wilden westen: Tales of Courage, Hope, and Mystery

Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in wilden westen. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than wilden westen,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “wilden westen” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “wilden westen” climax ever recorded.