Novelas y relatos de Slow Horses

She was speaking but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. The moment came suddenly, like a bolt of lightning. Her eyes flew open, her back arching off the bed as she screamed my name, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed around me, her muscles gripping me in a vice-like grip that had e fighting for control. My own orgasm followed swiftly, a hot rush that left me trembling.

She waved them goodbye and watched them drive out of the camp. There were over a dozen of them and not for a second did they stop. The horses went on as fast as they could with the sound of their feet making music in the ears of their riders. Tiny animals could be seen scurrying off as they approached them.. they feared for their lives and Volk couldn't but laugh. "Did you see what happened with that squirrel just now?" He asked Lowell. "Oh yes I did. God saved it soul that it was fast. It would have died under the heavy weight of this beast..." They both Laughed.

The morning was already warm and it wasn't 6:30 yet. Mikel was leaning on the paddock fence watching a ranch hand coax her horses into it. They needed some exercise and both Kelsey and Vincent were both excited to do the honors. Stormi was a champion in show jumping, and Kelsey was excited to train her. Apollo was a racer, and won a few races Dominic entered him in but he was simply a beloved horse.

He has to nod slightly and pull back a circle: "I think it's just two laps. Now they all advocate caring for small animals. Matthew is tired after running three laps. What do you think?" Say that finish, cool summer looked up at the two huge fat purplish red horses they had chosen. The horses kicked their hooves and hummed twice, obviously not satisfied with the setting of "small animals". Cool summer hurriedly hang down his head, dark feel oneself find this excuse is too blind. But Su Lixin replied: "OK, then two laps." Therefore, a blind cat can meet a dead mouse.

It was time for the National and his friends horse had to be pulled out due to a minor injury so he was checking the odds on the other horses deciding who to back, Trina was merry on the champagne and stood looking as the horses walked around the paddock, ‘Oh look at that one it looks so sweet’ She pointed to a pretty chestnut with a darker chestnut mane and tail, it was smaller than the others and danced along, it held its head and tail high and was looking around enjoying the atmosphere. While the other horses frothed and sweated this little one was having the time of its life. ‘Its to small’ Marco said dismissing it, ‘He’s right little lady it’ll never get over all those huge fences’ His

​​He trailed behind him with an oversized gear bag, constantly holding the thermos and letting Robin take a sip every few minutes. They weren't even trying to hide it anymore? "Ladies, this way." Robin gestured toward the stables and continued politely, "The horses here are very docile. They're perfect for beginners." Cynthia gave him a sideways glance and mocked, "You're so kind, Robin. But where's the fun in docile horses? We should ride a wild one." Ignoring the protest of the staff, Cynthia marched straight toward the back of the stalls, heading for the biggest black stallion known for having the foulest temper in the club.

The buildings are all made of white washed walls with round blue roofs and small roads running crisscross over the hill leading you through the maze that is Olympus. Hermes whistles on his fingers and two identical horses come trotting up to the bridge. Their body is cream colored, their mane and tail almost as white as the buildings around them. “Agafya, Agape. Fast as always.” Hermes mutters to the horses, petting their muscular necks. He turns to face me. “Can you ride?” “A bit, but I’ve never ridden bareback.” I tell him, glancing at the bare backs of the horses. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll be fine. Just don’t pull Agafya’s mane when you mount her.” He pets the neck of the horse on his

he said, his smile calm. Cleopatra’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t tell me you did all this?” Calvin laughed softly, already turning to walk ahead. “Let’s go.” The soft rhythm of distant carousel music drifted through the quiet air as Calvin and Cleopatra walked slowly toward the motionless carousel, its painted horses standing in still silence. Cleopatra slowed when they reached the ride, her eyes moving over the rows of horses. Some were white with silver saddles, others dark brown with flowing painted manes.

"If you say so. And what I was going to say is I would have regretted my decision if he gave you to them." "Oh come on Mr. King, your grandson won’t be happy to hear you flirting with his wife now, will he? And also it is if he sold me to them, once again and now at least you know that Aslanov women are not for sale." Let me say it myself if that's what he prefers to call me. I remarked with a smirk as his eyes sparkled in amusement. "One kind of a wild horse huh?" He whispered but if he didn't want me to hear he should have been quieter as it was loud enough to penetrate my ears.

I respectfully replied to her. I'm not really sure if she is testing my patient or if she is just eager to get there and get it all done. We all have the same sentiments and want to end this war for good. We all deserved to live in peace and harmony. I can feel that we are nearing the end of this war. I am just hoping that we will be on the winning team. "Can these horses run any faster?" she said and releases a sigh of irritation. "No. This is as fast as the horses can run. We need to stay low-key to avoid getting too much attention, and the other reason is for our safety," I patiently explained to her.