The fiery horse gallops towards the tiresome tunnel and waits, laboriously, with a restless urgency beginning to emerge as she sits in the mindless and ubiquitous queues that stack up on a daily basis, almost irrespective of the time of day.
Hours of her life are mounting up, sitting in this stationary state but the fiery horse, in direct contravention to what is expected of such a being, patiently waits and calmly takes the immobility in her stride, for she knows that she will be cantering soon.
Yes, she will soon be doing far more than cantering. She will be galloping, riding high and searching the lands above the water for a passionate and beautiful animal of the bovine variety to take her to pastures anew where she can become the liberated, excited and invigorated animal that she has always wanted to be. And together they will search these pastures until she leans down towards the floor below her and finds the canine beast within her.
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And horses love doggies.
This week, a particular horse simply adored the total erotica of whipping her knickers aside and leaning down so that the beautiful one could stand behind her and admire her fulsome arse as she spread her legs awaiting his erect cock to enter her.
But the joy of being a doggy is that there is plenty of sniffing around to do first.
I have never seen a dog go straight up to another dog and just climb on top and have their way. They walk around, they have a sniff of genitals and they explore one another’s bodies in various intricate moves before any penetration.
So when human beings are playing doggy style, the best way to do this is behave in a similar manner and have a glorious amount of foreplay before getting on your hinds and having a glorious fuck.
This week, the Horse meandered over to her chosen animal and stood in front of him. He held her as he kissed her and allowed his hands to wander up her silkily clad thighs, reaching inside her knickers to an awaiting moistness that is divinely familiar to him. And she told him that the merest of touches could create a cataract. She knew how aroused and engorged she was. She knew that the slightest of orgasmic surges would trigger a gush of sexual juices that were clearly gathering within her. Nothing was going to prevent her dribbling her naturals out, however hard she tried to contain them. And the splattering noise of the eruption on the tiled floor as the waters cascaded from her cunt soon had both creatures stunned and overjoyed in sexual wonderment at what they were both seeing and feeling.
There was more. She was aware of the abundance of juices that seemed to be refilling within in her almost as instantaneously as they were being emitted, and despite a serious amount of mopping up, she knew that the fuck juices were about to erupt again. A finger was hardly required to burst the bubble and enable the fountain of juices to once more splatter all over the place. And she loved the feel of the wet sexiness as it dribbled down her stockings and trickled through his fingers.
Such a glorious, delirious state of sexuality!
Everyone should see this, experience this, enjoy this, delight in the warmth, depth and simplicity of human sexuality.
He wanted to see more. He wanted to photograph the trickling cum as it ran its course down her voluptuous thighs. And the horse wanted to oblige. Like a giraffe spreading their legs to reach down to the refreshment of the pool, she sidled her feet astride and leaned over with her hands on the floor, so that he could take in the delightful sight of her open pussy, glistening from the recently emitted juices. She searched through her pubes and labia to feel the wetness for herself and she shoved her fingers in deep to remind herself of how utterly wonderful it is to know your own body. And he looked and stared and snapped away, and in a sudden urgency declared that he simply had to get inside her. He had to stick his fucking stiff cock inside her and feel the remnants of her explosive orgasm wrap around his dick, inviting him in and allowing him to move up and down without any need for unnatural lubrication.
Deep into her, doggy style, she still came and she still wanted to cum. She loved and continues to love the glorious and urgent thrust of an energised man as he too realises that he as to cum too.
And he did. He even raised the side of her stocking so that he could spunk his stuff inside her clothing in a very exciting and horny manner. And she loved it! She fucking loves having that stuff rubbed into her thighs, her arse, her cunt – wherever he chooses to shoot his load.
And as he withdrew, the Horse rose from her resting place and leant down and licked his delightful cock clean.
Bliss. Utter, total, mind-numbing bliss.
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There is a time and a place for all sorts of sexual excitement. There is a total joy in being animalistic when the time is right, just as there is joy and bliss in lying down together in a state of overwhelming loveliness.
But humans really should embrace the natural rawness of their sexuality. In all kinds of relationships there is a time and a place for earthy sexual honesty, when bodies can function in animalistic states.
I love a good doggy style fuck as much as I love having a man throw the entire weight of his body onto mine as he penetrates me. And true to my equine nature, I love riding a good, healthy stiff cock that so wants to be manipulated by my pussy.
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So, if it is okay, this horse will continue to trot, canter or gallop through the tunnel waiting to be a bunny, a dog or merely a seductive woman whose needs are a plenty and whose desires can be captured and fulfilled in all sorts of positions.
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