he had supple calves, the curve of toned muscles rippling gently along the luscious length of her legs. There was a look in her eye, a spark. She did that thing with her lip, and I knew I had to have her.
I took her back to my estate that night, intending to get to know her better. I introduced her to some of my toys and equipment. She walked slowly around, examining the gleaming leather harnesses and stirrups. Her eyes flickered over to the suede feathers of my favourite riding crop, then back at me.
Soon my dear, I reassured in a deep whisper, soon.
I decided that we should start slowly. I cradled her head with one arm as I ran my other hand through her silken mane, drinking in her heady perfume. I traced her jawline with my finger, kissed her on the cheek, and met her wanton gaze.
I straddled her and she gasped and whinnied, swaying her hips in a steady rhythm as I slowly began to ride her. “You want this, I know you do. I’m going to ride you so hard” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.
I squeeze my stomach muscles and thrust harder, pumping rhythmically as the tight form of her body bucks and writhes between my legs. She has the bit between her teeth now, and she is having the ride of her life. Soon we’re both slicked in sweat, greedily drinking in great gulps of air as push ourselves to the limit, going as far as we can go.
Afterwards, I remove the leather harnesses and caress her, brush her hair. She nuzzles my pockets and looks at me with sultry eyes. I take out the packet of mints from my jeans and give her one.
She relaxes with a gleam in her eye, as she gently masticates in front of me.
Spellhound 