Naughty Clarence

It wasn’t the first time Clarence found himself being ridden by a large woman.

She writhed in sun-kissed pleasure above him, wailing like a banshee. Clarence stayed silent, allowing her to enjoy the ecstasy alone.

Flailing feet jabbed into his belly liked needles. Once, twice.

Clarence ignored it. Ladies often lost control of their faculties in his company.

But again, pointed heels poked at exposed flesh.

Clarence offered a shake, a quiet protest. It fell on death ears.

He bucked hard, sending the large woman tumbling to the floor. As he skipped away to the water trough, her wails slowly faded.


Author: jackkholt

Film graduate. Lover of lots of good films and quite a few bad ones. Reader. Writer. Novel in progress, obviously.

14 thoughts on “Naughty Clarence”

  1. When I first started taking horseback riding lessons, I felt so bad when they told me to kick the horse — and firmly! But they assured me it doesn’t hurt them. And they are big, hulking animals, so I guess it sort of makes sense. But still, I don’t think I’d like someone poking me in the ribs. They never did seem to mind, though. At least none of them ever bucked me off. πŸ™‚ Nice story!

    1. True! Leave the heels at home! And really, if you’re kicking it in the ribs, you’re doing it wrong anyway. It’s the haunches — ribs probably would hurt! You’re really supposed to squeeze & then move up to a kick if they don’t respond (and stop when they do). It’s a strange notion to get used to, but the force with which you’re kicking really shouldn’t be enough to hurt — and if it is they will definitely let you know, just like the lady in the story. πŸ™‚

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