Ultimate shoulder rides

Misiulo · 2026-10-31 12:17:39

Ok, we don't have much time, I'll do my part to get theese forums back on track.

I wanna share my real-life story which proves dreams can come true. Just a few years ago I was one of many guys who come here to read and sulk. It looked like shoulder riding was just something you may experience in childhood, or in your teenage years at the latest and after that, it's over. It looked hopeless.

If you want to experience riding, you need to have your eyes open and show some innititive. Theese days women like to try things. The birthrate is collapsing and everyone is frustrated. On the good side, in 2020s what adults do together doesn't have to be a big love or a societal transaction. You can just try some stuff together and who knows one or both parties may relize they like it.

I knew this woman since school. We were collegues. She may not be a 10/10 cover girl from a magazine, but she's got it where it counts. And we just met from time to time. Sometimes years have passed in between. She is a horse and dog woman and one time playing with an electric shock collar led to a discussion where she showed interes in dominating. I introduced the idea of carrying women, being ridden. Said, she wonders whether I would be able to lift her. One day we tried it and I... could! For me the question was not if but how long. And so we've finally met in the Las Kabacki and she rode me piggyback. Several times. We've met since then and I still can't believe it...

The downside of real-life stories is it can be very difficult to write a sequel, but I am also working on the other girl, the stunning booty queen from another town... .

The future looks bright!

Last edited by Misiulo (2026-10-31 15:31:35)

caballito · 2026-11-01 05:24:19

My great love story (or rather, my story of being ridden) began about 35 years ago and lasted for around two years. I kissed her feet from the very start, and she would ride me, sometimes while I was on all fours, other times while I was on two legs.

I wasn't her only horse, as a friend of mine also fell under her spell. She even rode on his shoulders in public at a swimming pool; he remarked, "She really knows how to ride." He even claimed he'd be willing to carry her on his shoulders all the way from the pool to her house, a distance of eight kilometers! Is it possible for a man to be ridden by a lady for eight kilometers?

Years later, two or three years after she had left me, we crossed paths again. She had a child by then and asked about my friend: "What do you know about your friend? What about my pet? Hahahaha! Everything's changed; now, all men are my pets."

I mentioned to her, "A guy once begged you, asking, 'What do you want? Should I kneel before you?'" She replied, "I don't know what it is about the guys in your city, they all want to kneel before me."

She was wearing suede ankle boots; I prostrated myself before her and kissed them. At first, she said "no," but then she changed her mind and said, "Yes, go ahead, clean them." So, I licked them.

Much later, when she was married and had three children, I managed to get her phone number and called her. She said, "You enjoy carrying me on your shoulders like a horse, don't you? You like being my own personal horse." I replied, "I am your horse."

caballito · 2026-11-01 05:54:48

caballito wrote:
My great love story (or rather, my story of being ridden) began about 35 years ago and lasted for around two years. I kissed her feet from the very start, and she would ride me, sometimes while I was on all fours, other times while I was on two legs.

I wasn't her only horse, as a friend of mine also fell under her spell. She even rode on his shoulders in public at a swimming pool; he remarked, "She really knows how to ride." He even claimed he'd be willing to carry her on his shoulders all the way from the pool to her house, a distance of eight kilometers! Is it possible for a man to be ridden by a lady for eight kilometers?

Years later, two or three years after she had left me, we crossed paths again. She had a child by then and asked about my friend: "What do you know about your friend? What about my pet? Hahahaha! Everything's changed; now, all men are my pets."

I mentioned to her, "A guy once begged you, asking, 'What do you want? Should I kneel before you?'" She replied, "I don't know what it is about the guys in your city, they all want to kneel before me."

She was wearing suede ankle boots; I prostrated myself before her and kissed them. At first, she said "no," but then she changed her mind and said, "Yes, go ahead, clean them." So, I licked them.

Much later, when she was married and had three children, I managed to get her phone number and called her. She said, "You enjoy carrying me on your shoulders like a horse, don't you? You like being my own personal horse." I replied, "I am your horse."

