The winds blew the scent of a hardworking man gently through her building desires. The scent of desire heightened her need to be with him in every way possible. Her thoughts and actions raged within her mind. She knew then that having him against her soft body was now more urgent than anything in her future. The thought of pleasuring his every being became lodged within her soul.
In a swift and calculated manner, she stepped into a fantasy all of her own. She moved in such a way that her mind had taken control of her once organized and poised reflection. As she hurried to change into her riding gear, she could no longer contain her need to touch him, to feel him and to have him in any way possible. Her thoughts lingered on as she stepped into the stables.
Her request to saddle up the stallion was met with confused glares and questions as to her ability to control his speed. Her desperate commands had settled any lingering questions. She knew her destination required the strength and agility that only a stallion could offer. The speed at which she wished to race was fueled by her desires to catch him before he descended from the mountain top.
The stallion proved to be far more powerful in his strides to take her places she had never before roamed. The thoughts of running her fingers through his thick unruly hair brought about waves of pleasure. She needed to be where he was and needed him to want her as much as she desired him. Her mind hoped that what she felt was desired and returned upon her in every way possible.
Once upon the mountain, she searched for him relentlessly. Her desire was building with each turn. What she sought could not be found within the easy reach. She moved effortlessly with style and grace. He watched from a distance and knew then that the desires he witnessed this morning were blazing within her as they were within him. He heard her cries as she called his name. Her voice echoed through the air in silent desperation.