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

"This slow rise is here you hang back,
let the others think it's all you got. They get confident see.
I lightly touch your butt with the crop, like one two.
You pick it up a step. Toss your head and snort too."

I'd be hanging back too like I barely had a clue.
Damn I loves sulky racing!

he hated to leave the bordello. the time spent there was of educational value, an experiment, or as some might consider it, a hands on experience. he had managed to drive deep into the veiled walls of the women there. examine their craft up close and personal, something that is an acquired taste. the faithful dampening of the whisky cleansed the pallet and whisk away any taste that kind a lingers.

Plead

feeling the cold and moist thing fastened to its neck
unable to see its colour but getting that it is important for You
hearing what You say
snorting and scratching the ground eagerly
feeling that pet and whinnying
then the tug at the waist belt changes as You mount the sulky again
steadying
at the first touch of the crop the pony starts off, tugging the sulky behind easily, picking up speed
getting into the steed and keeping the pace
breathing even, pretty sure it could even change to a canter if required
another crack of the crop
another burning line across the cheeks
speeding up to a canter
feeling sweat starting to cover its shoulders, forehead and chest

Quiet day today

See you soon Kit. Have a nice day. xx

Sighs as I must depart
Kitara, I will be back tonight

(g)

Be well reetha and have a lovely evening. xx

Ok, got to run, be back in a bit

Bye for now

Comes over to you and gives you a damn big hug (the hug I owed you)

Hey Sis.