Well then. That’s exciting. You stop staring at the poor embarrassed mare and move to the main event. Her apparent tepidness however, tempers the fires inside you. You move to your knees and take up position, ensuring every movement is gentle and deliberate. The last thing she needs is a surprise. Hands gingerly cup her furry rear and you notice small drops of sweat  under the short hair. You gently massage her rump as you inch forward on your knees. Hot pheromones drift up to your nose and harden you even more. Your throbbing organ hovers inches away from your excited mate as you mentally prepare yourself to use it as nature intended for the first time. Despite the situation, you don’t feel nervous anymore. Or at least…you can’t name a feeling among the turmoil in your chest that belongs particularly to nervousness.