12-08-2016, 11:55 AM
karsi
I am bored. My expression does not change often unless there is some outside stimulus.
Usually fighting or fucking.
I stand among the charming wildflowers, observing the way horses interact on a normal basis. The milky blue of my eyes are half lidded and lulling close to closing by the second. I draw a breath and release it irritably. I want split earth and sky, I want to send the lovers skrieking at the stamp of my hoof.
I want my heart to stop beating.
And then I hear his voice. From the corner of my slit eyes, I see him. More goat than horse...I am curious. The way he moves, split toed and heavily horned. He draws something feral up from my loins as I watch him moved to me, plucking a careful path. (I like the way his hips sway.) The bearded man walk up close to me, I feel the spill of his shadow cool the unrelenting heat of the sun on my delicate curve of my spine.
'What would you do to get it back?'
The words are like a hand on the genie's bottle...rubbing me just the right way. I meet the stallion's gaze squarely as I have no patience to fuck around with coyness. "Anything." With the admission of my voice, I close the gap between us, possibly making it uncomfortable for him but I do not care. I admire the curl of his horn, the dead space in his eyes. He makes my skin ache but I like it.
Your move.
Usually fighting or fucking.
I stand among the charming wildflowers, observing the way horses interact on a normal basis. The milky blue of my eyes are half lidded and lulling close to closing by the second. I draw a breath and release it irritably. I want split earth and sky, I want to send the lovers skrieking at the stamp of my hoof.
I want my heart to stop beating.
And then I hear his voice. From the corner of my slit eyes, I see him. More goat than horse...I am curious. The way he moves, split toed and heavily horned. He draws something feral up from my loins as I watch him moved to me, plucking a careful path. (I like the way his hips sway.) The bearded man walk up close to me, I feel the spill of his shadow cool the unrelenting heat of the sun on my delicate curve of my spine.
'What would you do to get it back?'
The words are like a hand on the genie's bottle...rubbing me just the right way. I meet the stallion's gaze squarely as I have no patience to fuck around with coyness. "Anything." With the admission of my voice, I close the gap between us, possibly making it uncomfortable for him but I do not care. I admire the curl of his horn, the dead space in his eyes. He makes my skin ache but I like it.
Your move.
your hips on my jawline
