Happy Year of the Horse!

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In addition to fireworks and Chinese food, in honor of said Year of the Horse, I propose a sexy community story using horse metaphors (no bestiality!). I'll start it off at a trot....

She was already flushed from her ride when he saw her, looking quite coltish herself, long legs in tight jodhpurs spread wide to either side of the saddle, her mane of hair fluttering in the wind....

Feel free to jump in and continue... :devil:
 
She couldn't help noticing that he was hung like a horse.
 
The thrusting motion of the rocking horse was the perfect sensation. Her feet strained in the stirrups as she rode it in short rocks. With a guttural cry of success, she crossed the finish line and slumped forward, letting the natural rocking motion take over. Using all the energy she had she dismounted from her steed and watched the cum slowly coat the dildo sticking up from the saddle.:D

As a side note: I'm a Wooden Horse according to the Chinese Zodiac.
 
There was a knock at the door. She peeked outside and saw a wooden horse on the porch. She threw open the door and read the note attached to its nose.

Let me in.

She struggled to get the horse into the entryway. She looked around and found a lovely spot next to the curio cabinet. She moved it to its new home, and removed the note.

She turned to walk away, but stopped when she saw the hinges on the horse's belly. She felt around until she found a catch and popped it open.

Nothing happened.

She bent to take a look. Seeing nothing, she stuck her hand into the cavity, dislodging the mass inside.

The pressure from her hand started an avalanche of small, plastic packages onto the tile floor.

She squealed with delight as the pile of packages grew.

"What is it, darling?" called her lover from the bedroom.

"It's a Trojan Horse,sweetheart! We can do it all day!"
 
Wahl, me an' mah filly was jest horsin' around a little, knockin' our fetlocks together, like, when I decided to saddle up and RIDE! We went down the bridle path, buckin' an' snortin', and she damn near bucked me right off her. But I tightened the cinches and dug in my spurs. Boy howdy, what a ride! I reckon we'll both walk bowlegged for a week.

Later, she gimme a t-shirt that said I'M HUNG LIKE EINSTEIN AND SMART AS A HORSE. I'm so proud!
 
They asked me to speak, but I declined explaining that my throat was sore and I was a little hoarse

Oh, wait. You meant Horse. :eek:
 
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