Hump Day Kick Start – Cowboy Trellis Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

bridge texas


In Dallas this week for the RT Convention. What better prompt than a sexy cowboy on a bridge? Yee haw, y’all.

So tell me about him? Who is he? What is he doing? Contemplating his recent breakup/loss of the farm/fight with a brother? Is this where he comes when he wants to clear his head before he leaves out on the rodeo circuit? Is the cute girl below enticing him into a skinny dip? Did his girlfriend just run his favorite tractor off into the river?

Love to hear your take, or just “caption this photo”.

5 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Cowboy Trellis Edition

  1. Sarah Andre says:

    IDK about a bridge. There’s a ladder at the bottom right of the pic. I’m going with elaborate treehouse. Hope to be back to tell you why he’s there. 🙂 Hope you’re having a blast at RT.


  2. jeff7salter says:

    “Elmer, don’t jump!” screamed Lucille.
    “Why not?” he replied. “I’ve got no reason to live.”
    Lucille reconsidered her previously rigid stance on the matter at hand. “Okay, if you come back down, I’ll let you see what’s inside this bra. But you can’t TOUCH.”


  3. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! Men…so overdramatic when it comes to boobies. Nice and short, Jeff. Love it!


  4. Sarah Andre says:

    He wasn’t sure why he’d asked her to meet him up here. This was his special place, and she’d only been a bar hook up at the RT Convention…whatever the hell that was.

    Sure, she’d been smokin’ hot, and it’d taken all his courage to saunter up and say hi in that hotel lounge last night. He’d taken her ribbing about his cowboy hat and Texas twang–he didn’t mind. Just like she hadn’t minded his utter distraction at her extreme cleavage, covered in glitter dust. What kind of convention was this?

    Couple of beers (for him) and apple martinis (for her) later they were tangled in her bed sheets and her throaty shrieks reverberated deep inside him. He loved a lusty babe. The more they took from each other last night the more he wanted; like some crazy coke addict. By morning he was spellbound, and she was sauntering into the bathroom with a wink, and a verbal kiss off.

    He’d sat staring at the bathroom door awhile, listening to her belt out a song off-key. What the hell was it about her that had him so enthralled? She was a ballbuster that was for sure. City girl with champagne tastes and he was a small town good ole boy who wanted to stay that way.

    Maybe it was the way she put everything she had into living life. The wild, carefree dancing during fast songs, clutching his ass and grinding into him (on the bar dance floor!) during the slow songs. The way she’d jumped on his back in the elevator and ridden him all the way to her room, shouting ‘cowboy up!’ when they’d passed an unamused security guard on rounds. Definitely it was the way she’d thrown her soul into every kiss and taste and thrust. He needed more of her. A whole lot more. And she’d just kissed him off.

    He dressed slowly, stopping to touch her lacy bra dangling over the arm chair. Then he spied something on the floor that made him smile wide. Oh hell yeah. She’d meet him again.

    He dressed, scratched out a ransom note and helpfully drew out directions to an old, tricked-out tree house in his part of town. See what City Girl thought about climbing up that rickety ladder!

    Took about an hour of lounging against the old oak panels of the tree house before he saw the rising dust in the distance turn into a speeding taxi. She was probably busting the driver’s balls to step on it. He allowed himself a small grin of triumph.

    She paid the driver, got out and slammed the door. Nothing like hot make-up sex after coolin’ down a burnin’ temper like hers. He appreciated her short skirt and high heels too. She may be mad as a hornet, but she’d put some thought into this.
    “What the hell are you thinking, Cowboy?”
    “I wanted to see you again.”
    She threw up her hands. “Well here I am. Throw it down!”
    “Nope. Let the taxi go first.”
    She hesitated, mouth scowling. Her shoulders rose and fell in a huff before she turned and waved the taxi off. When they were alone she cupped a hand over her eyes and stared up at him.
    “Now what, Slick?”
    “You do as the instructions said?”
    “Yeah. I’m not wearing panties.” She turned and mooned him. “Now hand it back, get your ass down here and drive me back in that beat up truck of yours. I’ve got workshops to get to.”

    Yep, everything she did, she did big. He sure loved that in a woman.

    He took her lanyard with her name badge, hotel key, and convention pass from around his neck and stuck the plastic part in his right pocket, letting the rest dangle in plain sight. “Naw. You’re gonna have to climb on up and get it.”

    Happy RT everybody! Wish I was there.


  5. jeff7salter says:

    Sarah wins another round…


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