17.1112-1200=ai= describe riding a horse at a slow walk

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@25.0814-1007.55 by Duck.ai/Mistral small 3

@25.0814-1538.02 Atx Edit - still needs work

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Prompt: edit to 500 words . Pay special attention to removing any redundant wordings OR concepts.

Dear Marla,

I remember the first time I tried to describe the experience of riding Sarah, our old brown mare, while wearing a shiny black latex catsuit with an attached hood. The latex covered my face, with small holes at the eyes and nose for breathing and limited vision. It was like stepping into a world where every sense was heightened, yet strangely muted. But this time, there was an added layer of sensation. I was wearing vaginal and anal dildoes under the suit, and the experience was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

The latex of the catsuit became my outermost layer of skin, smooth and unyielding/yielding, clinging to every curve and contour of my body. Every movement at my joints produced a slight pull of latex across my real skin under it in that area, producing a bit of delicious sensation.  The shiny black latex reflected the sunlight, creating a dazzling display of light and shadow as I moved. The dildoes added a new dimension to the sensation, a constant, throbbing presence that was both comforting and unsettling. They felt like they were impaling me, filling me completely, a sensation that was both intense and overwhelming.

As I approached Sarah, I could feel her gentle energy. She was used to seeing me in latex and was always gentle and patient. I took a deep breath, the latex hood constricting my vision and making it difficult to see clearly. The world outside the hood was a blur of colors and shapes, but I could still make out Sarah's form.

I climbed into the saddle, the leather creaking beneath me. Sarah shifted comfortably, and I held onto the reins tightly, my gloved hands gripping the leather with a firmness that belied my nervousness. As we began to move, the sensation of Sarah's muscles rippling beneath me was amplified by the latex suit and the dildoes. It was like riding a living, breathing machine, every movement synchronized and fluid, but with an added layer of sensation that was both intense and overwhelming.

The weather was warm and sunny, and the heat made me sweat in the latex. The sweat trickled down my body, creating a slick, slippery sensation that only added to the intensity of the experience. The wind rushed past my face, the small holes in the latex hood allowing me to breathe. The restricted vision helped me focus inward on the sensations of my skin and the interiors.

The ride was a symphony of sensations, the mare's slow, gentle movements, the wind rushing past my face, the tightness of the latex suit, the sweat trickling down my body, and the constant, throbbing presence of the dildoes. It was a strange and exhilarating experience, one that I will never forget. The shiny black latex catsuit with the attached hood was like a cocoon, a barrier between me and the world, yet also a conduit for the sensations of the ride.

As we rode, I felt a sense of freedom, a sense of being one with Sarah and the dildoes. The limited vision and the tightness of the latex suit made it difficult to focus on anything specific, but it also made me more aware of the sensations of the ride. It was like being in a trance, a state of heightened awareness where every sensation was amplified.

The movement of Sarah created a rhythmic, pulsating sensation that was both intense and overwhelming. The dildoes seemed to move in sync with Sarah's gait, creating a constant, throbbing presence that was both comforting and unsettling. It was a strange and exhilarating experience, one that I will never forget. The action of the ride on the dildoes made me horny, a sensation that was both intense and overwhelming. It was like being in a state of heightened awareness, where every sensation was amplified.

The ride to the mailbox, which was 1/2 mile away, was on a poorly maintained, single lane dirt driveway. There was deep forest on either side of us.  Sarah chuffed and made other horse noises that seemed to indicate congenial attention.  I talked to her, and she responded in her own way, making the ride even more special.

The ride ended too soon, and as I dismounted, I felt a sense of loss. The shiny black latex catsuit had become a part of me, a second skin that had amplified the sensations of the ride. It was a strange and exhilarating experience, one that I will never forget.

I hope this description helps you understand the experience of riding a saddled horse while wearing a shiny black latex catsuit with an attached hood and vaginal and anal dildoes under the suit. It was like stepping into a world where every sense was heightened, yet strangely muted at the same time. It was a strange and exhilarating experience, one that I will never forget.

Ducky

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