Nevermind.

Ok, I’m laughing so hard that my cat just left his end of the sofa in a huff. A fast & theatrical huff, at that.

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I was staring at the biggest farriers hammer and pair of nippers I had ever seen.

“Ma’am your horse is good to go” he said “Purtiest little feet I have ever seen”

I looked at him eyes full and said…

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“May I …touch your hammer?” “It looks to be such a hefty and sturdy, uhh, implement and yet it is smooth and refined in appearance…” I trailed off, nearly blinded by the glint of the hand warmed, hard metal in the late afternoon sun . Of course, all the while I was staring pointedly far below the line of the tool in question.

The farrier, buck nekkid and still firmly retaining his glory,with a slight smile on his face and a light sheen of sweat on his tanned brawny shoulders , slowly guided my hand toward his…

Nevermind. Getting sleepy-your turn.:lol:

S.

PS: Redline guy: Ahem-this is more like a barnyard bodice ripper to be exact. “As the Anvil Turns” bwa ha ha…:lol:

thong? anyways never mind.

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To his six foot long snake named Monty Python. My hand petted his head gently.

Suddenly Monty moved with great speed towards the parrot and hawk.

“I stripped down for this?” I thought to myself with sarcasm as I watched the snake slither off.

I turned back to the gorgeous man and there before me, in all his splendor, was…[/QUOTE]

Nevermind your silly snake-what’s the h3ll is going on in there?” The Farmeress asked speaking of the odd caterwauling sound coming from the barn. Little did she know that just moments before, Moderator 2 was about to put her booted foot on the the first rung of the ladder leading to the hayloft when she heard a strange tip-tapping sound emanating from the very closet that she used as a ruse to entice the entirely nude (except for his Australian snake-skin boots, that is) & hunky farrier. She cocked her head to listen better and glanced back at the farrier, whose face was beginning to to look a lot better with every step he took away from the sunlit barn door opening. To the farrier Moderator 2 commanded “Wait here”. She strode over to the closet door and slowly reached toward the dusty knob with a smoothly-wrinkle free, freshly exfoliated and very moisturized hand. With such an integumentary system as that, one would have thought that she was eternally 15 and a half years old when looking at those strong yet dewy hands. Her long and slender fingers made contact with the cool hard metal of the knob and began to turn it to the left. When the latch clicked the door opened slowly with a long and drawn out “crrreeeeeeakkkk”. Slightly disconcerted Moderator 2 leaned slightly forward and peered into the murky darkness within. All of the sudden from out of the depths of the closet comes Ricky Martin, who fell to his knees before the nude farrier, throws his arms wide and begins to sing in a deep and slow and completely unaccented voice…“You’re from out of town…” Glancing down at the farrier’s boots he went on…“I can tell this by your shoes. Come in for the convention, getting tipsy by the bar…” By now the farrier, the lovely Moderator Number Two AND Ricky are all looking quite alarmed because the words that are coming from Ricky’s mouth are not his own, but Jello Biafra’s who way back in the 1980’s was the guy who used to sing for the Dead Kennedy’s. And his voice! It too sounded just like Jello Biafra’s voice. Ricky, still newly released to the world from his closet stands up does a few tap dance steps and begins to…

*Note: Please refer to horsey stickart thread for more information on Ricky and his foray into and out of closets…

Isn’t that what mod 2 is currently doing in the story…

Nevermind…

strip… out of his stage clothes so that he could put on some lovely chaps to ride… the hot farrier is momentarily taken aback and Moderator 2 has to point out to Ricky that chaps are usually worn OVER pants… not alone… although upon closer inspection she notices…

nevermind…

that stitched on the back of his supple leather chaps are the words… shake your bon… bon… Ricky then starts to sway and dance in nothing but the chaps… Farmeress and Mod 2 are mometarily speechless watching the taunt muscles in in abs ripple and the way he was moving those hips caused Mod 2 to have some very naughty thoughts… The Farrier stood up and joined Ricky in the seductive forbidden dance…whilst grabbing Farmeress and pulling her closely dancing in time with the rhythm of the music in their heads… Farmeress couldn’t help but feel his excitement as his long firm…

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hands pulled her closer to his rippling abs and well muscled chest.

Suddenly the music change to the Tango

The four dancers were graceful in their movement, bodies moving in rythem
with the beat.

Suddenly farmeress was being flung into a dip so low that it allowed her a perfect view of Moderater 2s’ partners’…

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horse…(keeping it horse related:winkgrin:) It must smell the lust in the air because the beautiful black stallion was prancing and preening for all the mares to see as well. Instead of raising her back from the dip the farrier laid her down on the soft hay and came and laid over her. With both of their bodies slick with sweat after the exertion of the dancing the Farrier asks if she is tired from the dancing or up for a more thorough workout…Farmeress licks her lips as her mouth has gone suddenly dry at the thought of the workout the farrier had in mind. The Farmeress wraps her strong muscled legs around the hips of the farrier inviting him too…

nevermind…

“The Farmeress wraps her strong muscled legs around the hips of the farrier inviting him to”…

