Cowboy
@eroticscion.bsky.social
Friend, Lover, Confidant of @scarletaries09.bsky.social
It’s the final Monochrome Monday of the year. Let’s send it out with a bang…..
December 29, 2025 at 9:19 PM
It’s the final Monochrome Monday of the year. Let’s send it out with a bang…..
December 27, 2025 at 11:57 PM
December 27, 2025 at 8:49 PM
It’s slowly getting later….
And she’s right, feral is just getting started…
And she’s right, feral is just getting started…
December 27, 2025 at 3:58 AM
It’s slowly getting later….
And she’s right, feral is just getting started…
And she’s right, feral is just getting started…
She says the night is still very young….
It’s very young indeed….
It’s very young indeed….
December 27, 2025 at 2:40 AM
She says the night is still very young….
It’s very young indeed….
It’s very young indeed….
It’s Friday….
Has she been Feral with you yet?
Has she been Feral with you yet?
December 27, 2025 at 2:11 AM
It’s Friday….
Has she been Feral with you yet?
Has she been Feral with you yet?
Turns out all she needed for the holidays was a strand of Christmas lights. Tree’s jealous. I am too, for entirely different reasons……
December 25, 2025 at 4:11 PM
Turns out all she needed for the holidays was a strand of Christmas lights. Tree’s jealous. I am too, for entirely different reasons……
I believe @scarletaries09.bsky.social is getting closer to finding her tool….
December 24, 2025 at 3:53 AM
I believe @scarletaries09.bsky.social is getting closer to finding her tool….
She says her tool box is empty? Could this be the tool she’s missing?
December 24, 2025 at 12:59 AM
She says her tool box is empty? Could this be the tool she’s missing?
@scarletaries09.bsky.social was looking for her favorite tool. Perhaps it was at work with me?
December 24, 2025 at 12:49 AM
@scarletaries09.bsky.social was looking for her favorite tool. Perhaps it was at work with me?
On the moon’s far hush, where radios forget our names,
we lie in gravity’s gentler grammar,
your breath a constellation I learn by touch.
Shadow cups our heat, a velvet eclipse;
my hands read the quiet of your skin,
slow tides answering slow tides, no witnesses but dust.
we lie in gravity’s gentler grammar,
your breath a constellation I learn by touch.
Shadow cups our heat, a velvet eclipse;
my hands read the quiet of your skin,
slow tides answering slow tides, no witnesses but dust.
December 23, 2025 at 8:55 PM
On the moon’s far hush, where radios forget our names,
we lie in gravity’s gentler grammar,
your breath a constellation I learn by touch.
Shadow cups our heat, a velvet eclipse;
my hands read the quiet of your skin,
slow tides answering slow tides, no witnesses but dust.
we lie in gravity’s gentler grammar,
your breath a constellation I learn by touch.
Shadow cups our heat, a velvet eclipse;
my hands read the quiet of your skin,
slow tides answering slow tides, no witnesses but dust.
It’s Tuesday again…..
Do you know where your titties are?
Do you know where your titties are?
December 23, 2025 at 3:01 PM
It’s Tuesday again…..
Do you know where your titties are?
Do you know where your titties are?
It’s Feral Friday….and it’s been awhile since……
December 20, 2025 at 4:16 AM
It’s Feral Friday….and it’s been awhile since……
If she doesn’t send you tittie pics while you’re in training…..
Then what are you doing?
Then what are you doing?
December 12, 2025 at 5:38 PM
If she doesn’t send you tittie pics while you’re in training…..
Then what are you doing?
Then what are you doing?
Leather….Black Hat….Denim
What more can you ask for on a cold, wet Monochrome Monday…
My Buckeye chose the pics…
What more can you ask for on a cold, wet Monochrome Monday…
My Buckeye chose the pics…
December 1, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Leather….Black Hat….Denim
What more can you ask for on a cold, wet Monochrome Monday…
My Buckeye chose the pics…
What more can you ask for on a cold, wet Monochrome Monday…
My Buckeye chose the pics…
Monochrome Monday…..
She said the first was her favorite….
She said the first was her favorite….
November 10, 2025 at 7:50 PM
Monochrome Monday…..
She said the first was her favorite….
She said the first was her favorite….
