In the somewhat interesting, The Mill On The Floss by George Eliot, she makes mention of a horse at the start and makes it sound almost as if she were planning a romp in the fields with it. This got me to thinking-
What is it about horses which turns people into such animals? I can understand the thrill if the horse is being ridden by a handsome gentleman or a lovely young lady (or even a voluptuous older lady. Hell, it could even be a smaller breasted older lady or the recently retired nuclear power plant operator-rumor has it that he grew two extra cocks from his job- or even the town whore or the town drummer-and make no mistake about it, every town should have a drummer and a bugler or even better one of each). But I am leaving the path and need to return. What is it that people find so interesting about horses?
A followup question: Why are horses so often used in some form of sexual context?
And here is the passage of which I spoke: "...That honest waggoner is thinking of his dinner, getting sadly dry in the oven at this late hour; but he will not touch it till he has fed his horses, - the strong, submissive, meek-eyed beasts, ...See how they stretch their shoulders, up the slope towards the bridge, with all the more energy because they are so near home. Look at their grand shaggy feet that seem to grasp the firm earth, at the patient strength of their necks bowed under the heavy collar, at the mighty muscles of their struggling haunches! I should like well to hear them neigh over their hardly- earned feed of corn, and see them, with their moist necks freed from the harness, dipping their eager nostrils into the muddy pond. Now they are on the bridge, and down they go again at a swifter pace and the arch of the covered waggon disappears at the turning behind the trees..."
From The Mill On The Floss by George Eliot
I get turned on each time I read that passage-it's a miracle I ever finished the book.
What is it about horses which turns people into such animals? I can understand the thrill if the horse is being ridden by a handsome gentleman or a lovely young lady (or even a voluptuous older lady. Hell, it could even be a smaller breasted older lady or the recently retired nuclear power plant operator-rumor has it that he grew two extra cocks from his job- or even the town whore or the town drummer-and make no mistake about it, every town should have a drummer and a bugler or even better one of each). But I am leaving the path and need to return. What is it that people find so interesting about horses?
A followup question: Why are horses so often used in some form of sexual context?
And here is the passage of which I spoke: "...That honest waggoner is thinking of his dinner, getting sadly dry in the oven at this late hour; but he will not touch it till he has fed his horses, - the strong, submissive, meek-eyed beasts, ...See how they stretch their shoulders, up the slope towards the bridge, with all the more energy because they are so near home. Look at their grand shaggy feet that seem to grasp the firm earth, at the patient strength of their necks bowed under the heavy collar, at the mighty muscles of their struggling haunches! I should like well to hear them neigh over their hardly- earned feed of corn, and see them, with their moist necks freed from the harness, dipping their eager nostrils into the muddy pond. Now they are on the bridge, and down they go again at a swifter pace and the arch of the covered waggon disappears at the turning behind the trees..."
From The Mill On The Floss by George Eliot
I get turned on each time I read that passage-it's a miracle I ever finished the book.