| Hey there all, good to see you once again. I'm a quiet person and don't yammer on a lot. Also, I tend to be rather over opinionated and do my best to keep out of trouble with my big mouth. So, I vote where I can and share my thoughts with people that intrigue me. Otherwise, I... So, before I begin I just wanted to say hello to all of those who know me and a happy and warm hello to those whom I haven't had the pleasure of speaking with yet. This fantasy I'm about to share is something that I've talked about to a few other fellow zoos. It's a dream I hope to accomplish but will take me a few years yet to achieve. It's the combination of my two favorite things, horses and showers. Horses are a given around here but I think there's a deep psychological loving with showers, the whole "clean while being dirty" scene. There are the confines of being nude with each other and occupying a small area that was more meant for one person then two. I find it very intimate to wash and clean your partner. The working of lather into the body and exploring the curves and features of your mate. Mmmm... makes my mouth water... So, without further ado, on with my story...PS: This is MY fantasy and MY story I'm sharing. Don't bother taking it and trying to claim it as your own. Stealing will only lead to bad karma for you. Plus, I'll drill a hole in your forehead with my thumb as soon as I catch you… *chuckle* Thank you... -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Damn it, I'm hot. Spending eight hours on top of a horse sure can be tiring at times. Hell, who am I to complain though? At least I didn't have someone riding on my back whole time.I squeeze my heels together on the flanks of my mare, Angel. She lifts her head wearily and spies me for a moment. I look back into her soul, give her a high-pitched whistle and push myself forward in the saddle. She lunges forward to build up her momentum before she lulls into a weak trot. I'm done for the day now and there doesn't seem like much of a reason to torment her more. I aim her head to the pasture gate and she seems to sense our departure. She gives a happy little skip in her trot and picks up the pace a bit. We arrive safely at the gate as I dismount her to unhook the chain from the gate. I lead her by the reins out the gate and decide a walk for me will do us both a favor. We walk together for the rest of the half-mile between the pasture gate and to the house.Sweat glues my T-shirt to my body and it hangs on me like a heavy second skin. I peal it off of me as we begin our journey up the curvy gravel driveway. We come up to the poll shed and I slip her halter over her bridle. I attach the lanyard firmly anchored on the shed wall to her halter as I start to undo the leather straps of her bridle. I pull her bit out gently with an audible "bit" to her as she lets it slip out of her mouth. I give her a quick kiss on the cheek and let my arm slide underneath her head to pull her to me in a hug. I whisper into her ear that she performed excellent today and she deserves a good break. I depart from her but not before I give her cheek another peck. I come about on her side to loosen her saddle. White foamy sweat leaks out under the leather skirting of her saddle. I pull her cinch up to pull it out of the buckle. I undo the loops that held the saddle to her back and let the cinch fall cleanly to the ground. I pull the saddle by the horn and heave it up on my shoulder. Her saddle blanket is a heavier shade of blue as her sweat has permeated throughout it. I tug is off of her and set the saddle down on it's front to let it air dry out. I flip the blanket over the railing and I take a good look as her. She sways her head over to look at me. I give her a quiet little smile as I admire her form.Damn it all, horses are about the sexiest animals alive. Her muscles swim under the cover of chestnut velvet. Muscles fold under and protrude up like a dancing of steel cables beneath fine silk. Foamy sweat drips off of her as sacred rivers that have flowed for centuries. She smells of musk, dirt and oil. She paws the ground with her hooves, ripping the dirt and grass beneath her. Her nostril flare into cannons that shot air in and out with vivid emphasis. She anticipates my touch, my caress, and my feel. Her soft brown eyes melt my rigid posture. We need to get clean and cool off. I raise her an eyebrow and she giggles with her eyes to me. I saunter up to her as I sway my hips as sexily as I can for her. I cradle her head in my arms once more. I rub my cheek against hers and fondle her chest with my off hand. "Are you ready for our shower?" I ask her. Her eyes shoot open wide and her hind feet dance merrily in rhythm. She always gets excited with our private time together.I give her a tender kiss on her lips and hold it for as long as I can. I slide my hand under her jaw to unfasten her bridle. I step back to marvel at her God given form. She stands before me as nature had intended for her. I flash her a sly smile and give her a wink. No sense in putting her through standing bare alone. I thank the day I was finally able to move back out to the country to a place of my own. Nearest neighbor was eight miles away and that’s the way I preferred it. I striped down to my birthday suit to join her company.I walked to the back of the shed with her following close behind. I lifted the key from its hiding space beneath the fifth stair leading to the loft. I proceeded to the back of the shed to our modified “tool” shed. I had spent nearly three thousand dollars on our private tool shed but every penny was worth it. I jiggled the key into the lock and folded the twin cedar doors outwards. Behind the locked doors stood our private refreshment area.I took great pride into constructing our private bathing area. The shed was eight feet long by twelve feet wide with a ten-foot high-pitched top. The floor was lined with three separate drains and covered in no slip rubber matting. The plumbing was in itself an architectural marvel. Six showed heads lined the ceiling with the very pricey “rain maker” type