I rode a horse when transitioning out of the military. Long story warning so skip to last portion for the real answer to this question.
Due to alcohol issues combined with my anger towards a superior, I was put in a 4-week program called "Co-occuring". It was an experimental transitioning treatment to help servicemembers cope with issues before transitioning out. To qualify you had to have a substance abuse issue combined with a mental condition related to depression, uncontrolled anger or suicidal tendencies. It was meant for severe cases.
This program was part traditional therapy and part recreational activities. One of the activities we did was a day of horseback riding. When we were told to pick a horse, a male horse approached me. Not sure the breed but he was pure black except for white around his hoofs and he was bigger than most horses. He kinda picked me. The stable owners said he was aggressive to people he did not know, but he was very loving to me and the only trouble I had from him was when we had to leave. He did not want me to leave. He kept approaching and licking me and was good until I approached the fence. Then he started throwing a fit lol My first time ever riding a horse was for therapy and it was the horse deemed "unsafe" for a beginner.
I’ve ridden on both horses and an elephant and I wanted to ride a camel but we did not wake up early enough and my aunt and uncle feared we would get heat stroke so we did not accept the opportunity.
A few times, not since I was a kid though. I rode a horse once, a pony, a camel, and an elephant. Most of these rides occurred at circuses or fairs. The horse was at some kind of horse farm. Not sure how I even ended up there, I think I might have gone with a friend’s family, I was probably only about 6 or 7.
The town I grew up in had a horse ranch right next to it and I knew the daughter of the person who owned one of the horse ranches outside of town not that I think about it I think there were three
Yet for whatever reason I have never even touched a horse in my life aside from a couple of times I touched a toy horse while picking it up of course because I had a niece no scratch that I have a niece but I cut contact with her mother
I had an ex girlfriend who owned horses. She was small and kinky. She loved tying my ankles to the stirrups, my knees to the belt under the horse that held the saddle on, and my wrists to the reins. She then unbuckled my jeans and pulled down my boxer briefs, so she could slide onto my hardness. She would have the horse trot... causing her to move around on my hardness. As I got more turned on, I would pull on the reins making the horse go faster as it would pull the horses head up. I would feel her orgasm on my cock, as I would cum right afterwards.
I rode a 50% Belgian/50%Quarter. Her name was Montreal. I rode her every Saturday. She recognized the sound of my car when I arrived and started stamping in her stall. She was huge and few people rode her. I was fullback size. Maybe size mattered. After we straightened things out between us, we got along fine. I brought apples when I came to ride her to appease her so she would not not kill me.
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