50 Shades Of Hay

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Forum novel time.


They both knew that it could never be. He, a lowly teaser who couldn't even win a banded race, she, a Group 1 winning black type mare. In their world, it was forbidden - she was promised to Frankel.

But tonight, no one else would know. She would feel the depth of his love and she quivered in anticipation. He nuzzled her, softly at first, then becoming more urgent as her scent struck his nostrils like Tony McCoy's whip in a finish.
 
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At first she didn't know why, but something didn't feel right.

She couldn't put her finger on it, but that was hardly the explanation. After all, horses don't have fingers.
 
At the touch of leather, I quiver and neigh. He trots around me again, trailing the crop across my forelock. On his second circuit, he suddenly flicks the crop, and it hits me underneath my stifle. Now I know we're going that final furlong!!
 
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