That’s Dominatrix to You, Buddy

Oct
12

To celebrate the release of my book, I’m running some “Memory Lane” posts from my years at Stringtown Rising Farm. I’m choosing some of my personal favorite funny animal stories–if you’ve been around a while, you may remember them, and if you’re new, you may have missed them. This story is from several years ago when I was trying to get Clover bred. She went about it with her usual, ahem, style. You can also tell here that I used to be a romance writer.



Somebody tell her that’s not gonna work?

So, on Saturday, Clover went into full-blown, desperate, tearing-her-clothes-off lust. She was singing Lookin’ for a Good Time by Lady Antebellum, throwing back whiskey shots, making I’m-dying noises in her throat, and flapping her tail at Eclipse through the fence. Eclipse’s tongue was hanging so far out of his mouth, I thought he might lose it. Or pass out.

I figure this means she didn’t get pregnant last time. Maybe she’s slipping contraceptives into her water bucket behind my back. I wouldn’t put it past her. We got the other girls in the goat house and brought out the lucky object of her amore.

She did a sexy little dance and they started rubbing up on each other right away.

Huggin’ and kissin’. And whispering sweet nothings at each other’s important parts.

Clover could only handle so much of this foreplay before she had to show him what to do.

And then! Oh, then! His knowing torture sent her head spinning madly.

She spiraled into some deep, sweet world of insistent need and exploding heat.

She could think of nothing but what he was doing to her and how much she did, oh she did, like it.

And then she couldn’t even think about that.

She felt dizzyingly limp and and startlingly alive all at once.

She arched against him, begging for more.

Ripples of bliss rolled over her as she floated to heaven only to discover that he was done.
And she was not.

That’s JUST LIKE A MAN.

And so, oh, how she tormented Eclipse while she…..flapped her bottom at poor Rhett.

Every few minutes she’d stop to see….

….if he was looking.

Oh yeah.

And so there was more of this.

And then Clover decided that SHE was done.

And that’s just the way the world works, boys.

Sorry about that!

*****

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on October 12, 2013  

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  1. 10-12
    10:01
    am

    I was digging the romance novel narrative until it suddenly became a 3-way with a chicken.

  2. 10-12
    11:42
    am

    Oh, girl. I love it!!!

  3. 10-12
    7:36
    pm

    :lol: :lol:

  4. 11-8
    12:04
    am

    :heart: That, is priceless! I was actually holding my breath scrolling through the pictures/story. I love it!!!!

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