As my thighs tighten around her body, she knew what to do, we didn’t need words. Our communication, connection was deeper than that, it was a relationship based on trust. We’d only just met but we knew straight away there was a bond. She let me do things to her that she wouldn’t let most people do.
Using my body, I spoke to her and she listened. It was our first time so we took it gently, making sure we were both happy with every move. Everytime we took it to the next level, our bond strengthened. Our hearts beating faster, perspiration starting to drip off our bodies, not only were we connecting but we were getting a work out as well!
Oi cheeky, it’s not what you’re thinking!
Her name is Heather, she’s a chestnut mare, an ex racehorse and the pride and joy of my sister in law, Lucy. And now she was my new friend, my new connected friend.
When I was younger, I was always around horses. Always riding, grooming and loving them. I even got into the Uni riding team and went competing up and down the country with my trusty stead, Tim. Now Tim, oh wow, he was a looker alright. A huge chestnut gelding with his 4 white socks, an ex show jumping title under his belt, he knew he was something.
But then something happened, my attention changed direction. Boys came along in a big way and the dancefloor could be heard callling my name at all hours. Yeah you could say I was slightly distracted in those days but more about that another time..
I never lost the longing though, not really. It’s funny how wanting something may not be enough to get it but it sure is an incredible start. I decided on Thursday that I wanted to connect with horses again. Saturday arrives and the touching story of Heather and Emma begins.
Life is good, my friends, life is very good.
Welcome to 'emergise' and my blog, 'secret diary of a good girl'. Let me introduce myself, my name is Emma Fairclough and I am a good girl. I am a good girl with a twist.
