I saw a video today of a little 6 year old, short black haired girl and Her father in bed. She had just climbed atop his back to wake him up and he, laughing but remaining prone, face down, refused to obey his daughter. She wanted him to get up so She could ride him like a horse. Both were laughing but She was trying to cajole him into giving Her a horseback ride. She tried poking the back of his head, smacking his butt, jumping on his back (being careful not to land on his back with Her knees), and slapping his ears. With a huge smile on his face, squinching his eyes against the little girl’s assault, he still refused.

Oh, how I remember moments like that. My little lover’s hair was long and smelling of the shampoo from the prior night’s shower when I washed it. As I write this, I can feel Her strands flowing across the skin of my back. Her weight was light, Her squeals were music, Her punches were ecstasy to me. The video brought back all those enjoyable memories of my little lover to me. I, though, rose to give my Worshipped Rider a roam about the huge bed we had, then a quick sway to unbalance Her into a slow motion and sensual fall to the rumpled sheets and blanket, and then finally I froze to watch Her re-climb upon my bare back. Then, with a quick set of bounces, I bucked and swayed to dismount Her anew. I was rather young then so I sported a few inches of dark hair myself. The quick thinking Angel-like equestrian grabbed my hair and pulled to remain mounted. I obeyed and toured the king sized bed once more. Soon, I feigned exhaustion and rolled onto my back while the intrepid rider poked Her bony butt into my stomach and proceeded to flatten me. I remained motionless. She demanded I take Her to breakfast immediately. I remained motionless. Miss Playful then decided to take a nap since Her horse was doing so. We laid together for heavenly hours until Miss Playful heard Her mother rattle breakfast dishes announcing cereals and toast being set upon the breakfast table. Though the morning’s festivities were but a few moments, I recall them as a lifetime of memories packed into a short fraction of my life. These are just some of my treasures.