Elara’s heart stumbled. “It’s just horses.”
Elara won. They won.
“I’m scared,” she admitted. “Everyone I’ve ever loved has left. My mother. My grandmother. Horses are the only ones who stay.” Women Sex With Horse
A freak November gale tore through the valley, snapping power lines and flooding the creek. Elara was mid-foal with a mare named Dusk when the barn lights died. She worked by headlamp, hands slick with afterbirth, when she heard a car engine fighting the mud. Elara’s heart stumbled
The first session was a disaster. Iris stood in the round pen, arms crossed, trying to command a shaggy Haflinger named Buttercup as if she were an OR nurse. “Stand. Stand. ” The horse simply blinked. hands slick with afterbirth