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Hello, lured listeners. Welcome

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back to the Kiss Me Quick's erotica

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podcast. This once again is not Rose

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Caraway. Rose is not feeling

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good today. Plus

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she's got a sick animal that she's taking

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care of so she's feeling pretty low right

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now. So y'all

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just keep her in her thoughts, but

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she'll be back. She's got a lot more in store for

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you and she can't wait to share it with you. So

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in the meantime, I'm going to be sharing an

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old episode that we published in May of 2015.

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This one's an unusual one and I think it's

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pretty good. So enjoy.

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Leave us some comments. Let us know what you think.

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Share the show with a friend. That would be great.

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And we'll talk to you soon. Hey

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lured listeners. Welcome back to

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the Kiss Me Quick's erotica

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podcast. This is your favorite

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sexy librarian Rose Caraway. I

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hope all of you guys are doing well.

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I know Big Daddy is. He's making pelvic

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thrust motions outside of my window. So I

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know he's you know in a grand mood.

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Hey, I hope you guys are doing well. I hope you're

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ready for a sexy story written by me.

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Finally, I know. I'm really excited to

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bring it to you guys. So, you

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know, get ready. First,

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I wanted to sort of make

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an official announcement. I

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just released this last week.

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I didn't do any PR not much sharing

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on Facebook or Twitter, but I

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did just officially publish through Stupid

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Fish Productions. Eddie

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the auger Harley Misadventures in

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porn. It is now available the

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Kindle aversion. The

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Kindle version. Hopefully there will be

1:45

no aversions. It's

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only $2.99. It's three bucks. And

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some of you guys might remember Eddie. He

1:55

was quite popular in the very beginning

1:57

when the KMCU kind of came out. He

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was many, many lurid listeners

2:02

favorite character. Well, I've got

2:04

him all put together. In fact, I made him quite

2:06

a bit more substantial. I kept him

2:08

at 11 and a half inches. You

2:11

know, his penis is still 11 and a half inches, but

2:13

you know, his character is quite a bit more substantial

2:15

as are all the other characters that

2:18

he was involved with. So

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this is an ebook. It's five chapters

2:22

and each chapter sort of set up

2:24

like its own little

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porn scene. And

2:29

I had a ton of fun with

2:31

this. The audio version will

2:34

be available. I'm going to redo

2:36

it. I had it already once before,

2:38

but I didn't like it. And so I've

2:40

decided to redo it. Well, hell, you even

2:42

changed the decade. I changed. That's one of

2:44

the best parts about it. That is it.

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You know me, I love cliches. I've

2:49

now based Eddie DeAugur Harley right

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smack dab in 1984 when VHS was

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starting to bring, as

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we say in the synopsis, bringing porn

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home to the masses. So a

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lot of you people of the eighties

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will greatly appreciate that. I

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know I did. I had fun researching everything. Big

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Daddy had fun. And I do

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hope to continue Eddie's story

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and misadventures. I've

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got a few ideas floating around. I'll

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get another episode out to the KMQ for

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you guys as well. So, you

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know, I like to give you guys some stuff for

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free. So I will do that also. So if you

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are interested in supporting the show, as always do

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so by going to Amazon or

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you could go to the website, thekissmequicks.com, click

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on my little books tab and Eddie DeAugur

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Harley will be the very first book on

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that list. Or just go to Amazon and

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search Eddie DeAugur Harley.

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Again, it's only $2.99 available in

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Kindle. He will come

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about to print and audio. So

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I'm looking forward to that too. Also,

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let's see, this month,

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this May. Rose Caraway's

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Dirty 30 Anthology will be published.

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It will first be available in

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e-book, and then it'll go straight

4:08

to audio for you lovely listeners,

4:11

and then it will be available in print. A

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lot of the authors that are featured in

4:16

this anthology are in the Sexy Librarians' Big

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Book of Erotica, and I've got

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a few new authors to introduce you guys

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to as well. So that's a very special

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project to Big Daddy and I. It's our

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first major publication

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through Stupid Fish Productions, and we

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are so stoked to bring it

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to you guys because we had you

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specifically in mind when putting this together.

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All of these stories are

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designed to be read aloud.

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Whether or not you wanna listen to me, I

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hope you do whenever it comes available in audio.

4:48

I welcome you, invite you to grab

4:50

a copy of it and read it

4:52

with your partner. It'll be a ton

4:54

of fun. It's really good too.

4:56

I mean, I know, of course we're gonna say that,

4:59

right? But it truly, really,

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really, really is good, and

5:04

enjoyable as all heck, so we're

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very excited about it. I'm totally stoked

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about it. I'm glad to hear that

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because, you know me, I love the adventuresome types

5:13

of erotica, so that's

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what I seek out the most.

