Saturday, July 16, 2011

The Mating By Lady Thalia

The Mating

Along stretch of beach, waves washing against the shoreline, on the hill, stands a lone black stallion looking down the beach, eyes narrowing as he spots her, there yonder, near the the shoreline. She is a white beauty, her mane long , her legs sleek, running up and down. She senses him, she smells him, her nostrils are flared. She is in heat , she is in want, she is need of escape.
He slowly makes his way towards the beach, nostrils flaring , whinning, getting excited as he smells her scent, knowing she will be his, there is no escape.
His powerful legs gallop along the shore, he whins at her as he gallops next to her, moving closer and closer then further and further letting her smell him, knowing she wont be able to resist him. He gallops ahead of her, standing at the end of the beach as he raises on his hind legs, his member hard and long, showing beneath, inviting.
She looks at him and whimpers back at him as she gallops away throwing dirt in his direction, she stops at the end of the beach, looking at him, amused, as she knows he will come, he will dance for her, he will plead, he will desire to please her. She waits, watching him. She turns her body in the direction of the wind, her scent is blown with the wind, she whins as she hears his whimper, she feels his need, but knows it is not time yet,
she runs up and down the beach, looking at him, inviting him, smiling in her way, he is standing memorised by her movements, her scent her laughter, she throws her hind legs in the air inviting him to come closer, come taste, come feel. As he approaches, she runs off in the opposite direction, he follows, her scent, his nostrils flaring, his desire building, he needs her, he wants her, he wimpers, begging her.
She throws her head back and yells, a seductive sound that has him running wildly up and down the beach, behind her, infront of her, trying to nip her neck, she pulls back, throws her head in the air, and runs off.
she feels his excitment grow, his need, he stops infront of her, he bows his head sofly whinning at her, his nostrils flared, his desire great, he must have her, he needs her, she whins back at him and runs to the other end, waiting for him to approach her,
He reaches her, leans over nips her neck. She throws back her head and whins.
he bows his head, smelling her, growing with excitement, desire, need, whimpering, wanting and wanting.....
She taps his head, and moves her back, smiling as she smells him, her nostrils flare.
He circles behind her, whins as he lifts his legs in the air he is behind her, with one quick swift movement, he thrust deeply into her.
She throws her head back and screams, her eyes widen, her nostrils flare.
He thrust harder and faster moving deeper and deeper inside her, out and in slowly, faster as his excitment builds
harder
faster
his eyest turn glossy, his nostrils flare, his breathing is hard, long and laboured.
harder
faster
he thrust, his legs on her back, he pushes and pushes, she is whinning from the pleasure of it. She is amused, knowing he has given her his all, he has pleased her
Suddenly he gives a loud yell and one last thrust as he releases into her.
she is exhausted, she is satisfied, she runs up and down the beach. He follows her as he nips her neck.
the beach is empty, full of echoes of the moments past...........

Written by Thalia Pleides

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