ampoule
01-23-2008, 07:15 AM
Equine
.......for S
The lovely Chicago divorcee woke to a morning of sunshine. She stretched and thought, "I must go to the country today".
Dressed in her Magnificent Mile riding habit, she strode across the stable grounds. There he stood, shuffling a bit. His flanks rippled as she ran her hands over him, walking around, checking him out.
As she stood in front of him, he blinked at her with his beautiful soft eyes. He thought he would take the chance and try to nuzzle her ear. She recoiled and reached up, stretching his lips, exposing his teeth.
"What's this?" she cried.
She pulled her hands away and wiped them on the towel given to her by the stable boy. They stood looking at each other for a few moments, the horse and the divorcee. He looked at her deeply, trying in his telepathic way to say, "Hey babe, wanna share a carrot?"
She broke away from his gaze and something made her look down at the rings on her fingers.
"Hmpf!" she said, turning and walking away.
With a sharp little crack, she snapped her whip against her calf, saying, "He will never do!"
ampoule, January Twelfth, TwoThousandSix
Silly? I know. It had a purpose.
.......for S
The lovely Chicago divorcee woke to a morning of sunshine. She stretched and thought, "I must go to the country today".
Dressed in her Magnificent Mile riding habit, she strode across the stable grounds. There he stood, shuffling a bit. His flanks rippled as she ran her hands over him, walking around, checking him out.
As she stood in front of him, he blinked at her with his beautiful soft eyes. He thought he would take the chance and try to nuzzle her ear. She recoiled and reached up, stretching his lips, exposing his teeth.
"What's this?" she cried.
She pulled her hands away and wiped them on the towel given to her by the stable boy. They stood looking at each other for a few moments, the horse and the divorcee. He looked at her deeply, trying in his telepathic way to say, "Hey babe, wanna share a carrot?"
She broke away from his gaze and something made her look down at the rings on her fingers.
"Hmpf!" she said, turning and walking away.
With a sharp little crack, she snapped her whip against her calf, saying, "He will never do!"
ampoule, January Twelfth, TwoThousandSix
Silly? I know. It had a purpose.