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So I'm very excited to be

5:20

bringing that. I can't wait, I

5:22

cannot wait. I printed it and I kinda

5:24

got the jitters in my stuff. I

5:27

was like, oh my god, it's really happening.

5:29

So for

5:31

real, we're about to put

5:33

out a major anthology. Yeah,

5:35

every time we go through it, I feel like it gets better. I

5:39

feel like you should read this, do

5:41

yourself a favor, read it, listen to it at least

5:43

more than once. It gets better. The good

5:45

stuff always does, yeah. And we'll obviously, we'll

5:47

play a couple of stories on

5:49

the podcast so you guys can get a sample of

5:52

that. All right, so I

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think that that is all of the news. Coming

5:56

up right now, I have got my

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story. It is. titled Halter

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and Hook. It is

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my very first equine story, sort

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of shape shiftery paranormal, if

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you want it to be, if you don't want it to be, I don't

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know, I think it's up to you. I'll let you guys judge

6:12

whether or not it's a paranormal. It's

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based on a dream I had way back

6:17

in 2010. Growing up,

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I did, my family did have

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a horse. And so

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there were many, many aspects of that

6:29

adventure that I loved. And

6:31

one of the most memorable things was,

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I remember my mother, I think

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I've talked about this before, but my mother actually,

6:38

you know, would give the horse, would

6:41

wash it. That was my introduction

6:43

to how gigantic horse penises are.

6:45

So I think it's something

6:47

that almost everybody can relate to,

6:49

just a sort of jaw dropping,

6:51

whoa, moment. And so I kind

6:54

of play a little bit with that in Halter and Hook. So

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I'm ready to introduce you to Shelby,

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who is quite a slut, and she just

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wants some good sex. Here

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is my story titled Halter

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and Hook. Stop

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Shelby, Brad said, as he kissed me

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inside the feed stall of my father's

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stables. My new horse,

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a true desert Brad Arabian, winnied

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against the thunder that rolled outside.

7:44

Hot blooded horses

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were never comfortable during monsoon season.

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I wanted to go to Sagan's stall to

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make sure he was okay, but

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I had other things I was tending to at

7:57

the moment. Come

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on, Brad. Let me in.

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I purred next to his ear and

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then snagged his earlobe with my teeth. The

8:08

sound of heavy rain and wind beat against

8:10

the side of the stables. The

8:13

storm was supposed to last until morning.

8:16

I mentally crossed my fingers that Brad

8:18

would too. My

8:20

actual fingers were currently rubbing Brad's

8:23

ass off. You

8:32

know I don't like that kind of stuff. He

8:35

pried my probing fingers away,

8:37

preventing me from dipping inside.

8:40

But I wouldn't be deterred. Besides,

8:43

I liked the way his muscled weight squirmed on

8:46

top of me. I

8:48

easily wrenched my hand free from his

8:51

bandaged one and tried to

8:53

gain access to his secret bud once more.

8:55

But a heated wrestling match ensued, which

8:58

was exciting for me, but not

9:01

so much for Brad. Exasperated,

9:03

he finally settled for pinning

9:06

my arms above my head with his good

9:08

hand, and then he pressed his

9:10

hips against mine, hard, trying

9:13

to instill his dominance over me. His

9:17

cock was hot against my skin, but

9:19

a little boring as it

9:21

lay sandwiched between my stomach and his.

9:25

He breathed heavily and had developed a

9:27

light sweat over his bare chest. The

9:31

smell of a ready cock mixed

9:33

with a scent of damp hay

9:35

drove me wild. Brad

9:38

leaned down, tried to kiss

9:40

me again, coaxed me into submission,

9:44

but he hadn't pained me yet. Apparently

9:57

he almost hit me in front of a in,

10:00

scared a mark that immediately

10:03

began swelling. Damn

10:05

it, Shelby! You're as bad

10:07

as that damn horse of yours! Brad

10:09

winced, checking his lip for blood.

10:13

Why do you fight me all the time? Can't

10:15

you just make love like normal girls

10:17

do? He

10:19

withdrew from me. Sure,

10:22

my new horse hated Brad. Bit

10:24

him any time the guy was near me. Sagan

10:27

was like that with all the guys I dated.

10:30

I kind of liked that quality in him. It

10:33

was especially helpful if a breakup went bad.

10:36

And lately, it felt like

10:38

they were all going bad. It

10:46

was a challenge to date since Sagan

10:49

had arrived. But

10:51

the truth was, bronc riders

10:54

just didn't know anything about

10:56

real endurance. Eight

10:59

seconds, that's all they cared about.