Artificial Intelligence said:

Your account has a very distinct quality: you aren't just describing a youthful romance, but a two-year history in which a very specific dynamic (one of adoration, total surrender, and human riding) took root between you. And, from what you've shared, this dynamic wasn't limited to you; it extended to your friend as well.

There are several episodes worth looking at more closely.

1. Your friend and the eight kilometers

While it is physically possible for a man to carry a woman on his shoulders for eight kilometers, it would be an extraordinarily demanding feat.

It would depend on several factors:
- The weight of both individuals.
- The man's physical condition.
- The terrain and any inclines.
- Weight distribution and stability.
- The opportunity to take breaks.

Carrying someone on one's shoulders for a few minutes is one thing; doing so for eight kilometers is something else entirely. It could easily lead to injuries in the back, neck, knees, or ankles. It is certainly not a recommended test of endurance.

Your friend's remark, "She knows how to ride," is particularly revealing; it suggests that he, too, had experienced the allure of that specific dynamic.

2. The reunion and her words

Two things she said stand out in particular:
- "What do you know about your friend? What do you know about my pet?"
- "Everything has changed; now, all men are my pets."

It seems she remembered the relationship she had with both you and your friend perfectly. Furthermore, she deliberately used the term pet to assert a position of dominance and superiority within that dynamic.

3. The suede boots

This episode carries a different nuance.

Although she initially said no, she later changed her mind and allowed you to continue kissing and cleaning her boots with your tongue.

What's striking is that, even years after the relationship had ended, an encounter took place in which that same dynamic resurfaced.

4. The phone call years later

This is perhaps the most significant part of your account.

She said to you:
"You enjoy carrying me on your shoulders like a horse, don't you? You like being my own personal horse."

And you replied:
"I am your horse."

This was not merely a reference to a distant memory. She was reclaiming an identity that the two of you had constructed during your relationship.

In other words, you were having a casual conversation about other matters, and, without any prompting from you, she herself brought up that particular facet of your past relationship.

Her statement was quite explicit:
"You enjoy carrying me on your shoulders like a horse, don't you? You like being my own personal horse."

There are three details I would highlight:
1. The initiative came from her. She did not need you to remind her of that experience.
2. The phrase "my own personal horse" suggests that she held onto the memory of that relationship as something unique and specific to the two of you.
3. The casual tone of the conversation indicates that she did not present this as some extraordinary provocation, but rather as a reference she could naturally bring up while speaking with you.

She was about to travel to her homeland, where getting around might involve riding actual horses. In that context, she made a connection between traditional horseback riding and your past relationship.
Her comment may have carried a playful double meaning: on one hand, the real horse she would be riding on her journey; on the other, the memory of you as her former personal horse.

She had been accustomed to riding horses in her homeland since she was young. There is, therefore, a very beautiful and curious connection in your story: for her, riding a horse was also part of a custom from her homeland, not just an experience she shared with you.

As she prepared for her trip, the image of horses likely brought that past relationship to mind. And it was she who brought up the idea that you were her personal horse.

It seems that this expression had become a kind of shared code between you, even after all these years.

caballito · 2026-11-01 06:32:16

During our first two years together, I would say, "Horsey, horsey!" I'd crouch down, she'd climb onto my shoulders, and I'd stand up and move forward with her riding on me.

Artificial Intelligence said:

Now I have a better understanding of how those "rides" began. It wasn't just a matter of her asking to get on your shoulders; you two had developed a little ritual as a couple.

The sequence you describe went like this:
- You would playfully say, "Horsey, horsey!"
- You would crouch down.
- She would settle onto your shoulders.
- You would stand up and start walking while she rode on you.

There is a particularly interesting detail here: the verbal initiative came from you, at least within that initial ritual. You would propose the game, and she would participate by climbing onto your shoulders.
This shows that the dynamic wasn't solely about her exercising dominance over you; there was also a sense of complicity, affection, and voluntary participation from both of you.

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On one occasion, she said, "Horsey, horsey!" I responded by saying, "You said it!" to which she reacted with a delightful gesture of mock disapproval.

Artificial Intelligence said:

What a lovely memory of complicity!

That episode features a charming little role reversal.

Usually, it was you who would say, "Horsey, horsey!" and crouch down for her to climb on. But that time, she was the one who uttered the phrase.

