Well, Well, Well, It's finally 2021, and nothing better than to start a new year with new ideas and opportunities!
This is my first short story, and this year I will work a lot with this kind of art, and you can help me with this! Send me ideas, suggestions, and other things for me to write! It's a really good thing for me to write, it's like a new fresh air in my life, so help me!
Comment about my short stories, please, it won't take more than ten minutes to read and comment. A BRIEF ENCOUNTER by YAUHAS, THE BULL
She passed by me like lightning. I say she wasn't running or anything. Like lightning because she stunned me. Those curves, that body, all that beauty stamped on the curves of the young white goat.
For a Saanen, that girl, not a girl, that jovial presence made my hooves sweat, and look, this is impossible, at least absurd. When I looked at her, I felt a chill in my stomach, of course, in the rumen, because my stomach is divided into four.
But back to that fertility and femininity divinity that will pass by me with its long pearl necklace, its nicely groomed goatee, its grayish and slightly curved horns, and its wonderful hip. Dressed in beautiful ripped jeans and a pink flannel shirt, something else stood out in addition to her masterful feminine curves.
I couldn't help but notice that beautiful belly. And what a belly my friends! Certainly there she carried a life of delicacies and unpretentious lack of control. I wish I could at least touch that rare beauty in the shape of a goat.
Normally goats carry a prominent belly, common to their species, but that girl had something else! I can't explain it, except to imagine what it would be like to squeeze and feel that mass of snow-white fur on my hooves, while lying down, like a Venus of milus. I imagine the pose, she, lying on my lap, her bulging belly protruding in front of my eyes, the smell of her entering my nostrils and leaving me in a youthful ecstasy.
Toc, toc, toc, I can still hear her hooves hitting the ground in the background, moving away, while I stay here, bathed in a passionate and feverish sweat. She hadn't even noticed me, but she had a mark on me, that goat smell marked those brief seconds of little childish pleasure.
Dear reader, will I ever see this beauty in front of me again, or will I be doomed to suffer the illusion of imagination for the rest of my bovine days?
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Bovine (Other)
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