Thrum-Thrum.
It's the sound you not only hear but feel. They are the result of powerful strokes impacting the ground beneath you. It's a staccato rhythm that resounds through your body. The momentum propelling you forward forcefully. The huge bellows pumping between your legs with each stride. Accompanied by the deep breaths he takes. The slight bounce you feel as you grip with your thighs to the heavily muscled ribs of his body. The wind pulling your hair and his out behind you. You feel exhilarated at the power of his body eager to unleash his full potential. Coaxing him with your touch, almost caressingly subtle, to guide him where you want him to go. Your fingers are interlaced through his black withers. His front hooves pound the ground effortlessly as his rear ones push you forward. Between strides you almost seem to float across the ground. Until his front hooves impact again into the grassy soil hollowly.
Thrum-Thrum.
Unable to hold him back any longer you lean closer to his neck and let him loose. That slow resounding double-tap of his front hooves to the ground immediately quickens. His rear legs seem to launch you forward causing you to yell excitedly. The ground is being eaten up as his hooves churn up massive clods that are kicked out behind you. Not only can you feel his breathing quicken but your own is increased. You're unsure if it's your heart pounding that fast or his hooves being driven into the ground so quickly that you know if you could see his legs they would appear to be a black blur beneath him. As he reaches his full stride his own head bobbing up and down slightly seems to stretch out even further ahead of him as his ears lay back.
Now, the air is whipping through your hair, like fingers tugging insistently. You feel so exhilarated that your heart feels like a lump in the back of your throat. You scream happily to let loose your built up excitement. You marvel at his size, his overpowering strength, and his obvious endurance. You know you shouldn't let him run this hard for very long, but you keep careful attention for any sign that this is taxing him and find none. Riding him bareback without bit is scary but it makes you feel closer to your horse. To feel in tune to what he is feeling. A deep connection shared by you and him. His power giving you confidence and security.
Freedom.
Free to do anything. Other emotions are stirred up within you. Sensual and erotic arousals awakening your hunger for something else entirely. As he starts to slow down from burning off all his pent up energy, you guide him back towards the cabin.
The surrounding meadow is lined with large old trees and their multi-colored leaves. Rolling meadows in a valley between huge mountains upon which the cabin is located. The current location of where your sensual energy has now become focused. The quick stride of your horse eats up the ground and lessens the distance back to the cabin quickly. The slight bouncing motion of your hips up and down, back and forth, does nothing but enhance your desire. Imagining someone else between your legs performing the same motion to your body. Your heart is now pounding for an entirely different reason, your hunger needing to be sated from an entirely different animal.
Leaving the meadow behind your horse climbs up the trail sensing your urgency to return to the cabin. The trail seems to take forever but finally the uphill climb is over as you reach the cabin and your sights are immediately fixed upon your target. You see him splitting firewood with his shirt removed and his chest exposed to the morning sun. Its light glistening off the sheen of sweat already covering his skin. Unconsciously you move the horse forward with a slow walk. Appreciating the view, your eyes hungrily absorb every detail. The slow swing of the ax with his long arms. The inevitable arc as the ax head meets the large chunk of oak. The resounding crack followed by the more subtle thump into the stump he is using as a chopping block.
Your horse stops, sensing your attention is no longer even aware of him. Sitting there on your horse you feel attuned to the sound of the splitting wood. Each explosive impact sends the split pieces sailing through the air to accumulate in some haphazard pile on either side of the ax wielder. Without even realizing your fingers have drifted to your button down shirt and somehow the top few buttons have worked loose allowing access to your chest. Your fingers find your soft skin and you lightly caress it. Each resounding crack and thump makes your hips shift forward, as if to meet the thrust. Your breath exhales with each forward movement and cracking of wood.
