… As we made our way through the hallway, I realized the situation was worse than I thought. Oil paintings of horses lined the walls that led to his bedroom, next to more figurines that sat neatly on bookshelves. It was all so weird and extremely distracting. In order to keep my desire from waning, I kissed him hard and pressed myself against him as we tumbled onto his bed. I could feel he wanted me and I wanted him too, and I certainly wasn’t going to let a hundred creepy miniature horses stop me from getting what I had been waiting over a year for.
As I moaned at his touch, he kissed my neck and started to remove my clothes. I could’ve thoroughly enjoyed myself, as he was amazing with his hands, but every time I opened my eyes another miniature horse was staring me in the face.
Black ones, white ones. Brown ones, spotted ones. It was all so wrong.
What the hell was up with this guy?
I had thoughts of stopping what we started, but I reminded myself of the tradeoff. Everything felt so good, aside from the damn horses. After we were both completely undressed and he began to take me from behind, I decided keeping my eyes closed was my best option. And keep my eyes closed I did.
Until he neighed in my ear.
At first I thought I was mistaken. That in a fit of ecstasy I had heard it wrong. Until he did it again.
Yep. That was a neigh alright.
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