs into those near-naked Indian gals, I knew I had found kindred spirits at last.
So here’s to Winter, guys!.... A great time—the best time of year—to go prime those shotguns, rifles, and Colt .45s (maybe bring along a Gatling Gun too, how about a cannon — winter time requires more firepower!), pull on the biggest boots, doff those fur-lined 10-gallon hats, fling on the ammunition belts (make you sure take the heavy slugs) and the heaviest winter coats over the western shirts, vests, and leather jackets (….warm enough…?), saddle up, and go Indian fightin’! We’re just waiting for you barefoot on the frost-covered ground, bare-breasted in our l’il loincloths, and with tomahawks raised menancingly! Just 20 of you cowgirls and cowboys, and more than 100 of us injuns – oh we got you way outnumbered more than five to one. Hmmmmm – wonder who is going to win this fight…?!
Let’s see. From Your Side: Fire at will….! Aim low…..! And make every shot count…! Let ‘em have it and teach those savages how we fight in winter – the more vulnerable they are, the more gunfire they get…..This is going to be a turkey shoot…. BANG! BLAAM! POW! POW! RATATATATAT! BOOOOOM! BAAANNNG!
From our side: ……Unnnggghhhhhhh! (shot in the belly) Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh! (shot through the groin – oh yeah, that’s the loincloth-severing special) Arrrgggggghhhhhhhh…! (a perfect tit shot)…. Aaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee…..! (the other tit too, just for good measure, right next to the nipple) ……. Uuuggggghhhhhhh…..! (oh yeah, that’s where it hurts most — womanhood blown apart…….. you waited on that shot till the loincloth was shot off!) You cowboys and cowgirls sure got good aim – got to give you that…! Well, we do kinda make it easy for you to see what yer shootin’! And DOWN DOWN DOWN we go, bare arms flung wide, our naked Indian bodies lifted off the ground by the power of your heavy slugs….! Bullet-riddled, spreadeagled, and Blasted back to the happy hunting grounds…!
But what’s that I see…?! It’s not over yet….! Some hand-to-hand combat. Yeah – we injuns are good at that. Oh yes…. More than 90 of us shot, naked, sprawled, and dead on the battlefield. But ten us of made it through the withering barrage of gunfire (—all of us wounded mind you – me totally nude with one bullet in the right hip, another in the left shoulder, and one slug in the inner right thigh just below the crotch, losing blood…), and we are now upon you with our bare hands – our tomahawks long fallen as your bullets started to fly. Ten of us, naked, unarmed Indian warrior maidens, furiously fighting 20 of you fully clothed and fully armed cowgirls and cowboys in desperate hand to hand combat, we outnumbered now two to one..….
Hmmmm. Shall we lay bets on who’s going to win this last desperate fight? Uh oh,… me suddenly fighting both of you. Sam pins my bare arms behind my back, while Uncle Buck lays into my tender flesh with fists flying – naked belly, tits, groin, spleen battered mercilessly. Suddenly his heavy spurred boot comes up between my bare legs….CRRUNNCHHH…THHHHUUUUDDDDDDD…. as leather meets exposed crotch….ARRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHH…!!!***@@@!!!...... He smiles broadly and pulls out his long Bowie knife from the wide leather belt around his jacket.
It dawns on me that I am not going to win this fight. In fact, gonna lose real bad…. Now I switch from fighting to pleading – “No, pleez. No kill me…. I give up….” Sam holds me tighter – I feel my bare back and buttocks pulled hard against his jeans, boots, and long leather duster. And then Uncle Buck flashing the biggest grin I ever saw, bellows gleefully…. “Bye Squaw….!! Taste this…..!!!....And DIE….!” His arm pulls back for the thrust… Ten inches of steel blade plunged with huge force into my naked abdomen, and he rips downwards…. I lose consciousness, my legs buckle, I have a fleeting sense of hitting the cold, hard, frosty, rocky ground, and then my body bucking involuntarily as four Colt .45 slugs penetrate my bare tits, belly, and crotch. Oh yeah…. They always like to finish us off with some gunshots… some kind of statement I guess. All is black now, my body cold—punched, booted, knifed, shot seven times, totally naked, dead….!
Yep…. Just another good ol’ wild west encounter with you cowboys and cowgirls decimating us injuns….. what is it that makes us keep fightin’…..?! We’ll be back for more, rest assured, so keep them guns primed and bundle up….!
Love ya,
Wendy – more naked and more multiply
shot through than ever! Yeah Winter…..drama never gets better than in
winter time. Temperature at 5 below now…? Hmmmm…. Might wear that
backless halter top today….. kind of invitation for some shots through
the back as we try to flee…….!
: Hey Sam and Uncle Buck. How are you both doing? A few weeks ago you kindly offered to help me find some good cowboy and injun battle scenes of bare-assed injun gals getting blasted by cowboy gunfire. Any luck?
: And by the way, Sam, did you ever write the sequel to that absolutely amazing and fantastic story you wrote a few months ago...? Even when I'm away, I'm thinkin' of you and wishing I'd had you both for teen playmates back when - you'd a been awesome cowboys and we'd a had a rollickin' good time in the dunes and forests.... though I think you might just have won those battles each and every time!
: Love ya both,
: Wendy (the Naked and Dead one...!)