Secret Valentine 
by Munkus69

First thousand words of chapter 1: "Dante"

There are girls out in the world that simply will not shut up about the things they want from men. Be it their daddy when they are young or their boyfriend and husband when they get older. Diamonds, fancy gold jewelry, a bed full of roses, everlasting loyalty, sometimes even new cars and clothes. 

Me, I was always easy to satisfy. All I ever wanted from my rather wealthy father, was a horse. Now don’t misjudge me here. I am not what people could commonly call a “horse girl”. Forget chewed, ugly old clothes that look like they came from grandma’s war closet and forget a messy ponytail with strands of hay sticking out in odd angles. Because unlike any other girl out there, I don’t have to dash back and forth between my horse and obligations. All my daddy ever wanted of me, was to be happy. Which meant that I have a bit more time with my stallion than everybody else and don’t need to shovel my good boy’s shit when I get there in the morning. I have my stable boy John for that. 

And there is another thing that differs between me and what people commonly call a “horse girl”: The affection. You see, where other girls like to peck their horses on the nose to show them just how much they love them, I tend to go all the way. 
Yes. All the way. It started at almost the exact time last year. I was alone on Valentine’s day. Sad, underfucked and very needy. But there was no man in sight that could have satisfied me. I am not the type to go out and buy love like men seem to do so easily. All I could think of, was get my mind off my sadness and loneliness. And especially off my crotch that was burning with the need to fucked right then and there. So I had decided to go on a ride on my then five year old Oldenburg stallion Dante. Probably thinking that a change of scenery could get my mind off my needy pussy. But boy was I wrong. 

Maybe it had been a mistake to ride without a saddle just when I was lusting to get fucked. Never before in my life had I been more aware of the feel of the horseback on my pelvis. How it moved between my thighs when I had Dante walk in his long, striding step. I could feel his large, strong body underneath me. Every step that he took and that I normally reacted to with a smooth motion of my pelvis, suddenly felt like a soft touch on my netherlips. Never had I been more aware of just how powerfully he moved between my thighs and I wished for all that harnessed strength to transform into a handsome, horny man to fuck me. Or maybe, my mind suggested, for Dante to fuck me directly.

My hand wandered over the warm neck in front of me, the heat radiating through my fancy riding gloves as I followed the soft outline, feeling the corded muscles dance underneath. By Loki, he was so strong. No man that I had ever been with was a match for those thick neck muscles, let alone the rest of the body. Every single step, every tiny movement showed off his awesome strength. Almost as if he was displaying them just for me to see. 

Thoughts drifting, I wondered what it might feel to have him mounting from behind. Did the mares feel his immense vigor when he thrust into them? Did they whinny in joy when his hard dick conquered their most secret and precious parts, impaling them with his impressive lance? And when he thrust back and forth, did they squirm in lust and toss themselves back at him? Were they yearning for his thick cock to conquer them entirely, thrust in them and fill them so completely that they thought they may die in bliss, only to be showered with his hot cum that he blasted into them, breeding them thoroughly? 

Slowly I was aware of a soft squelching sensation. Wetness had started to pool between my legs. Like a trap snapping shut, the feeling of need burst over me like a wave the second I started paying attention to it. I could feel those large muscles moving back and forth between my legs, stroking and caressing my needy folds. Warm, prickly spikes of lust lanced through my body, pooling in my lower body and gushing upward to my breasts. Suddenly the clothes that I felt were wrong. I cursed myself for not wearing a bra and felt the soft tissue of my shirt caress the quickly hardening nipples. A moan escaped my throat and I closed my eyes, giving Dante free rain. 
Dante had always been a wildfire. The kind of horse that has so much energy, one has a hard time having him to slow down. And when he felt me letting go, he accelerated immediately. His swift, roomy strides became a flying, fast trot. 

Without a saddle and already thoroughly distracted, I felt shock as he accelerated his movement, thereby transforming the gentle swinging, rubbing motion into a soft bouncing that rocked against my pelvis. Sparks of pleasure darted through me with every light bounce. 

That was the very thing that I didn’t need right that very moment and I made a halfhearted tug on the reins, battling with me. I needed to focus! I had done this very ride to get my mind out of the need to pleasure myself, not to have my own horse jerk me off while it was moving underneath me. Especially not since his strong back stroking and pressing against my pelvis felt like soft hands caressing me. My clit was in uproar and tingled, sending sparks of pleasure out every time it made contact. Soon it was pulsating with need. A moan of lust escaped my throat and I was thankful that I was alone in the woods with no human eyes to see me.