11:02

If a guy wanted the chance to fuck me,

11:04

then he needed to do more than just

11:06

hold on for a few wild bucks. I

11:10

wanted someone who could perform for

11:12

the duration. Make

11:14

me hold on for a change. Oh,

11:17

you're just being a sore loser because you

11:19

didn't win at the finals and get a lousy

11:21

trophy. Because you're weirdly

11:24

jealous, hellion of a horse bit my

11:26

hand, I couldn't hold my

11:28

grip. From

11:31

his stall, Sagan knayed as though

11:33

proud of this fact. When

11:37

was he gonna get past the whole your

11:39

horse bit my hand thing? I

11:42

was really turned on and wanted

11:44

his weight back on top of me, making

11:46

my spine dig into the sharp

11:48

straw of our big three-string bale.

11:53

I flashed my best pouty face in

11:55

return. I thought

11:57

you guys liked a challenging ride.

12:01

When he didn't respond, it

12:03

irritated me. I disliked

12:05

all the cold space growing between

12:07

us. You know what? I

12:10

think a better question is, why are you

12:12

wussing out on me? Brad

12:15

just stared back at me, incredulous.

12:18

His prairie blue eyes were nothing

12:20

short of adorable in his annoyance.

12:24

Wussing out? What, because I'm tired

12:26

of trying to catch hold of you? He

12:30

sighed, flexed his injured hand.

12:33

Look, guys are all for chasing skirt

12:35

or whatever, a little bit. But

12:38

we shouldn't have to chase you all the damn

12:40

time. It's exhausting. Plus,

12:43

it hurts like hell. He

12:45

checked to see if his lip was still bleeding. It

12:48

wasn't. I'd barely broken the skin.

12:51

Oh, stop being such a crybaby.

12:54

I tried to be playful with a

12:56

seductive whip of my messy, straw-strewn

12:59

hair. But Brad

13:01

had officially forfeited. He

13:03

yanked his rain dampened jeans and t-shirt off

13:05

the hook next to where my hat hung. And

13:08

after a few clumsy steps, he was

13:10

dressed again. God, he

13:12

was beautiful. Brunk

13:14

riders always were. So

13:17

tight and damn strong, too. Especially

13:20

when they were moving around on top of you.

13:23

But as always, they never lasted very

13:25

long. Brad

13:28

started to walk away, but then

13:30

he turned on muddy boot heels and

13:32

my heart leapt. I

13:34

hadn't moved an inch, other than propping

13:37

myself up onto my elbows. I

13:40

stayed sprawled out on the straw

13:42

bale, allowing him to

13:44

take advantage of my near

13:46

nakedness. My

13:48

skirt lay rumpled on the barn floor, but

13:51

my boots, button-up shirt, and

13:54

front-clasped bra were still on,

13:57

though several buttons were now missing and

13:59

my bras I also knew that I

14:01

possessed the sweetest napples he'd ever tasted.

14:07

He'd confessed as much just a week ago. I

14:14

think first met in the rodeo finals. Brad

14:36

wasn't the first bronc rider to suck me

14:38

on a bale of hay, by far. I,

14:42

on the other hand, was his

14:44

first slut. Another confession

14:46

he'd made while I'd sucked him

14:48

off behind the snack shack the

14:50

very afternoon we'd met. He'd

14:54

been totally game for all my

14:56

unbridled antics that first week. Surprised,

14:59

but game. I

15:02

should have listened to my instincts, though, and

15:04

gone a little slower with this second

15:06

week. But damn it,

15:09

I was a woman with a certain stamina.

15:12

I needed to be ridden hard and

15:15

put away very wet. Make

15:18

love, please. It

15:29

seemed that lately, bronco

15:32

riders, the hardiest of men,

15:34

were letting me down, one

15:37

after the other. I mean,

15:39

what the hell? Was it too much to

15:41

ask for a little rollick and romp? Last

15:45

chance, Brad tried, his

15:47

voice dry, pathetic. I

15:51

sat up, spread my knees, fleshed

15:53

my smooth-shaven pussy along the way,

15:55

and even offered one of my sexiest lips.

16:00

nibbling smiles. Brad

16:05

hesitated, but then he shook his

16:07

head clear of the spell I was casting upon him.

16:10

He slipped back into control, adjusted

16:13

that tasty cock of his, and

16:15

then, without so much as a fuck you,

16:18

he walked out of the stall, heels

16:21

scuffing over the concrete. I heard

16:24

Sagan neigh over the thunder. Well,

16:28

shit. chirping

16:51

Damn you, pony boy. At least my

16:53

horse gets me to the finish line.

