There is one thing I secretly cherish the most.
I'll need to go back quite a few years here.

I was once a racetrack groom, as I have mentioned before. What I haven't mentioned was how I got there.

Let me set the stage. I was in college at a small school out in the middle of nowhere, away from home for the first time. Young, innocent, had led a sheltered life, and ready to be plucked by the first girl to want me. I'll call her Marina.

She was five years older than I was and had led a rather full life already, working as a groom. moving with the horses from track to track before deciding she needed an education. So when she took a shine to me, I was instantly smitten.

She taught me much. I had had very little experience with girls at that point- I wasn't a virgin anymore, but really didn't know much about what I was doing. So she took great delight in teaching me about how to get a girl off, and also demonstrated her oral abilities on me. She taught me all kinds of things about sex- and being young and full of energy, I threw myself into my tasks with great gusto.

When it came time for summer break, she took me with her to the track and got me hired by a stable, and again I started learning a lot. Unfortunately once she got back into that environment she changed. No longer was she the caring and vigorous lover I had known- she took to drinking a lot and smoking a lot of weed, her language became thoroughly saturated with obscenities and profanities, and in general she became as rough as a badger's arse.

She ended up dumping me for a guy with a 70s pornstar mustache and a pickup, leaving only some soiled bedding and a lingering stench to remind me of our times together.. I was devastated.

That is, until I met Lori.

Up until that point I still really didn't know much about women, it turned out. I had no idea that a woman's nether regions weren't supposed to smell so strongly that the room would have a lingering aroma for days. Suddenly oral took on a whole new dimension for me, and I found that it was far easier if I wasn't holding my breath for three minutes at a time.

But even now, I have to admit, the smell of fresh horse manure mixed with swamps and old seafood causes a certain stir...


(may not be 100% fact)
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 8 May 2008, 19:45, 2 replies)

eeeewwwww
... beastiality?
(Procrastinate now! It's not opposite day!, Thu 8 May 2008, 21:02, closed)

I suppose you could
consider it that. Last I knew, she had a daughter by someone and was living in a trailer at the edge of a cow pasture. She had become something of the town bike for a while, but eventually even the farmers found the cattle to be more erotic and less fragrant.

I sometimes wonder what ever happened to her. Then I realize that I'm glad I don't know.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 8 May 2008, 21:07, closed)