Thinking about him...
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Sunday came and I woke up. I got up and I got dressed in my riding pants on, with my boots and a long shirt.
I peeked outside and it was cloudy, and it looked like it was going to rain later. I needed to take Lucky out for a ride. He was cramped up in his stables, and he probably wanted to stretch his legs a bit.
I petted Shadow, and I opened the door, locking the door behind me. I was starving but I couldn’t waste time eating right now when I knew it was going to rain soon. I was on a rush with time. I walked over to the barn, and I opened the doors, walking inside.
The horses all looked at me and I walked over to Lucky who was happily munching over some lucern.
“Hi baby.” I stroked his neck, and he ignored me, and I sighed.
“Sorry to break it to you, but you need exercise.” I took the halter lead, and I clipped it onto his halter. I opened the stable door, and he walked out with me. I walked over to the tack room, and I clipped his halter to two leads on either side of his head, and I stroked his neck, walking into the tack room. I took his tack, and I set it down on the pole next to me. I slid the saddle pad over his back, and I placed his saddle over it, tightening the girth and making sure its set comfortably for him.
Lucky snorted, and I stroked his neck before I slipped his halter off, and I put his bridle on, putting the bit slowly but gently into his mouth. I set it over his ears, and I tightened it.
Once I made sure that everything was set, I took his reins, and I walked over to the mounting block. Lucky was very big, and I had short legs. I climbed onto the mounting block, and he stood still next to it, his head down as he was trying to look for grass to eat.
I climbed onto him slowly, and I put my feet in the stirrups. He began to walk as I gathered my reins, and I petted him.
He walked over to our usual trail towards the mountains, and he perked his ears up, looking into the forest as we rode alongside it.
It was always so quiet on this trail with nothing but the sounds of birds in the forest, and the sound of Lucky’s hooves against the stony trail.
As we got to the top of the mountain where we usually turn around, Lucky stood dead in his tracks and had his ears perked up as if he was looking at something in the distance in the forest.
I looked to see if I could see what he was looking at, but I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
Maybe a mountain lion?
I turned Lucky around, and I began to nudge him forward, and suddenly there was a loud sound, and Lucky spooked, wanting to run off home, and I tried calming him down bringing him to a halt, looking behind me to see that all the birds in the trees had got a fright for something in the forest, and they flew off. That’s what the noise was.
“Easy boy.” I stroked his neck and Lucky began to labor because of his stressing and spooking.
“It’s probably just a bear or something.” I sighed, and he began to calm a bit down.
Lucky caught his eye on something, and he took off on the way home, and I tried to keep him calm by pulling his reins ever so slightly, but he just would not calm down.
He galloped the way home, and I just left him to do his thing. He saw something that I did not, which is a good indication that maybe we should have left. I must admit that I felt oddly on my nerves and anxious.
Once we arrived home, I climbed off him, immediately untacking him. He was all wet and sweaty. His ears were pricked as he was watching his surroundings. I cooled him off, and I put him into the stable, giving him food. It was already becoming dark outside, and I couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
A sudden buzz in my pocket brought me out of my trance, giving me a fright. My phone was ringing. I picked it up, looking at the screen that read, ‘Mom.’
I answered.
“Hey mom.” I sighed softly and walked back to my little cottage.
“Hey you. I just thought I should give you a ring. Did you see the news recently?” She asked, and I took my keys out, unlocking my house's door.
“Not that I can recall. Why?” I unlocked the door, walking inside and locking it directly behind me.
“There’s a serial killer in town. Please be weary. The killer killed over ten people last night, and then burned them right in an alley way.”
I felt chills go up my spine, and I double-checked around the house to see that everything was in order, which it was.
“I’ll be careful. You too please.” I sigh, and I begin to strip my clothes off.
“I will. No riding horse alone in the mountains please, Luna.” She says, and I nod.
“I won’t, don’t worry.”
We both say goodnight, and I climb into the shower, washing my body and hair. Once I was done, I climbed out, drying myself with a towel and I got on my pajamas.
Shadow was sleeping on my pillow as usual. She loved sleeping, but she was content and happy, so I knew I did a good thing.
I got up and walked over to my drawer, and I opened it. Revealing one all my toys.
Since I didn’t have a man, I needed something to keep me happy. Especially after my encounter with the mystery man at the shop, I just couldn’t resist. Ever since my eyes locked with him, I’ve been feeling tingles all over my body. It wouldn’t go away. All I thought about was him. He was the only thing in my head.
I took out my favorite pink vibrating wand, and I climbed into bed after putting the lights off in the little house. It was pitch black all around me, and the only noise that could be heard was the sound of nature. The sound of wolves occasionally far in the distance howling, or the sound of some buck making noise. Those are the sounds I wanted only in my life.
I sighed in relaxation, and I turned the wand on, allowing it to buzz to life. That’s also the sound I liked to hear.
I slipped my hand underneath the covers, holding the vibrator still, and I put it on my n*****s. The vibrator was on its lowest setting still, and I moaned softly as the feel of the vibrations made my n*****s get hard. I circled the vibrator around my n*****s, feeling myself grow even hornier than before.
I rolled my head back onto my pillows, and I opened my legs, feeling the wetness start to form between my thighs.
Out of nowhere, I started to think about him.
I thought about him behind me instead of being alone, and his long slender fingers wrapped around the vibrator. His big hands circling the vibrator along my hard n*****s. I moaned even louder than before, feeling even more horny and tingly. The thoughts of him whispering filthy things into my ear while he began to move the vibrator down my body, the vibrations moving down my sensitive body. The vibrator finally landed between my legs, and I moaned louder, pressing the vibrator against my clothed clit.
The settings were still on low, and the thoughts of his finger pressing against the button to adjust the tempo and speed of the vibrator made me spread my legs even wider, thinking about him making the speed faster, I started sliding my shorts down, imagining his fingers sliding it down rather instead of mine.
As soon as the shorts were at my ankles, I kicked them off. I pressed the vibrator to my clit, and I rolled my head back and moaned at the pleasure of it on my swollen clit.
I controlled the toy, making it rub circles directly onto my clit. I squirmed at how sensitive it was, and I made it a bit slower. It was a blessing and a curse being this sensitive.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
The way his eyes scanned up and down my body. The way his eyes darkened. He had me stuck in a trance with his seductive self.
He had me moaning like a slut, rolling my head back at the mere thought of him.
The feeling of ectasy started to form in the pit of my stomach, and I rolled my head back once again, arching my back as the feeling washed over me, filling me up with pure pleasure. My legs started to shake, and I moaned. I rode my orgasm out, and once I was finished, I turned the vibrator off, pulling it out from between my legs, and I sighed, feeling only just slightly relieved. I still had an overwhelming pit of horniness inside of me that nothing would take away. I got up, looking at the mess I made on my vibrator, and I walked to the bathroom, washing it off, and I packed it away in my drawer, putting my fingers through my hair. I took a deep breath, realizing how flustered I was.
That might have been one of my best orgasms yet, and it was because the thought of him flooded my mind, making my cheeks flush red. I was such a pervert for him, and I didn’t even know him. I’ve never felt this way ever before.
I laid down in bed, feeling how flushed I was, and I turned around.
Who was he?
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