heads. There was only a single pair of hot and cold taps but separate knobs controlled which showerheads came on and off. The walls were lined in fogged glass blocks with a lighting system behind them to give mood lighting when desired. I even had waterproof dimmer switches installed to control the soft white overhead glow lighting for the mood at hand.I entered with gusto and Angel is hot on my heels following me in. I gave her a sweet love tap with my shoulder on hers as I bask in her glow. I turned on the lights and set the temperature to a slightly cool but bearable setting before closing the “shower” doors behind us.I flipped every other showerhead on and panicked slightly to feel the cold refreshing water splash against my naked flesh. I shivered a bit before standing erect again to face my Angel. Water has started to mat her mane down across her neck and draw her forelocks between her creamy brown eyes. I stepped up to her and drew her close to share our warmth together. I close my eyes as I laid my head against her firm neck. She dropped her head across my back in greeting and reflected her feelings to me. I hold onto her tightly as if she was about to slip away from me. I find solace and comfort in our sacred bond. I look up to her and draw my hand across her chest in a playful manner. I can’t keep my lips away from her jaw line. I trace a pattern of small kisses across her jaw as I work my way up to her ear. I flick my tongue out to trace around the outside of her ear. I suck her ear into my mouth as I play with it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.She pulls back slightly and shakes her head at the funny feeling. Water splashes me across my face as it’s let loose from her mane. I smile warmly at her from wet eyes. I grab a bottle of mild, mint and lavender, Tail and Mane shampoo from the wall and start to work a handful between my fingers.I turn off the middle showerhead to let my work progress. I work the shampoo into her shoulders as I work my way down her back. I draw a squiggle of shampoo across her back and use my fingertips to work it into deep and tired muscles. She stretches against the weight of my hands and is pleased that I’m hitting all the right spots. She knickers in a barely audible voice of both pleasure and delight.I work the lather around her barrel down to her soft belly. I work the shampoo in at the same time I scratch her belly with the same motion. She grunts her enjoyment to me as she achieves a new level in her horizontal length. I continue to work the lather around her and catch it around her thighs. I use the knife-edge of my hand to press into her flank as it slips freely under her into her groin. I begin to work the inside of her thighs and work my way gradually to the middle. I feel her udder slide against the back of my hand and pause a moment to slip a soapy finger around a nipple. I toy with her nipples a bit in a mixture of foreplay and getting the dirt collected between her utters out. I can sense her enjoyment and relaxation, feeling her beginning to melt around my hand.I press my chest against her and work the shampoo even more with my whole body. I come around to her backside and start to work a new handful of shampoo into her tail. I give her tail a few soapy strokes before she lifts her tail over her hips to expose herself to me. She swings her head around to meet my gaze back at her. She gives me a quiet smile before she exposes a few winks at me. The flash of pink tissue catches my attention and draws me to her pouty vaginal lips. She gives me another full wink of her clitoris and I draw a beeline with my nose to her sweet spot. I inhale deeply and the secret department in my brain registers the beginning of her heat coming. I breathe in intensely to soak up her pheromones into my receptors. I give her lips a playful lick and catch her honey on the tip of my tongue. She takes joy in the sensation and I’m rewarded with a deep grunt.I take time now to clean myself up as well. I use her body as my own personal bar of soap as I grind myself against her. I work a good lather up between us and feel the refreshing crisp mint ease my muscles. I glide my hand around her body as I walk back over to the showerhead controls.The nods get twisted one by one as each of the silent four heads comes to life. A little groan of pipes fills the air as backpressure eases out of the system. The shower space becomes a curtain of water as I start to rinse us both off. Her normally light chestnut fur has turned a deep, dark brown with the water rinsing her. Water races across her back and down her sides like sheets of liquid glass. Her normally erect mane has been plastered against her strong neck. I watch in awe of her beauty and I’m happy to spend these special times together. Time sits itself aside for us to enjoy our endeavor.I press again into her body with mine. I never want to let these times go past us. The bond we share is as old as life itself. We share our blessed bond with no one else but us. Everything I could every hope for in a partner she fulfills for me. I’m a rich man in soul and spirit.I kiss her passionately along her face to race to her lips. I wipe my lolled tongue against her full lips and tease her top lip into my mouth to suck on. We make loud wet sounds as our mouths hunger for each other’s taste. I close my eyes to reflect on the excitement between us. Our tongues play with each other for what seems like a heartbeat in the universe when I feel her start to pull away from me. My eyes flash open and I’m bewildered to what causes my mate has to rejecting my advancements. Her doe eyes spring forth our love and I’m content in the moment to see her happy. She takes a further step backwards and proceeds to spin herself around in the confinement of the shower to expose her cherry-hot teardrop shaped lips to me. My mind takes in the scenic view and I’m lost in lovely ecstasy. My mind does seem to register her next move even though I see it coming. She proceeds to squat her hind legs slightly and move her drenched tail aside for but a moment