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My favourite horse is a white Arabian stallion called
Star. He is almost wild and I am the only one who can ride him. My secret is to
use a man’s saddle and to ride without knickers, so he can smell my sex and
obey me. He is a fast and furious mount, and we both return from our jaunts
exhausted and breathless. One misty morning, we have a particularly invigorating
ride. I feel his power between my legs and the warmth of the leather on my bare
behind. I return to the stables flushed and invigorated. Alerted by the
stallion's hooves clobbering in the morning air, John the stable hand, meets me
as I enter the yard. He takes the reins and leads us into the stable.
"Nice ride, Madam?" he enquires.
"Very."
John is very attractive and rugged. He has a
reputation with the ladies and is the subject of countless rumours. I pretend
to disapprove of such gossip, but I am a little curious. He smiles up at me as
he steadies the horse and I return the gesture, he then holds out his hands to
assist me as I dismount. This is unusual, as I always manage on my own, but I
am particularly tired after my ride and think nothing of it.
I swing my leg over the saddle and face him as John
reaches up for me. He creates a circle with his arms and I slip through it as I
hop down from the horse. John holds me very tight, slowing my descent, my
skirts are unable to pass through his arms and I am soon aware that my naked
legs are sliding down against his body. The look on John's face tells me he is
aware of this also. His smile has changed; it is no longer friendly but
predatory. My body continues to slither down his and soon my bare buttocks are
exposed and my hips are pressed against him.
“Oh dear My Lady,” he snarls. “What are we going to do
about this?”
I say nothing, nor do I try to wriggle free; I am far
too invigorated from my ride, far too curious by the gossip and far too
attracted to the man in front of me to move. I feel his breath on my face,
smell the leather on his skin and hear his heart pumping deep in his powerful
chest. I know he has me right where he wants me, where he has always wanted me,
and I am dying to know what he will do next. I soon find out. Clutching me
tightly with his right arm wrapped around my waist he lifts his left hand and
slaps Star on the rump, the horse walks off. He brings his hand back to my body
and grabs my naked buttocks. I gasp in surprise as he squeezes my bottom with
his huge, dirty hands. He leans towards me, “I know exactly what we are going
to do,” he whispers in my ear.