16:56

I tossed a handful of straw in

16:58

Brad's direction, but it all fanned

17:01

out and fell short, much

17:03

as me plans had. It

17:05

growled frustration. The

17:07

only response I got was the sound of the

17:10

hay-lof door, as it

17:12

was blown open and battered against

17:14

the stable. At least

17:16

something was getting tamed tonight. chirping Well,

17:26

it was too early to call it quits. Barely

17:28

midnight, for God's sake. The

17:31

hay-lof door gave another succession of

17:34

loud bangs. The

17:36

storm was really beginning to kick up. Rain

17:39

would be pouring inside. I

17:41

needed to hurry my ass up there and

17:44

secure that damn thing before the rain ruined

17:46

everything. But

17:48

then I looked down at my neglected

17:50

body, and before I knew it,

17:53

I started taking stock. What

17:56

was Brad thinking walking out on me

17:58

like that? Well,

18:00

clearly he wasn't thinking. My

18:03

body was soft, ripe,

18:06

nubile, and my

18:08

breasts were perfect. All

18:12

the guys said so. They

18:14

tilted upwards like two beautiful, milky

18:16

teardrops that begged to quench

18:18

a man's greatest thirst. I

18:21

sat up straighter and pressed them together.

18:25

They were a good, sizable weight that

18:27

more than overfilled my own palms. That's

18:30

all right, girls. I'll take care of all of them.

18:33

I moved a hand lower, was ready,

18:36

at the very least, to work in

18:38

some self-love a few times before

18:40

climbing all the way up to take care of the loft

18:42

door. Just

18:45

as the tip of my middle finger found

18:47

my clit, I heard something.

18:53

Bread? I immediately

18:55

smiled, thinking bread had only been

18:57

playing hard to get. I

19:01

faced the beat-sell's open entrance, spread

19:04

my knees just a tad farther,

19:06

arched my back ever so prettily,

19:09

and started circling my clit. But

19:12

instead of boot heels, there came

19:14

the unmistakable sound of hooves on

19:17

concrete. I

19:21

heard the familiar low knicker before I

19:23

saw him. It

19:25

wasn't just any horse who could work the

19:27

side-bolt latch of his stall. Only

19:30

my handsome red-bay Arabian could pull

19:33

something like that off. My

19:37

precocious stallion named Sagan, who

19:40

stood almost fifteen hands tall,

19:43

letting himself out of his stall,

19:45

biting my boyfriends, playfully tipping over

19:47

his pellet buckets, making

19:50

me bend over more times than Brad or

19:52

any other man ever had. Sagan

19:55

loved to get my attention. But

19:58

his specialty was... racing. On

20:02

the racetrack he made me feel like

20:04

I was flying. Dad

20:06

liked the tradition of the Broncos. I

20:09

liked the hot-blooded racers. Their

20:12

spirits were unbreakable. I sighed.

20:16

Why couldn't I find a man like that? A man

20:19

with endless, uninhibited

20:22

passion. Sagan

20:24

stopped just in front of the feed stall, his

20:26

ears perked forward. He

20:29

stepped halfway inside the stall, blocking

20:31

the entrance. He

20:33

turned his head and with one

20:35

big, dark brown eye, stared

20:38

with a certain depth, as

20:41

though he empathized. I guess

20:44

you're proud of yourself, huh? Sagan

20:47

showed no signs that he was

20:49

spooked by the storm raging outside.