before a torrent of urine drenches my chest. My dreamy state is awakened as the hot liquid blends itself into the cool clear water. I’m both hot and cold at the same time with nowhere to go as her urine douses me from head to toe in the confined space. She winks several times to me to further gain my interest as her warm eyes gaze into me. I give her a polite nod prior to my progression to her honey pot.My girl enjoys her baths and enjoys her tongue baths with even more fervor. I press my lips gently against her vaginal lips as I slip my tongue through both. I stroke her clitoris with the tip of my tongue that sends a momentary shiver down her legs. I’m repaid for my efforts with her launching herself backwards to pin me against the glass shower wall. I’m trapped against two immovable objects with to escape. All about me is darkness as my face is buried into her and watch splashes around us. However, I am both deaf and blind to the world as my only working senses at the time are smell and taste. Her hormones have me at her mercy as I my only instinct is to drive my tongue further into her. She continues to eject her clit rapidly against my assaulting tongue. I hold her fast in my arms as I feel her muscle ripple in pleasure to my touch. Within moments, her love potion #9 baits me into a devotion of gratification.I am driven by both hormonal rage and sexual urgency to achieve her orgasm. My tongue flips and rolls rapidly to reach every pleasure sensor she has. Madness envelops me into even higher levels of indulgence. She presses harder against me in an attempt to swallow my tongue. Her breathing and mine has become more of a steam engine sound then anything else. Grunts and moans of pleasure are mixed with those of soft raindrops striking the ground. Her orgasm is but moments away and I take her the rest of the way home.I swallow hard against her orgasm with her fluid filling my mouth. Primal instincts urge me to nurse on her clitoris like a child to a milk filled nipple. Her clit plays a game of cat and mouse with me as she pulls her bud out of my mouth only to cause me to suck harder to pull it back in. She rocks and sways like a willow in a storm riding the waves of her flowing orgasm.Light stabs at my eyes for what seems like the first time in days. I blink them awake to see Angel soaked, happy and still wanting. Her body glows and shimmers in the cascade of water flowing over her. Her tail remains lifted off to the side and she seems to call out to me with her soft eyes. No more invitation is needed for my relief. I pull the hidden create out from the shadows of the ceiling and rest it gently behind her. I step up behind her as her head cocks around to see my progression.My member throbs and bounces letting droplets fly about us. I rest my cock gently at her entrance as I lean tenderly over her. She gives a quick thrust backwards to admit my access into her love canal.Hormones and impulse drive my needs. I thrust into her with vehemence and desire. The world outside of the room no longer exists. She lowers her head down in pleasure as I continue the onslaught of her womanhood. Soap suds bubble and boil between us in a ballet of chaos. My skin shivers from the cold of the water but I can’t feel the bitter chill. I thrust rapidly into her as I begin to feel the familiar pressure well up in my loins. Sloppy squishing sounds fill the air to heighten my experience. There is the incredible strain of pressure that tightens my jewels against me before the popping release flows into my lover. I thrust once more with such force that it brings me over her back and up to my tiptoes. She squeezes and winks against my sundering rod to relieve her own aching itch. She milks my life giver for every last drop to be deposited into her womb.I throw my head back and roar out my built-up tension. Angels joins my exhilaration with a trumpet call of her own. I collapse on her back as she massages my member to softness. I’m soaked with her but still need to get clean. I lay quietly over her as I roll my hands against her sides. I gather a bit of energy to my legs to pull myself off of her. I slip down to my feet and collect myself. She still continues to roll her heels on invisible waves of pleasure. I drag my body over her to her front and I hold and cuddle her tightly against me. “Thank you my love”, I whisper to her. “I hope you sleep soundly tonight my dear” barely audible above the crashing rainfall. I pat her on the neck tenderly, “Feel free to sleep in tomorrow morning, you deserve the day off.”She clicks a sound in her throat that seems to salute a “yes sir” to me. I smile broadly as I finish rinsing her and myself off. I twist the water flow off and cease the storm. I can’t stop smiling in knowing what a lucky person I am to have found such a deep and content love. I towel dry her off and she helps lick the water off of me. I stand there before her in amazement and admiration. I love her in ways that normal society can’t and will probably never understand. However, that’s fine with her and me. When society catches up with us, perhaps they too will know the joy and pleasure of a horse’s absolute love.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Well, that’s my little tale of love and fantasy. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it… Please, all thoughts and comments are welcomed and very appreciated. I tried my best to remain in first person present tense but did find a few past tense verbiage infiltrating a couple of sentences. I only went over this story once before I posted because I’ve already spent six hours writing it. Hope you all can forgive me… To those mods out there that seem to find fault in my story, please issue me a few private comments to allow me to fix whatever you find wrong. I do try hard to follow all the multitude of rules, but I AM (damn it all, well, opposible thumbs are nice I suppose…) human after all and thus prone to errors. I will do whatever I can to fix any errors for the rest of the enjoyment of the board. Thank you all very much for your time.HyBrithe Resurgam |
