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It’s clear that ridings all the rage with damsels of a certain age,
And in the course of this pursuit they’re none to gentle with the brute.
I’m no psychiatrist of course, but this obsession with the horse would seem to indicate the need for girl to dominate the steed.
She craves a slave, without a doubt, a docile beast to boss about,
Imprisoned ‘twixt her booted limbs, compliant to her whips and whims.
A rebel ruthlessly controlled, a pet to discipline and scold,
A mount who’ll take without demur a rasping bit or raking spur,
Who’ll charm her chums with playful tricks encouraged by her furtive flicks.
Of stinging lash on targets tender- pertaining to the captive’s gender.
With all these helpful goads to hand she makes him leap to each command.
And when these equine thrills are through she still wants someone to subdue.
A more romantic mount is sought for sport of more exciting sort.
And thus on any beach you’ll see some well proportioned peach all starry eyed and golden- thighed astride the youth she deigns to ride,
Relaxing on his aching shoulders while shingle, surf and craggy boulders he tackles with untiring zeal beneath her iron hand or heal.
For now the riders twice as strict at breaking in the brute she’s picked and though it may sound idiotic the side effects are quite erotic, each time such riders exercise the power that lies between their thighs…
And in the course of this pursuit they’re none to gentle with the brute.
I’m no psychiatrist of course, but this obsession with the horse would seem to indicate the need for girl to dominate the steed.
She craves a slave, without a doubt, a docile beast to boss about,
Imprisoned ‘twixt her booted limbs, compliant to her whips and whims.
A rebel ruthlessly controlled, a pet to discipline and scold,
A mount who’ll take without demur a rasping bit or raking spur,
Who’ll charm her chums with playful tricks encouraged by her furtive flicks.
Of stinging lash on targets tender- pertaining to the captive’s gender.
With all these helpful goads to hand she makes him leap to each command.
And when these equine thrills are through she still wants someone to subdue.
A more romantic mount is sought for sport of more exciting sort.
And thus on any beach you’ll see some well proportioned peach all starry eyed and golden- thighed astride the youth she deigns to ride,
Relaxing on his aching shoulders while shingle, surf and craggy boulders he tackles with untiring zeal beneath her iron hand or heal.
For now the riders twice as strict at breaking in the brute she’s picked and though it may sound idiotic the side effects are quite erotic, each time such riders exercise the power that lies between their thighs…