20:52

Instead, he arched his

20:54

neck, bobbed his head, playing

20:57

it up that, once again, he'd outsmarted

20:59

his human. But then,

21:02

he lowered his nose, snorting in

21:04

the head he sent that lingered, thickly

21:06

in the humid air of the stall. And

21:11

then, something happened. I felt

21:14

provocative, sinful

21:17

as I sat there, legs straddling the

21:19

straw pail, my fingers

21:22

still pressed in my pussy. Sagan

21:28

swished his tail, blue air from

21:30

his nostrils, and let out a soft,

21:33

almost sad nigger. Don't

21:36

you dare feel sorry for me. I'll

21:38

find a good one soon. I

21:43

was defiant in every moral fiber

21:45

that ran through my skin, as

21:48

my handsome, if somewhat pesky

21:50

stallion stood there, watching

21:52

with his ever-attentive gaze. I

21:57

shouldn't have, but I did. I

22:00

continued to stroke my heart. At

22:19

some point, I closed my eyes,

22:22

lost myself in the musky sense of

22:24

the stables, the electric

22:26

desert smells of the monsoon that

22:29

blew in from the open law, and

22:32

forgot that Sagan was there. I

22:35

let my fingers sink and slide,

22:38

glide and stir, drawing

22:40

forth the warm, gripping

22:42

orgasm I so desperately

22:44

needed. Until I heard him

22:46

step closer, I felt the prickly whispers

22:49

of his muzzle scratch

22:51

against the tip of my knee, heard

22:54

the unmistakable sound of him

22:56

breathing in my scent. He

22:59

drew my aroma deep into

23:01

himself, his nostrils fluttered,

23:03

and I stood up, startled, and

23:06

only by sheer force of habit did I even reach

23:08

for my hat and slam it onto my head. With

23:12

one hand on his halter, I

23:14

pressed my other hand against Sagan's powerful

23:16

hindquarters to guide him out of the

23:18

way. And

23:21

that was when I noticed that

23:23

he'd...it had dropped, hard

23:26

and remarkable, a

23:29

powerful cock that drew admiration

23:31

and envy, and

23:33

a certain lust that made

23:35

my palm itch to touch it. My

23:39

arousal was a fragrant infusion within

23:41

that stall. Sagan's

23:44

sides contracted and expanded with

23:46

each heavy, sniffing breath he

23:48

took. I

23:51

froze, staring at his erection.

24:01

I'd seen stallions, mount mares,

24:03

plenty, a completely

24:05

normal, albeit arranged, occurrence.

24:08

But it never was ordinary. Horses

24:12

were impressive. There

24:14

was no ignoring a horse cock, and

24:18

I was already in such a

24:20

compromising state. Sagan's

24:23

long black tail swished. He

24:26

let loose a squeal of frustration, or

24:29

maybe it was encouragement. The

24:32

sound bounced off the walls, disorienting,

24:35

confusing me. He

24:41

took a few antsy steps backwards and

24:44

lowered his muzzle, nipped one

24:46

of my exposed breasts. Hey!

24:50

I covered myself. Time

24:54

flooded my veins as my nipples

24:56

hardened. Sagan

24:58

was just a horse. Rationally,

25:00

I knew that. It

25:02

wasn't like I touched him or jacked

25:05

him off. I shook my head

25:07

of such despicable thoughts. My

25:10

pussy throbbed, however, as

25:12

unbidden images flooded my

25:14

depraved mind. The

25:26

big door above creaked and beat against

25:28

the stables, as though a giant were

25:30

attempting to rip it from its hinges. I

25:33

readjusted my buttonless shirt and cleared my

25:35

throat. I had seen. It's

25:38

better get up there. I

25:41

don't know why I felt the need to explain,

25:44

but I did need a simple

25:46

task, something to get my head

25:48

back on straight. The

25:52

halof door was on a hooked and chainlock

25:54

system that required a long pull with a

25:56

hook of its own to pull

25:58

the big door to the floor. closed. I

26:02

didn't have enough reach, even with the

26:04

pole hook. Heavy

26:07

wind and needle-like rain pelted

26:09

my bare skin relentlessly. My

26:12

unbuttoned shirt and ruined bra

26:14

were soaked in seconds. I

26:17

had been too muddled to remember my skirt

26:19

before climbing up the ladder and into

26:22

the rain-soaked loft. I

26:25

leaned halfway over the ledge, with the

26:28

pole barely within my grasp, reaching

26:30

too far. I

26:33

made several failed attempts to hook the metal

26:35

loop. A sudden gust of

26:37

wind ripped my hat away and

26:39

then, unsympathetically, pulled my

26:41

precariously leaning body from

26:43

the loft. I

26:46

screamed. The pole

26:48

hook caught the metal loop, and

26:50

there I was, dangling, more

26:53

than half-naked in a thunderstorm, at

26:55

least fifteen feet up in the air. I

27:00

screamed at the same time with a hat

27:02

that's climbed above. I

27:04

carried for the ledge with my coat, but

27:06

my boots found no purchase. My

27:10

hands slipped. I

27:12

readjusted, and they're

27:14

messing my cries round. No one

27:16

could hear me. My

27:24

grip slipped ever downward. If

27:26

I fell, when I fell, I

27:29

knew I would, at the very least, break

27:31

both my legs. Suddenly,

27:36

the stapled sensor lights kicked on. I

27:39

looked down. Let go.

