Think sweets, think pink, think me!
She looks up to the larger stallion. Her blue eyes sparkle A cave would be nice. She preens against him. Walking at his side, when the zip of a fly distracts her and she jumps to the side. With a shake of her head she is back next to him.
She couldn’t be certain what it was about him. He seemed so open, welcoming towards her. He seemed just like her. Looking at him she knew there was a chemistry there that couldn’t exist with any other horse. There was a pull there that she needed to discover. It was one of those days that she felt like playing with the fire. Not only that but she could feel a desperate fire building in her own body.
One that she was fully aware that only he could satisfy. Smiling up at him her curiosity gets the better of her Do you get many comments on your eyes Zayn? She had to touch his name again. It was so delicious on her lips. A bitter sweet zing that made her spine shiver. Her teeth clench, and her head bob up. Picking her way down the mountain path she watches her steps carefully going slower than she would normally. But to loose ones footing here would be a deadly drop down the precipice.
She nuzzles into his neck taking a deep breath of his scent. The feeling in her heart was a unbarable warmth that made the corners of her eyes weepy. Are there others here? She inquires mildly aware of the other scents. But not feeling overtly interested in them she lets the question slide with little interest. More keenly aware of his presence and enveloping strength of an aura.
Nixie