Overture Downs Set the Sails

His touch sent pulses of static rippling down through her spine, igniting her desire and satisfying the hunger inside of her that felt sure that it would win this victory. The young man was entranced; a virgin obviously, and she had to stifle a giggle when he actually admitted it. 

”Oh, sweet dove, yer body knows wot it wants,” She said, leaning against him. She pressed her hip against his, and with a coy giggle, she ducked her head and slipped her muzzle behind his elbow. Being exceptionally small and nimble, she slipped forward, ducking beneath his chest so she could slip between his front legs. There, she sat for a moment, leaning back against his chest, muzzle tilted back invitingly as she beckoned him with a wink of one lilac eye.

She stood, then, and chuffed to symbolize both encouragement and consent as she continued to beckon him with the glint of her eye over her shoulder. She was braced for an attempt that would likely be clumsy and awkward but at least this time, she felt success was tangible.