Twisted Erotica

>Saddle Man<
I remember you oh so well, back at boarding school, the boys used to call you Lil' Miss Wild Mustang.
The rumors had it that you could not be broken, you could run circles around all the comers.
When you walked by me, I could feel how feral you were, it dripped all around you.
Back then, though I never said it, I knew you were the pick of the herd,
you had the whitest teeth & your legs looked so strong,
a fine meaty ass like a champion palomino.
And now the time has come, I have you right where I want you...
I want to tame you...
I want to break you!
So mount me Missus,
climb right up on top of me
way up firm & high & let my face be your saddle...
let my tongue be your horn!
Oh yeah, hop on & hang on
for the ride of your life.
Fork me,
fork me,
fork me harder,
tighten my hobble strap
& fork me even harder now.
That's it, put your head back & scream in ecstasy...
kick me violently with your silver spurs, crouch low...
let my ears be your stirrups, hang on tight little filly,
mash my nose, smother me in your folds
& ride me hard off into the sunset forever....
yeehaw!

Stand erect
hands folded
across midriff
close eyes
inhaled
bowed
in gratitude

Seems some one was very happy .