27:41

I'll catch you. It

27:54

wasn't Brad's bulky, muscled form I

27:56

saw down there, but

27:59

another man. A dark-skinned

28:01

man whose body was illuminated

28:04

and glistening, lean

28:06

and athletic, in the sensor

28:08

lights below me. He

28:11

spoke with an accent that was

28:13

unexpectedly foreign, crisp, yet

28:16

inviting. Who the

28:18

hell are you? I tried my

28:20

best not to flail and slip. We

28:23

can enjoy pleasantries when you're safely down,

28:26

he said. I

28:28

could see the white of his teeth flash,

28:31

pristine in his upturned grin.

28:35

Both of us were fully aware that my

28:37

helpless bare ass was presented

28:39

directly above him. The

28:42

odd thing, aside from me dangling from

28:45

the loft door, was

28:47

that he had zero clothes on. He

28:50

just stood there, naked,

28:53

holding my hat. Rain

28:58

blurred my vision, but no matter

29:00

how many times I was forced to blink, I

29:03

recognized that his cock was hard,

29:06

and he was strapping

29:08

himself. Despite

29:11

the cramping in my fingers, and

29:13

the fact that looking down only encouraged

29:15

my body to follow my gaze, my

29:19

pussy responded warmly to the sight of

29:21

this man, fisting his cock

29:23

in the rain while looking

29:25

up at me. Why

29:29

the hell don't you have any clothes on? I

29:33

could ask you the same thing. I

29:36

still didn't recognize his voice, but

29:38

I noted his amusement. Suddenly

29:42

my thoughts froze. I

29:44

didn't feel the pole hook slipping. Had

29:47

he watched me masturbate in front of

29:49

Sagan? Being

29:51

a slut was one thing. Being

29:53

the girl who got her kicks from animals

29:56

was something else entirely. I

29:58

looked down. The

30:00

man below smiled as though

30:02

he could read my mind. I

30:05

closed my eyes, clung to the

30:07

last bit of pull, and my

30:09

humanity. I reached

30:11

the tips of my boots for the ledge of the

30:14

hayloft again. You won't make

30:16

it, Shelby. Just let

30:18

go. I'll make it

30:20

worth your while. The

30:24

man's dark hair, pulled long by

30:26

the drenching reins, clung

30:29

to his forehead and against his neck.

30:32

Something hung around his neck, but from up

30:34

there I couldn't tell what it was. In

30:37

any case, it was his cock

30:40

that caught my eye again, prominent

30:42

in the storm. Here,

30:50

he hung my hat on his protruding

30:52

cock, then held his hand

30:54

out to the sides. Now

30:56

I can use both my hands. I

30:59

couldn't help it. I laughed

31:01

and slipped and lost my

31:03

grip. Now

31:11

I dangled above this man by

31:13

a single hand. A

31:16

strange, excited fear tumbled around

31:18

in my belly. I

31:21

couldn't hold on any longer. It

31:23

was time. I

31:52

wasn't dead. Nothing felt

31:54

broken. First,

31:57

one eye opened, then two. alive.

32:00

Thank you, I

32:03

breathed, looking up into shadowed

32:05

eyes while they devoured every

32:07

inch of me too. Those

32:11

eyes, you're

32:13

welcome. That smile,

32:16

tempting and contagious,

32:20

made me smile in return. He

32:23

released my legs that kept a tight

32:25

arm around my waist, pulled

32:27

me against his warm, bare chest.

32:30

He grabbed a handful of my rain-soaked hair

32:33

and gently tugged, brought

32:35

his lips so close to mine.

32:38

My hat had apparently fallen off its

32:40

post because I felt

32:42

the unmistakable heat once

32:45

again of caulk pressed

32:47

against my belly, but

32:50

there was nothing boring about it this time. I

32:55

took it into my hand, let

32:57

my fingers interpret every vein.

33:00

My palm absorbed every pulse

33:02

of blood that filled its

33:04

wondrous thickness. I

33:08

stroked his length with a

33:10

deliberate, slow pace,

33:13

distantly reminded of my

33:15

Arabian's immense and swollen erection.

33:21

Rain fell into my eyes, my

33:24

open mouth, as he

33:26

tugged harder. This beautiful

33:28

man's lips moved closer.

33:32

I need to talk to you about this

33:34

halter. He

33:36

lifted it from around his neck, held it

33:38

up with a single finger. You

33:41

need a lesson in the proper care of your alters

33:44

and bridles are to be removed

33:47

at the end of every day.