Good Morning Butterflies….
October 30, 2025 at 2:25 PM
Good Morning Butterflies….
Circling the Wagon
I take my time behind you,
slow strides around that perfect curve,
watching the sway, the weight,
the way your ass begs for command.
My hands orbit it like moons,
palms tracing the round edges,
fingers kneading, testing,
claiming the ground inch by inch.
(1/2)
I take my time behind you,
slow strides around that perfect curve,
watching the sway, the weight,
the way your ass begs for command.
My hands orbit it like moons,
palms tracing the round edges,
fingers kneading, testing,
claiming the ground inch by inch.
(1/2)
September 17, 2025 at 9:24 PM
Circling the Wagon
I take my time behind you,
slow strides around that perfect curve,
watching the sway, the weight,
the way your ass begs for command.
My hands orbit it like moons,
palms tracing the round edges,
fingers kneading, testing,
claiming the ground inch by inch.
(1/2)
I take my time behind you,
slow strides around that perfect curve,
watching the sway, the weight,
the way your ass begs for command.
My hands orbit it like moons,
palms tracing the round edges,
fingers kneading, testing,
claiming the ground inch by inch.
(1/2)
Thirst
Your thighs unfurl, chalice of sin,
and I bow—thirst raging within.
The liquor of you, molten, obscene,
coats my tongue in a fevered sheen.
I drink your ruin, slick and raw,
each gush a command, each taste a law.
Your cries spill faster than the flood,
I’m shackled, starving, devouring good
Your thighs unfurl, chalice of sin,
and I bow—thirst raging within.
The liquor of you, molten, obscene,
coats my tongue in a fevered sheen.
I drink your ruin, slick and raw,
each gush a command, each taste a law.
Your cries spill faster than the flood,
I’m shackled, starving, devouring good
August 26, 2025 at 7:25 PM
Thirst
Your thighs unfurl, chalice of sin,
and I bow—thirst raging within.
The liquor of you, molten, obscene,
coats my tongue in a fevered sheen.
I drink your ruin, slick and raw,
each gush a command, each taste a law.
Your cries spill faster than the flood,
I’m shackled, starving, devouring good
Your thighs unfurl, chalice of sin,
and I bow—thirst raging within.
The liquor of you, molten, obscene,
coats my tongue in a fevered sheen.
I drink your ruin, slick and raw,
each gush a command, each taste a law.
Your cries spill faster than the flood,
I’m shackled, starving, devouring good
Pronouns: He/Him, Cowboy
Height: 5'5”
Shoe: 10, boots 9.5
Zodiac: Leo ♌️
Smoke: No
Tattoos: 5 and more to come
Piercings: None
Fav. Drinks: Jameson, Black Coffee, Mountain Dew, Cheerwine
Height: 5'5”
Shoe: 10, boots 9.5
Zodiac: Leo ♌️
Smoke: No
Tattoos: 5 and more to come
Piercings: None
Fav. Drinks: Jameson, Black Coffee, Mountain Dew, Cheerwine
August 26, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Pronouns: He/Him, Cowboy
Height: 5'5”
Shoe: 10, boots 9.5
Zodiac: Leo ♌️
Smoke: No
Tattoos: 5 and more to come
Piercings: None
Fav. Drinks: Jameson, Black Coffee, Mountain Dew, Cheerwine
Height: 5'5”
Shoe: 10, boots 9.5
Zodiac: Leo ♌️
Smoke: No
Tattoos: 5 and more to come
Piercings: None
Fav. Drinks: Jameson, Black Coffee, Mountain Dew, Cheerwine
See a slutty waist…..post a slutty waist…..
August 24, 2025 at 2:54 PM
See a slutty waist…..post a slutty waist…..
Beneath my shadow,
her breath becomes surrender—
mind, body, soul bound,
woven tight in whispered oaths,
she is mine, in all she is.
her breath becomes surrender—
mind, body, soul bound,
woven tight in whispered oaths,
she is mine, in all she is.
August 6, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Beneath my shadow,
her breath becomes surrender—
mind, body, soul bound,
woven tight in whispered oaths,
she is mine, in all she is.
her breath becomes surrender—
mind, body, soul bound,
woven tight in whispered oaths,
she is mine, in all she is.
