I'm in shock, I'm in heavenly desire. Turning to Her, I approach. Our muzzels meet and we nickker at eachother and thoughts of wife and family fade into a familar sense of lust.
I move my nostrils and rubbery lipas along her neck and down her side. I nibble my lips at the top of her tail. I snort at the tail and her long coarse hair lift. The tingle causes her to offer me a full view of a moist vulva. The lips are throwing me kisses and the smell is engulfing my mind.
"I've done this before, thinking to myself."
I feel my sexual part in a rage of sexual procreation desire. Primal thoughts race and wild passion pulses, I am consumed by the moment.
One jump of fore legs and my weight comes to bare of her hind quarters. Her, hangs' her head low in desire and submission to the desire. I move hind legs forward in and easy yet stiff manner. The warmth and wet feeling touches the end of my wild passion. The point of my passion approaches, touches, and I LUST!
My hips jerk forward planting my pole into her desire. The moist welcome wipes all thought equine or human. As my cock bores into her and the depths of her desire joins mine, I thrust in and out. Each move touches ribbs of sensual rings in the massive virgina. My own member's sense is inch by blazing inch hot with passion and NEED.
Minutes pass and I long for release, yet the wild wonderful feeling is like nothing ever felt. Such need, desire, passion, lust, to own, to have, I am lost to this world of sexual equine love.
A presence, I feel a motion and the hot seed streams out of my cock and into the depths of her desire. Again, and again the surge is felt till I stand drained of seed and strenght. Pulling back she winnies and passion lost. I stand on all fours' tired but wildly remembering the moments before.
Her, walks over and nickers my lips. She knibbles along my flanks and again licks at the sheath. The sheath of her longings and holding the passion her equine mind desires.
I stand stiff and unmoving, feeling the personal attention to my sexual parts. Questions, come to mind as I ponder Her as a woman and if she was remembering her human life at this momment? Was she making mental notes of her horse self with those of her past life?
Who can tell, we can not communicate except as horses. I no longer read, write, speak, or have the desire to even try.