It was barely a week since the beautiful Michelle had sought me out on the internet. It seems she had run across my website and it got her totally hot and wet. So she emailed me and we messaged on the internet. Michelle had written insistently of her desire, no, her positive need, to be a ponygirl, now, in black and white, reminiscent of the pinto she rode as a young girl. So I had Purolatored her an appropriate outfit, sent her a plane ticket and told her to be here the day after tomorrow. When the day after tomorrow came and Michelle strode in my front door, sinuously, in her new pony boots and show pony outfit, I was already delighted. But then she whispered throatily, in a wondrously surprising Kathleen Turner voice, "Well, aren't you going to bit and bridle me now, Big Boy?" and I was in seventh heaven.

© SirJeff, Feb. 2006