The kiss had woken me up. Not in that way. It isn't as if I had been sleeping. Just that I had realised something. I guess it may have been my hand on her hoof, and her hoof on the nibble? Either way, it took me aback. A positive shock, if you will.
I could no longer hold back. I knew what I wanted, if only to make sure she wanted the same. I would have felt the bow, as hard as if she had planted her rear hooves in my belly, had she rejected me at this point. It would have been a devastating pain.
Thankfully, I had been spared. I have a new day to live. She simply rubbed it in, rubbing my nibble with her hoof, setting me off spinning. I had no words for how it felt.
The subtle touch of the underside of the hoof, gentle, rubbing in random circles, caressing most all of the nibble, not really squishing any of it.. left me in a breathless state, only craving more. There is no relief, and no escape. She had me trapped.
There was but the one thing left for me to do, holding on for dear life. With that I placed my hands on her waist, holding on to her. Just feeling the lean, sleek flanks brought me closer, and into a more sustainable situation. Just feeling her in my hands, maybe it made it all more real?
This way, I managed to create an emotional anchor to the situation, and to her. Maybe I should have avoided it, but by now that is way too late. I couldn't escape the moment, or the intensity of it. Just as the effects she had on me, on both the emotional and physical plane just pulled me in further.
Letting go, in order to pull my hands off of her flank was hard, there was something making the palms of my hands stick to her skin, but without holding them in place, so I simply pushed my hands upwards, rather than struggling to pull them off, before moving upwards.
A moment later, my hands had reached the sides of her jigglies, such as they are, covered in the top, almost identical to my very own. There was no escaping the sensation, or the feelings it slipped into my mind. I only slipped further into the trap, but I really did not want out. I wanted further in.
My hands slowly come to a complete stop as my thumbs reach the lower edge of her jigglies, thus preventing me from moving them any further up. My fingers under her fore legs, such as she is before me now. I neither could, nor wanted to change anything about her. She is exactly the way I wanted her in the first place.
For a long moment I just hold her close, before I pull her in for a kiss. My feelings compelled me to taste her in a more intimate way. Once I feel her lips press up towards mine I part my lips. She parted hers in kind, slowly licking my lips in a teasing and inviting manner, causing me to gasp
I felt her pushing me further than I dared go, but I couldn't make myself stop. She merely incited me to do what she knew I wanted to do in the first place. Naturally I couldn't stop her now. Not now, not ever.
At this point I realised that her taste intoxicated me and made me feel hot and desirable. Her slippery, soft tongue slowly exploring my lips and the emotions elicited by her touch.
I imagined I was blushing a deep red, even if it most likely was more emotion than actual colour to my cheeks? I didn't know since I couldn't see, but I didn't care since it didn't matter. If she saw me blush would change nothing, even if I imagine it would excite her further.
A subtle scent enveloped me, but I can barely make it out. If it originally affected me, but it would in the future, since it had linked up with the emotions and the feelings for her.
As she broke of the kiss, the effects had already claimed me, we couldn't go back to how it had been between us before, but her change had already destroyed that possibility, so what's the use of denying what came over me.
As she pulled the hoof back as she discontinued caressing my nibble, I still couldn't just pull my hands back. She slipped a step back as I pull my hands down to my sides.
The bond between the two of us was secured. No turning back. I just lock back at her, into her eyes. Standing there for a moment that feels as if it had been forever. I still knew it was no more than an hour.