Wandering bi …

sipping my tea & watching the clouds roll in...

hearing Your words
already taking deep breathes though pretending to breath hard
focusing its mind onto that hill
preparing, steadying inwardly
realising that little flat, using it to focus and get steps and breath in sync

hearing Your shout and slightly leaning forward
no longer caring too much about pose
but focusing on speed and breathing
jerking forward as Your cop bites the sweat covered ass cheeks with a loud SMACK!
urging forward with doubled motivation

I'm requesting hb11 for room #r-garage

thank you

Peahcy creamy with a capital "P". How's you?

"Hello, Sis!"

Smiles and hugs you up warmly.

"How are you today?"

looks in for a few

Hiya Sis.

Smiles

U

D

Declothed

"Don't pretend; breathe deep. You need it.
Don't fight your gear. use it. Every instinct you got
centered on this hill."

There was a little flat just as the first rise tops out.
It was all uphill from here. "Maxie," I says
and smacks your ass hard with the crop. "Andale. Let's go. All you got!"

turn

GLS

Gonna Lick Slow

left

wandering in before the thunderstorm...

"Oh, my God! You absolute tease!"

Giggles.

"I'd love to have my feet licked by goats."

Nods lots.

listening
getting to understand Your tactics
But the pony of course fully relies onto the reins and crop in Your hands
feeling the crop touch pumping butt cheeks, but not biting, feeling encouraged
whinnying and keeping up the canter rather easily - but pretending to breath hard

destined to be the hero and savior as he walks alone bearing the weight of the village on his shoulders, an unsung hero.

it was not by choice he left and contrary to all belief he was not hurled from the second floor by the bordello security. something was afoot, be it construction or medical quarantine. he was asked to leave for a while until things improved, or until they painted or restocked the vinegar crocks. now he finds himself on the cobbled streets of the village once more alone and exposed.just as well as he has no desire to return to the surrounding forest anymore. the darkness of the forests and woods are a sanctuary for things that go bump in the night and things that live below ground that can spring up at any moment that consist of nothing more than teeth and an endless hunger. he will spend his days and a nights as an endless wanderer between taverns and pubs.

looks in for a few