The stud snorts hog-style when he’s excited. It’s not sexy. I wonder about being a horny therianthrope, with the stud available as an eager participant. He’s cool and collected on the outside, his ice blue eyes concealing all emotion. The wind wafts particles of New Mexican clay soil off his Australian Shepard blue merle coat into the air, into my eyes. For the briefest moment they are irritated enough that looks don’t matter. He loses his cool with the possibility […]

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