Sarah extended her arms, the latex touching her fingertips first before being pushed up all the way to her shoulders. Fingertips were pushed almost pa...nfully into position in those hooves, her arms bending to fit the mold of the gloves. With both on, her legs were next to come. Toes slipped into the leggings, the thick latex and mare skin sliding up her shapely thighs all the way up to her bare ass. Her legs bend forward, pushing her to stand on all fours. Toes fit into the curving that were. He moved to the end of the bed and got onto all fours.“I believe you know what I want” he said as he wiggled his ass in the air.I stepped up behind him and quickly drove my cock into his gaping ass. He groaned in delight as I began pumping deep into his well plowed ass. I grabbed his ass cheeks as I fucked him hard and deep the whole time he growled and urged me on. Eventually my thrusting became so forceful he was flat on his stomach as I pushed on his shoulders driving deep inside. To provide depth and context to the description of bodies in collision,writers of erotica must employ the same set of tools that any otherauthor uses to accomplish this feat: figures of speech (especiallymetaphor), analogy, symbolism, juxtaposition, and other poetic andrhetorical devices. Some--too many, by far--of these devices are built-in, as it were, to erotica. It is a rare story, indeed, for example, inwhich a penis is not described as a ramrod (which "rams"), a sword or aknife (which. "Kyle, sent me," she said, not really sure she had been heard.The door opened slowly to reveal a man perhaps twenty years her senior, trim and handsome in a rugged sort of way, graying around the temples. His face and arms were weathered. The eyes were bright but seemed to reflect a life of hardship and pain. The belt around his fit waist was wide, the buckle large with etchings of Native American symbols. His large mustache reminded her of town Marshals in western movies."Well," he said.