…piaffe in the aisleway while giving her the piggy-back ride of her life. She gives him a good nudge with her calves to get him going, grabs some “mane” to encourage collection and tells him to trot on and he does because he knows that she means it.
By now the watching horses are both confused and relieved because it looks to them like they’ll be able to enjoy more stall time than was anticipated. Ol’ Dobbin turns towards Silver Star’s stall divider and whispers in a soft nicker “Can you believe this?”. “Finally, the one of humans is getting a taste of what it is really like!” “Yeah”, neighed back Silver Star to Dobbin,“Piaffe, my loose left hind shoe”,“Take that, you… you two legger, you” he trilled triumphantly as he saw the Farmeress firmly put her spurs to the naked and piaffe-ing farrier. Down the aisleway they went, the lovely Farmeress and the sometimes naughty and bucking farrier. Around the island of the row of stalls they moved, the heads of many confounded horses bobbing in and out watching raptly while snatching at their piles of hay or buckets of soaked alfalfa cubes and munching it like a person in a theatre would if chowing down on a bucket of popcorn with doubled extra butter and staring at the giant screen. As they rounded the last turn to to complete a circuit the Farmeress caught Ricky out of the corner of her eye and sees that he is reaching for … Nevermind, I’m supposed to be working right now.:slight_smile:

S.

a crop because evidently Mod 2 has been a very naughty moderator and needs to be punished… Farmeress is astonished at the speed that Ricky is adjusting to life out of the closet, but who is she to judge as she is engaging in Pony Play with her hot sweaty naked farrier at this very moment… Mod 2 has that devilish twinkle in her eyes as she eyes the crop… "Is that for me??? she purrrs seductively… “I thought you came OUT of the closet?? “Oh Yes it’s for you all right " says Ricky as he saunters seductively toward Mod 2 …” I think you need a little tap to make sure I have your full attention and you’re the kind of woman that can make a man go straight” eyes smoldering with need only Mod 2 can fill he slowly walks up to her and begins caressing her back slowly with the supple leather of the crop… Mod 2 closes her eyes and shivers in anticipation of what is to come as the caress continues… Ricky then …

nevermind…

When Ricky suddenly burst into song and dance. It was the Moderator2 realized there was no straightening out this fluff of a boy.

Meanwhile farmeress was riding the farrier hard and was getting ready to put him away wet.

The horses in their stalls were enjoying their afternoon of entertainment.

The farrier set the farmeress down sofly, his smoldering eyes reflecting the heat in his…

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voice as he said…" Now that you have ridden me hard I feel you need to be ridden as well… as their sweat drenched bodies came together he gave the farmeress a kiss that made her toes curl and and internal fire in her was ignited and blazed a trail from her mouth to her…

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From his mouth to her ear, gently nibbling on the lobe.

The horses in the stalls stopped eating, all very transfixed by what they were seeing.

The farrier continued with light butterfly kisses down her neck…

The horses’ jaws dropped open, a few began to drool.

the kisses lingered at the nape of farmeresses’ neck, the breath of the farrier hot on her neck, his hands slowly opening her…

nevermind…I need a cold showere NOW!!!

purse and pulling out the ahem accessories they would need… “glad you came prepared” he says with a boyish smirk…“a girl can never be too careful” the farmeress replied breathless with anticipation of what was to come… as he continued to tease her neck with his tongue she turns her head and notices with shock that Mod 2 and Ricky are actually…

nevermind…

Is it getting hot in here or is it just me???

nevermind…

(RydArab, speechless & fanning herself) sheeeee-ewwwww…

S.

OK. That’s it!

Ya’ll are gettin’ Horsey Stick Art for the cover of this novel!

I resign.

Staring down the aisle, for in the dark recess there appeared a shadow. Looking at each other they realized that it was Mod 1 was holding a crop and menacing slapping it on her boot.

Their eyes widen even more when out of the shadows appeared the lean nekkid barn hand who slipped his arm around Mod 1 and turning her towards him and looking deep into her eyes. The crop fell from her hand as she was slowly drawn into the closet and with the sound of the latch being placed caused Ricky and Mod 2 turned to each other melting into each others bodies. Gently he nudged her to the other closet leaving Farmeress and the farrier alone with only equine eyes watching…or was that all that peered into that love nest?..then…never mind

[QUOTE=~Freedom~;2923754]
Staring down the aisle, for in the dark recess there appeared a shadow. Looking at each other they realized that it was Mod 1 was holding a crop and menacing slapping it on her boot.

Their eyes widen even more when out of the shadows appeared the lean nekkid barn hand who slipped his arm around Mod 1 and turning her towards him and looking deep into her eyes. The crop fell from her hand as she was slowly drawn into the closet and with the sound of the latch being placed caused Ricky and Mod 2 turned to each other melting into each others bodies. Gently he nudged her to the other closet leaving Farmeress and the farrier alone with only equine eyes watching…or was that all that peered into that love nest?..then…never mind[/QUOTE]

Out slidder Monty the Python from the closet, followed by the hawk flying close on the tail of the parrot, who was loudly squarking watch out, watch out, watch out for the…never mind

…Mod 1 who picked up her crop and came to remind everyone that the board is read by kids, and that the content has to be kept more G-rated (and horse-related) for the fun to continue. If it’s not, we’ll have to…

NM

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