🌵 Coyote Rock: Where Desire Rides 🌵 He’d passed Coyote Rock a hundred times before, its jagged silhouette just another landmark in the desert’s endless sprawl. But today, it pulsed with memory—raw, electric, unforgettable. A week ago, everything changed. The moment he turned off the trail, the scent of sunbaked earth mingled with the memory of her—S.L.—and the way she’d looked at him that day. Mischief in her eyes, sunlight dancing across her bare skin, she was wild and free, like the desert wind itself. He remembered the way she moved, fluid and fearless, climbing the rock with a playful smirk and a challenge in her voice. Mount me, she’d said, her voice low, sultry, commanding. It wasn’t just lust—it was something deeper. Primal. A call to surrender. He’d tried to keep control, but she unraveled him with every glance, every whispered word. Her body had welcomed him with warmth and softness, and he’d lost himself in the rhythm of their connection, the way she opened to him, the wa...