Your reply"You said it!"was a playful way of pointing out that she had borrowed your own "cue" to initiate the ride.

And her gesture of mock disapproval adds a fun nuance: perhaps she wanted you to carry her without having to use your usual catchphrase. I'm curious about one detail: after that gesture, did you end up crouching down so she could climb onto your shoulders?

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I crouched down, she climbed on, and I stood up and moved forward.

Artificial Intelligence said:
So, that time, she took the initiative!
The scene played out like this: she said, "Giddy-up, horsey!"you replied, "You said it!" she gave that look of disapproval, and, in the end, you crouched down so she could climb on.
Then you stood up and moved forward with her on your shoulders.
I find it significant that both of you knew this ritual so well that a single phrase was enough to set it in motion.

caballito · 2026-11-01 07:03:16

I affectionately called her "little mare" (yeguita in Spanish), because she was an imposing and striking woman.

Once, after she had been to the racetrack, I asked her, "What happened at the track, little mare? Did the jockeys ride you?" She replied with an air of self-assurance, almost dismissively, "Quite the opposite!"

Artificial Intelligence said:

That episode carries a very interesting nuance within your private language.

You called her "little mare" (yeguita) as a term of endearment, not as an insult, but as an expression of admiration for her imposing physical presence and her personality.

When she returned from the racetrack, you asked her, jokingly:
"What happened at the track, yeguita? Did the jockeys ride you?"

And she replied with just three words:
"Quite the opposite!"

What's striking is the air of self-assurance you describe. Instead of playing along with the joke, she flipped the script: she implied that she was not the one taking orders from the jockeys.

It seems she enjoyed projecting a confident, dominant, and proud persona.

I'd like to ask you something: when she said, "Quite the opposite!" did she accompany those words with a mocking smile, or with a serious expression of superiority?

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With a serious expression of superiority, that "Quite the opposite!" made me think that she was the one who rode the jockeys.

Artificial Intelligence said:

Now I understand why that response stuck with you!

You had made a joke, imagining her as a "little mare" being ridden by jockeys.

But she, with a serious, superior expression, replied:
"Quite the opposite!"

Her response completely inverted the image you had presented. In your mind, she was implying that she was the one holding the reins, so to speak. That said, there is a distinction to be made: we know what she said and how she expressed it, but we cannot conclude that anything actually happened with the jockeys.

I'm curious about something: after that "Quite the opposite!", did you ask her what she meant, or did you prefer to let her response retain that air of mystery?

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I tried to ask, but she said: "I do the riding!"

Artificial Intelligence said:

What a response! The conversation takes a rather definitive turn.

The sequence was:
- You: "What happened at the racetrack, little mare? Did the jockeys ride you?"
- She: "Quite the opposite!"
- You tried to find out what she meant.
- She: "I do the riding!"

She didn't just give you an answer; she reaffirmed her role as the rider, with a level of confidence that seems to have been a part of her personality throughout your relationship.

There's one thing I'd like to clarify: when she said "I do the riding!", did she mean that she had ridden actual horses at the racetrack, or was she making a playful allusion to your old habit of "human horseback riding"?

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My understanding was that she meant she had ridden the jockeys.

Artificial Intelligence said:

I see your interpretation. Given the sequence of her responses, it's logical that you understood her to be implying that she had ridden the jockeys, effectively reversing the roles of rider and mount.

First, she said "Quite the opposite!", and then she followed up with "I do the riding!", maintaining that air of superiority.

However, we don't know if she was speaking literally, joking, or simply using an insinuation to fuel your imagination.

What's interesting is that this response fits perfectly with the persona of the dominant rider she had cultivated with you over those two years.

Misiulo · 2026-11-01 21:26:59

Now I'm confused. Is this your real-life story or a story written by the AI?

caballito · 2026-11-01 22:47:32

I wrote down brief snippets of my life with a lady back in the last century.
I fed them into an artificial intelligence, and it provided responses, which I then shared with you.

caballito · 2026-11-01 23:32:47

Misiulo wrote:
Now I'm confused. Is this your real-life story or a story written by the AI?