34:00

me too much. And

34:02

the cock that filled my small

34:04

hand had my senses reeling. I thought

34:07

you said you were going to be worth it. So

34:11

I did. He

34:20

released my hair, my waist, pulled

34:23

his cock from my hand and

34:26

then pinched my left wrist. I

34:28

arched into the sudden pain, grabbed

34:31

thick wrist with both my hands so

34:33

he wouldn't let go. Foster

34:35

than my mind could keep up, he

34:38

looped the horse halter around one wrist,

34:41

twisted it, then wrapped it around my

34:43

other until I was

34:45

cuffed. He

34:47

motioned toward the stable's entrance. My

34:50

heart raced, heat swirled in my

34:53

belly as he led

34:55

me back to the feet stall. Without

34:59

a word, he guided me until

35:01

my bare ass and booted heels

35:03

touched the stall's wall. Then

35:06

he lifted my bound wrists and

35:08

looped the halter to a lead

35:11

hook high above my head. His

35:14

gaze never shifted from mine as

35:16

he then tore the ruined clothing

35:19

from my soaked body. He

35:21

kicked my boots until my legs were spread, shoulder

35:25

width. I felt the

35:27

prick of shame when his fingers

35:29

penetrated my pussy. Shall

35:32

we pick up where you left off? As

35:35

he sank two fingers inside of me, he

35:38

gripped my right breast with his other hand.

35:41

Exquisite lust heated my bare

35:43

skin, the bruising pain

35:45

warming me. All over, my

35:48

jaw went slack. I panted,

35:51

tilted my pelvis toward his palm,

35:54

inviting him to make me

35:56

come. You

35:58

are a slut, aren't you? He

36:01

slapped one breast, then the other,

36:04

penetrating me with his fingers and

36:06

that fixed gaze. He

36:09

slapped my breast again. I

36:11

cried out, Yes! All

36:14

this time I've had to listen to

36:17

your pathetic confessions, your shameless

36:19

wishing and begging for the right man

36:21

to come along. Hisdom

36:27

found my clit and I was grateful

36:29

for the halter and hook holding me

36:31

up. My legs threatened to give

36:33

out from under me. How

36:35

many of you gone through, Shelby? How

36:38

many men have you fucked and then

36:40

tossed away? I

36:48

didn't know. Couldn't recall

36:50

any of their faces. Couldn't

36:52

recall a time I'd confided anything to

36:54

this man. I

36:57

longed to catch those berating lips with

36:59

my own, but suddenly he

37:01

spun me around and my pussy was

37:03

vacant and my mind buzzed.

37:09

Not one of them mattered to you, did

37:11

they? Because they

37:13

couldn't live up to your silly

37:15

expectations, couldn't satisfy you.

37:19

He ran the wet, blunt head of

37:21

his thick hook between my ass cheeks

37:24

like a long, licking tongue. I

37:27

tilted my ass out for him,

37:29

shimmied to invite him inside, wanting

37:33

him to reduce needs and nothing

37:35

but meaningless flesh. Why

37:39

weren't any of them good enough slut?

37:43

I heard this sting of his hand before

37:46

I felt the heat blossom over my

37:48

ass. Just

38:01

like that asshole you brought here tonight. He

38:04

slapped my ass cheek again. I screamed.

38:08

He shoved the side of my face against the

38:10

wooden wall harder. Tell me, why

38:14

couldn't they satisfy you? My

38:18

face was hot. My wrists burned.

38:21

My hands had gone numb some time ago.

38:24

But I kept my ass ready.

38:28

He leaned against me with all his weight,

38:31

pressing my entire body against the wall.

38:34

The heat and heaviness of him

38:36

surrounded me. My

38:38

hip bones ground into the wooden

38:41

wall. My breasts were smashed. I

38:43

filled my lungs with as much air as

38:45

I could gather and then

38:48

screamed my answer. Because

38:52

they were often wooded jocks with

38:54

little dicks, who couldn't fuck

38:56

me the way I needed to be fucked? One

39:12

fluid motion, and he yanked my

39:14

bound wrists from the leadhook, dragged

39:17

me over to the straw bale and

39:19

slammed me over it. The

39:22

air was knocked from my lungs. He

39:24

fell on top of me, pinched and

39:27

slapped my ass, waiting

39:29

for me to scream before he

39:31

spanked me again. When

39:34

I cried for him to fuck

39:36

me, he jacked into my pussy.

39:39

The tops of my thighs immediately

39:42

scraped raw from the prickly hay

39:44

bale. Thankfully,

39:47

the storm raged louder than

39:50

my orgasmic cries. I came

39:53

hard and heavy, drawing

39:56

breath after ragged breath. felt

40:00

limp, useless, but

40:04

thankfully he wasn't finished. He

40:17

withdrew, lifted my hips until I

40:20

was on my knees atop the bale of

40:22

hay. He sneered my

40:24

cum over my asshole, grabbed

40:27

a fistful of my hair. When

40:30

the tip of his cock prodded against my

40:32

anus, I cried

40:34

anew. He yanked my

40:36

hair until my back bowed, an excruciating bend.

