you better run for your life if you can little girl
hide your head in the sand little girl
catch you with another man that's the end

well you know that I'm a wicked guy
and I was born with a jealous mind
and I can't spend my whole life
trying just to make you toe the line

let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
baby, I'm determined and I'd rather see you dead

I'd rather see you dead, little girl
than to be with another man
you better keep your head, little girl
or you won't know where I am

- The Beatles, "run for your life"

Yet again she watches me and her intensity is such that I am positive nothing, not even the subtlest of movements, is missed. Of course nothing I am doing right now is at all subtle. It is refreshing to find that she is not frightened off by nearness, I understand a need for space but I personally have always been a touchy fellow. I feel her muscles relax just the tiniest bit under my ministrations and she leans lightly into my caress if only for a moment. So far so good she does not see reason to be suspicious of my actions and it seems that as long as I don’t put a foot wrong she will tolerate the current proximity.

No, her little bite didn’t irritate me in the least…as I said fair is fair. I don’t need full and unquestioning submission, you don’t have to bow down and kiss my feet. Respect and cooperation are all I require and I fully understand that those must be earned not simply given. I have not paused in the gentle nibbling and as I reach her withers I continue along her spine, though that requires a little more distance between us…ones neck only bends so far after all. As I reach about midway down her back she releases a short sigh and then the first words she has spoken so far. What do I want, ah girl can you truly not tell? I want you in so many ways. I can not of course give a simple spoken answer in polished and well thought out words. I must, as always, take my chances in actions and try not to be too overbearing with them.

My actions do not alter, no abrupt changes, quick movements or falters…nothing at all to show that I have even heard aside from a quick glance out of the corner of my eye. If I had not been aware of her intense studying of me I might have tried harder to show my acknowledgement of the question but I am confident that she caught that. I continue to nibble along her spine until I reach her rump and then I do pause. I have of course already decided that today is a day for pushing boundaries and being bold but a show of considering the matter never hurt anything. It is too soon, she will likely not go for it and I will not force but I want the thought out there on the table now. So I give a gentle nudge to the base of her tail and then pause again waiting to see if I will be going further than that simple touch with that thought or backing off. Any sign of irritation and I will pull back, let it go until another day, move on to other things…other things still including her of course. This is what I want girl, it is not all that I want but at this moment in time it is foremost in my mind.



Call me VENDINI for that is my name. Know that my 16.0hh, SORREL ROAN coated person is something to be reckoned with. Trust the self confidence in my MASCULINE posture for SIX years have taught me much. My breeding is unrecognizable yet clearly WARMBLOOD TYPE. You will hear no voice from me for I lost it young and am now a MUTE. My father and mother have long since faded from conscious memory. Look for me in the TUNDRA for it is there I stand as KING at the side of queen ESTHER with --- named as the others under my protection. Trace my blood down to ZIM [x DREAMER], LILLONI [x RECKON], VIBE [x RAGE], TERRAN [x VALINDA] & TANK [x RECKON]. My strings are pulled by the beautiful TZARRA who should be credited with both my creation and my words. ? of ? is the painter of my portrait.