My mother as a widow in her late 60s read romance novels which were basically soft porn erotica
Like Zane Grey meets Xavier Hollander
“The stranger she’d noticed earlier at the cemetery by her husbands grave moved like a leopard from the shadow ....despite her reflex to flee she didn’t resist when he pulled her close and she smelled the tobacco and saddle tack and gunpowder on him as his firm but warm grasp groped her heaving breasts and he warmly kissed her neck .....again she didn’t resist....she felt his other hand move up her thigh and caress her now eager wiling and oh so dewey womanhood aroused in such carnal ways she’d never experienced even with her dear husband who was the only man she’d ever known like this till this moment
......he was gentle with her as he kissed her lovingly and she felt herself going places deeper and more intensely ever in her 35 years of life
She felt as though she was leaving her own body... as she arranged herself even more vulnerable and opened to this oh so intense and powerful man yet she felt not one ounce fear of him....her instincts just melted away lost in the ecstasy
Later they collapsed in a heap upon one another in the sweet smell of Timothy hay and noticed all the horses staring intently at them both until they went back to grazing
He dressed and declared you know what I have to do I’ll try to make it back to you and the boy ...
If you’ll have me.
She pleaded knowing the risks he faced avenging his family that had been butchered ..by the same Killers
But she knew he had to
She watched him ride off towards the red rocks as the sunset glistened in that late afternoon clarity somewhat ashamed she’d submitted so readily knowing her dear husband had only been dead a year but praying to The Lord the stranger did indeed return........did she dare allow her to think she might love again
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that’s sorta the gist of western romance erotica....it’s like mild benevolent stranger rape fantasy....an innocuous ravage by a stranger who’s redeemed
Luke and Laura sorta..
I really don’t think that’s what women want
They do wish to be ravaged .....no question...and to submit sexually sometimes
Which is quite a conundrum for hipster women immersed in soft boys
I would read some of my moms books out loud to piss her off.....it was funny...she didn’t think so bless her heart
and I bet she was thinking "bless his little heart..."