RE: The influance of Brian Eno on Idaho and other similar artists | from JeanAug 07 2004 - 16:06
there, sport. do You math the
there, sport. do You math the
the there, math You sport. do
Well, to answer your question, in the late fifties as the bestiality movement had started to fade with the onslaught of modern jazz and the beat movement, a young Brian Eno was playing clarinet in his high school marching band and working at a small pet store. You do the math there, sport.
What exactly is Eno's "influance" on bestiality? And why would anyone here encourage this moron?
Please do not leave us hanging like this --I, for one, am at the edge of my seat and am about to lose my erection....what happened next?!!!
unbelievable. really fabulous stuff.
This is the best message I have seen posted anywhere.
One warm spring night, I planned a little excursion to see a mare I was
visiting on occasion near my house. When I got there after midnight, there
was a fog moving through the cooling air, and a full moon above. The mare
was there, but wasn't really in the mood that night, which was a bit
depressing. I didn't force her, though. I'd just come back some other time
and hopefully catch her in heat. Two of the geldings came over, though, so
I pet them instead while listening to the crickets. The one gelding was
fairly pushy, and I obliged with some scratches of those had to reach
places that horses love (behind the ears, etc.) I them moved further back,
and ran my hand over his silky-soft sheath, then back over the bulge that
would have held his testicles. He 'dropped' for me, and his penis was
crusted and was in need of a wash. I made a mental note to myself to bring
something portable next time to clean him up. I figured if the owner found
him suddenly clean he might get the hint (if your gelding or stallion shows
up with a squeaky-clean penis, you now know who to thank for it :-)
Anyway, I took his big member and tried to clean it as best as I could, and
then knelt down and took the semi-hard end into my mouth. He flared
slightly, the big head filling my mouth briefly, then subsided. I stuck my
tongue into the tip, a small recessed area that conceals the opening unlike
that of a mans. I ran my tongue around in there, cleaning it out for him,
and then went back to just petting and scratching him. He then decided to
challenge another horse and took off for a second, and then forgot about me
and started eating the dewy grass. Strike two, I guessed. I was thinking
that I should head home, but then another beautiful chestnut horse who had
never let me get close to before, was standing there rubbing himself on a
tree. I felt for the poor guy, all itchy in places he couldn't scratch, so
I walked up to him (with a brief introduction on the way by) and moved to
his rear, to see exactly where he was itchy.
Well, his tail was slightly to his side, and he was scratching his butt. I
thought, "ow, don't do that! Splinters!", and decided I could do a gentler
job of that. I put my hand between his ass and the tree, and gently rubbed
his big hole, and the soft skin around it. He was still pressing back,
almost crushing my hand.
It was the first time I had touched a male horse's ass, and I had to say it
really was turning me on. I pulled my hand away, licked my fingers (tasting
a bit of his feces) and I then slid my wet fingers around his now slippery
hole. The normal mucus around his hole mixed with my spit made a very good
lube, and I popped a finger inside his ass as I adjusted my pants, which
were beginning to feel uncomfortable. His hole puckered, the strong horse
muscles gripped my finger fairly tightly in a soft, very warm blanket of
I realized that I had never considered sex with these particular male
horses because they were gelded, and could not come, and with respect to
anal sex I just assumed they would not have been interested. As I moved my
finger around inside that big, hot, muscular hole, and heard the gentle
happy sighs of the big horse, I realized he would not mind if I came inside
of him. My heart raced at the thought. Again, wow.
First, though, we'd need a bit more lube, and I just did what seemed
obvious: I lifted his tail and kissed him on the ass. First gently, then
deeply, sticking my tongue as deep as I could. His relaxed hole then
puckered, gripping my tongue tightly. I finished the kiss, and tasted bits
of his grit in my mouth. I spit out as much as I could, thinking briefly
that I might get worms. I decided it was well worth the risk, though, and
kissed him again, my arms wrapping around his big ass. He moved back into
me a bit, which I found most erotic. The tree was still there, and I felt
my head might get crushed into his butt. What a way to die.
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