Dear reader,
Dusk.
A candle flickers, is it winking at me? As I sit here in the study/TV room, wrapped in an ornate silk showpiece from my extensive foreign wardrobe, legs & lips waxed and oiled, toes freshly polished cherry red, my sweet lapdog Lisa curled beside me (also primped, for those wondering! A woman is only as good as her bitch! ;) ) I must confess, I am ab-so-lutely titillated by the thought of you reading my work. The mere inkling that my “dirty little secrets” could inspire your orgasms moistens me to the point of needing to fetch a Shout wipe for this kimono! :-P
I have always loved five things: Literature. Romance. Horses. Freedom of Speech. God.
I am working on my first “Novelita”, which attempts to merge all of those throbbing passions and penetrate them into a single gaping orifice: HORSETHROB.
This collection of three romps includes: -One stunningly sexy “free write” -A breathtaking romantic “period piece” set in ITALY! (What’s this?! An Italian pleasure that isn’t made of carbs! Hee-hee!) -A “contemporary feminist porn fiction” that will leave you empowered AND sopping up your delicious juices.
What makes the collection COHESIVE is that you can always count on a main character transforming into a horse.
My inspirations include: my extensive travels, my many lovers, Pinterest, and horses (also other large animals.)
I await feedback from my readers… my hope is that OUR relationship can be one of my most INTIMATE yet. Imagine your reactions as the steel bit in my mouth, trust that I will be forcefully and gracefully led by your firm but GENTLE opinions. Like a horse, I communicate best when in sync with my partner. No need to write hateful comments, PLEASE not in the form of reviews. PM or PING me! Xox
Yours in Love & Naughty Thoughts ~”Vivica”
TODAY I WILL SHARE THE “FREE WRITE”
The Chestnut mare whinnied and buck, shaking her forelimbs up and jouncing the slightness of her newly shod upper hooves. I had been watching this she-horse from my window for the last six weeks. My bosoms perked and pointed beneath my fresh starched cotton gown, my tight nipples grazing the cold pane. My vision clouded by my heat. Tonight I let the equestrian awe take hold. I felt the long horsen muscles in me snag and flare. I slipped my hand into my bloomers and pressed past my thick lips, slicked my pinkie finger inside my heat, and let my thumb work the nub of my firm small clitoris, heart-shaped from birth) I rubbed and penetrated myself with my thin fingers and wished I could be larger. Wished to have the hoof of a she-horse to pound me.) Just then, I drank potion. It moved through me. I pulsed and writhed, transforming into a horse. Turned out, I drank horse potion. Three years ago, when I wore my hair in two braids and my biggest concerns were the chalk-board politics of Mr. Unger’s one room schoolhouse, I would have considered this a BAD potion. Back when I was young and simple and only expected to find love and sexual fulfillment through a same-species relationship. How dumb WAS I!? I know. After I turned into a horse I threw myself at the door, opening it with my broad chest, ropey with muscle. I ran across the field with my four huge legs, my tail swishing over my huge buttocks, whipping my pussy just a little, making me come. I came, for the first time as a female horse for 6 minutes straight. My glistening amber fur was all wet with my juice by the time I arrived at the Mare I’d been lusting for. But the puffs of air through her velvet nostrils showed me she didn’t mind. And that night, when I cuddled with the Mare after sharing hay and six more orgasms, I looked up at the barn roof. I realized, I didn’t know how long this potion will last… It could be over soon. Or it could be a potion that lasts forever. Those are the two types of potion… and now, in the weirdest twist ever, I want the potion that lasts forever (typically the kind that people look down on.) Anyway you see it, It is fair to me. I mount my she-horse before sleeping, needing to grind off one more cum onto her huge, rough, pube-stubbled horse cunt before falling asleep