tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289867951399005412.post469074584599833417..comments2023-07-17T12:49:17.226+10:00Comments on Cate Ellink: Phallic Friday - pony fetishUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289867951399005412.post-82774704989854598192015-10-16T10:27:33.394+11:002015-10-16T10:27:33.394+11:00Yes, I too wanted to be a jockey...not that I had ...Yes, I too wanted to be a jockey...not that I had a horse or knew how to ride!! LOL I learned to ride when I was in my 20s and finally escaped the city. It was so much easier in my head :)<br /><br />Glad you enjoyed this post!<br /><br />Cate xoCatherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09322007107036171737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-289867951399005412.post-63207066870226465942015-10-13T21:46:11.554+11:002015-10-13T21:46:11.554+11:00Welcome back! I missed you :)
Yes, some how 's...Welcome back! I missed you :)<br />Yes, some how 'strapper' and 'rider' all sounds smutty, no matter how you look at it :)<br />I loved this post. There was a 'pony' scene in Nicolette Hugo's book, The Arrangement, and I enjoyed that. I didn't think of it as a fetish though, until I saw you mention it.<br />Glad you connected with your non-smutty side out at the farm, and with horses again. I was horse-mad too as a kid, both riding, grooming, the whole shooting match. I wanted to be a jockey when I was a little girl, but basically, I grew too big. Never mind. Now we can just look at them and marvel at what beautiful animals.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com