Zecora's Diary

A few evenings ago, or more,

A knock came from outside,

I opened it; a unicorn

I saw, with purple hide.

I greeted her, she greeted me,

And said “Shall we have tea?”

But what she meant was something else:

“Tonight you shall have me.”

She walked inside; I closed the door

And Twilight I did face.

Her eyes half-closed, her mouth upturned,

It made my own heart race!

I quickly dashed and pressed my lips

Onto that of the mare,

And in that passionate embrace

Our tongues we both did share.

We broke this kiss and walked to bed.

Oh, what a night I’d get!

Our lust began to overcome;

I felt myself quite wet.

She flopped onto my roomy bed

With back legs held up high,

It saw she was quite ready too

By wetness on her thigh.

I brought my head up to her chest

And brushed it with my lips.

Then next I lowered down my head

And brought it to her hips.

With my tongue between her legs

I gave myself a taste.

I licked and not a single drop

I would let go to waste.

My tongue ran over her two lips,

Which caused the mare to moan.

So deftly up and down I licked

Eliciting her groans.

My tongue across her entrance danced;

She gasped and asked for more.

So with the tenderest of licks,

I aimed above that door.

She arched her back as I touched her,

She seemed close to her peak.

But then she stopped my fervent work

And she began to speak:

“Your skills are quite refined, my friend,

But isn’t this unfair?

You give so much but get none back;

We really ought to share.”

I nodded and climbed up with her,

She lay there on her back.

My body now stood over hers

And my lips I did smack.

As I resumed she now began;

Her tongue moved by with grace.

And not long afterward I knew

My juices wet her face.

I gasped and moaned as I licked too,

Sensations on the rise.

By what I felt and what I heard

We both were near the prize.

Our climaxes came forcefully,

Our bodies twitched in sync.

Our voices mixed up moans and groans

Our pleasure past the brink.

We rested now to catch our breath

And cuddled lovingly.

Her body against mine was warm;

How beautiful was she!

She packed her bags and trotted out

To home by light of moon.

I smiled as she walked away;

This mare would return soon.