Lydia sighed and stretched her neck to both sides as she relaxed into the sofa by the fireplace. The horse still wore fashionable RayBans as it quietly sauntered up behind her. A gentle exhale of breath from his nostrils alerted her to his presence as she loosened her nightgown overcoat.
Horse_ebooks whispered, “Let me”. She relaxed as his horse-lips unfastened her clasps and his whiskers tickled her neck.
Horse_ebooks continued, lipping at her hem a bit. “Long nights pouring over the racing form trying to find the winners?” She shrugged, and took a sip of her brandy-infused tea.
“It’s not really that at all, really. I’ve just been tired from work. You know I don’t gamble…let alone that racing form…” She smiled, as he clopped over in front of her.
“Find out whether you’re ready for a horse of your…” He trailed off as he seductively moved towards her mouth, but paused. “What Does It Cost?” He asked. Her eyes searched what she thought were his through his sunglasses. She couldn’t tell whether or not to be offended or taken in by what could be assumed to be a breadth of emotion, a sense of questioning what a move to the next step would cost them within one another.
Horse_ebooks nuzzled towards her ear and whispered, “No special skills are…” But he stopped short.
“No skills are what?!” Lydia exclaimed. “I haven’t even had a chance to demonstrate anything yet.”
“Sexual artlessness is another cause of premature ejaculation.” Horse_ebooks said without emotion. And with one pregnant pause, he clomped out the front door.