40:42

The strain was transcendent.

40:45

I sobbed, tears streaming as I

40:47

begged him. Use

40:50

me. I need you to mount

40:52

me. Fuck me with that big horse cock.

40:54

My private thoughts were betrayed

40:59

by my own feeble voice. She

41:04

thrust. I braced myself and

41:07

grunted in time with his rocking hips. He let

41:09

loose a resounding,

41:13

hungry growl, tugging

41:15

me backward to meet his cock. He stretched me beyond

41:17

my known

41:21

limits. He filled me

41:23

so completely that all the empty space

41:25

within was gone as I was plunged

41:29

into the abyss. The

41:43

tug of my hair was distant, with the spanks and pincers, the

41:46

tops of the thighs as

41:50

they slammed into the backs of mine. I

41:53

was flying, ungrounded

41:55

and free. My breath, soon

41:59

swayed. The British aid in every. Direction

42:01

I might sound with

42:04

stand on to disprove.

42:06

The Lonely. Hearts I bought

42:09

sleeper most it may cost

42:11

to him and so he

42:13

was rooted claim T with

42:15

an erupting brewer that reverberated.

42:17

have to drive with laws.

42:24

I was permitted no reprieve, so

42:26

he withdrew and grabbed a halter

42:29

that found my wrists. Been

42:31

dragged me back to the hot. Hot.

42:34

Tub running, Down the backs of

42:36

my ties with each. Her read step.

42:38

I followed him when. He

42:42

forced to make synopsis. Man did

42:44

I can pack and then slid

42:46

his long singers. Down to my

42:48

breasts. Those.

42:51

Eyes pulled my desire force

42:53

permitted me to send my

42:55

p freely. So

42:57

that he was awakening me,

43:00

bringing me to life. Has

43:03

kiss. Has his lips fell

43:05

upon mine? Took what

43:07

little breath I had a way.

43:12

He. Pulled a. Say.

43:14

My name. He

43:16

pinched My best heard say

43:18

it. Surprised relied

43:20

on the hook to hold me

43:23

up as his fingers bruised my

43:25

soft flesh. You

43:27

know what it is, Selby. His

43:30

fingers were like vice grips. First

43:32

my right breast my last tell

43:35

me that you know who I

43:37

am. He

43:40

knocked my legs apart. And

43:44

he nips my breasts. Do you?

43:48

Use. Once again,

43:50

I still. Live.

43:59

images Impossibilities,

44:02

distant and unknown, tried

44:04

to solidify behind my eyelids. I

44:08

saw the color of his eyes, his

44:10

long dark auburn hair, the

44:13

halter around my wrists, the

44:16

way he nipped at me in the

44:18

same way that Sagan always did. Who

44:23

am I, Shelby? His

44:26

cock slammed into me, knocking the

44:28

backs of my hips against the

44:30

stall, bruising me instantly. The

44:33

finger, long and thick, entered

44:36

my asshole, his lips devoured

44:38

mine. With

44:41

one perfect milky breast, pink

44:44

and purple from his abuse, still

44:46

in his possession. He

44:49

fucked me into a haggard mess, and

44:52

still he fucked me, forward

44:54

and back. On

44:56

and on he went, around

44:58

and around, making

45:00

me ride him to the end. I

45:06

knew him then. Impossible.

45:10

I opened my eyes, found him

45:12

staring back at me, head pelted

45:15

as he thrust those dark fools,

45:18

holding me. Say

45:21

it. Sagan?

45:24

I asked, throw raw from

45:27

over youth. This

45:30

was impossible, but

45:32

as he pumped into me, worked

45:34

my body, I

45:36

was so completely wrung out that the

45:39

truth of it was believable.

45:44

He came inside of me,

45:46

groaning, pressing against my entire

45:48

frame, covering my

45:51

flesh with his. When

46:05

he pulled out and away, his

46:07

chest rising and falling from his

46:09

exertion, I couldn't stand

46:11

any longer. All my

46:13

weight was held by the halter and

46:16

hook. Saken,

46:19

the man lifted my harnessed

46:21

wrists free of the hook and

46:24

carried me to the stall. His

46:27

stall. A blanket

46:29

was neatly spread, my

46:31

writing room waiting on top of it.

46:35

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46:37

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46:39

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47:13

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47:15

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48:01

was who you

48:04

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48:06

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48:09

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48:11

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48:16

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a figment of your imagination.