I meet him in my dreams, as always.
The nude stallion stands ahead of me, limned by an unseen light, and waits for my signal. Even at this distance, I can tell that he towers over my middling human form. At once, my eyes drop down to take in the sight of those pendulous balls and hefty sheath, my secret lust. His cock is peeking out of the top of the sheath tonight; a rare pleasure. I ogle the proof of his masculinity for as long as I dare, feeling my own body respond in turn before I raise my head.
I am ravenous. I consume the sight of him. Curved muscle and dark fur, everywhere I look. A long mane, spilled incautiously over his shoulders and face; a golden tip marks him out. He stands in silence, relaxed, as if he has all the time in the world. Perhaps he does, but somehow I know I do not. My eyes wander, revisiting familiar places, and seeking out new ones. His one hand holds a halter, casually; suspended on the end of a finger like a smirk. The other holds a crop and strokes it gently with a thumb. I gaze at it for a while, placing myself amongst those fingers in my mind, feeling that thumb caressing me…and needing it.
He is beautiful, and I desire him.
I nod at last, and he approaches. His hooves make no sound as he steps closer, making it seem as if he is floating toward me. I can barely breathe, as the distance between us closes until he looms over me, but an arm’s span distant. I look up in awe. He smiles in return, a gentle and wonderful thing, and reaches forward with the crop until the keeper touches me. I shiver, and he chuckles. Afterwards, I always wonder why we never speak, but such is the manner of dreams.
He slides the implement about my body, teasing here a nipple, or there an ear. I make all the sounds he seems to crave: gasps, and moans, and groaning exultations. I invoke the burning lust of my own loins and the forbidden fruit of his. With a tender tone, I curse his teasing hands and his magnificent body.
And he smiles, smiles at me alone.
In the end, I try my luck, as I have every time before. I reached forward with a hand, sensing the heat radiating off his body. He is hot. Down I stretch, towards the eggs that nestle between thighs like onyx pillars. He watches me approach and drops himself a little more, the monstrous tease. Out it slithers, quiet and black as night. I can almost smell it now, and my hand is so nearly there. I bite my lip and pause, infinitesimally distant. Tonight, perhaps…tonight I would have—
—an explosive orgasm. Bedroom; light through blinds. A few remaining squirts of cum, staining clothes and sheets alike. I lie in liquid, shuddering, and still frustrated. Memories of horse and cock and sheath, already fading; I scrabble for the pieces in my mind. But the stallion slips away, as is his way. I only get to keep his smile.
The smile for me, and me alone.