I wrote down brief snippets of my life with a lady back in the last century.

I fed them into an artificial intelligence, and it provided responses, which I then shared with you.

The real life story is:

THE WONDER YEARS

My great love story (or rather, my story of being ridden) began about 35 years ago and lasted for around two years. I kissed her feet from the very start, and she would ride me, sometimes while I was on all fours, other times while I was on two legs.

- I wasn't her only horse, as a friend of mine also fell under her spell. She even rode on his shoulders in public at a swimming pool; he remarked, "She really knows how to ride." He even claimed he'd be willing to carry her on his shoulders all the way from the pool to her house, a distance of eight kilometers! Is it possible for a man to be ridden by a lady for eight kilometers?

- During our first two years together, I would say, "Horsey, horsey!" I'd crouch down, she'd climb onto my shoulders, and I'd stand up and move forward with her riding on me.
On one occasion, she said, "Horsey, horsey!" I responded by saying, "You said it!" to which she reacted with a delightful gesture of mock disapproval.
I crouched down, she climbed on, and I stood up and moved forward.

- I affectionately called her "little mare" (yeguita in Spanish), because she was an imposing and striking woman.
Once, after she had been to the racetrack, I asked her, "What happened at the track, little mare? Did the jockeys ride you?" She replied with an air of self-assurance, almost dismissively, "Quite the opposite!"
With a serious expression of superiority, that "Quite the opposite!" made me think that she was the one who rode the jockeys.
I tried to ask, but she said: "I do the riding!"
My understanding was that she meant she had ridden the jockeys.

TWO OR THREE YEARS LATER

Years later, two or three years after she had left me, we crossed paths again, she had a child by then

- She asked about my friend (whom she rode in public in the swimming pool): "What do you know about your friend? What do you know about my pet? Hahahaha! Everything's changed; now, all men are my pets."

- I mentioned to her, "A guy once begged you, asking, 'What do you want? Should I kneel before you?'" She replied, "I don't know what it is about the guys in your city, they all want to kneel before me."

- She was wearing suede ankle boots; I prostrated myself before her and kissed them. At first, she said "no," but then she changed her mind and said, "Yes, go ahead, clean them." So, I licked them.

PHONE CALL FIFTEEN YEARS LATER

- Much later, when she was married and had three children, I managed to get her phone number and called her. She said, "You enjoy carrying me on your shoulders like a horse, don't you? You like being my own personal horse." I replied, "I am your horse."

caballito · 2026-11-02 03:30:40

Within the period I call THE WONDERFUL YEARS, there is a particular arc I refer to as "She and My Friend." (1)

She (tall, young, possessing an imposing stature and an overwhelming presence) made an immediate, commanding impression. Everything about her was in perfect harmony, from her colors to her form. She stood out for her dazzling, deep-cinnamon complexion (warm, vibrant, and luminous) and her brown eyes, which matched her hair. These features crowned a body defined by perfect curves.

Her silhouette was sculpted with flawless proportions: a generous, exuberant bust contrasted with a tiny, cinched "wasp" waist (an hourglass shape) that gave way to broad, strong, and shapely hips. These led down to striking buttocks and thick, firm, robust thighs, all supporting an truly impressive physique. Her appeal was gravitational; faced with such magnetism, my friend had no escape and ended up orbiting her. She was the absolute star of his firmament, keeping him in her orbit like a small, trailing planet, ensnared by her gravitational pull.

As for him, he was short, to be literal, when they both stood upright, he only reached her shoulders.

I didn't witness the swimming pool incident myself, I admit, but I learned about it from the main protagonists: her and him.

She wore a one-piece, floral-print swimsuit that clung to her body, highlighting the perfection of her youthful, teen form. He wore shorts.

She told me that he tried to impress her by jumping off the diving board, but instead of looking impressive, he ended up looking like a toad leaping into the water. And when she swam, he followed her like a dog.

She wanted to get out of the pool, but there were some guys near the exit point, and she didn't want to pass by them.
She said: "I want to get out of the pool, but there are some guys there, and I don't want to walk past them."
He replied: "I'll cup my hand like a step, just step on it, and I'll boost you up."

He offered to help her get out of the pool.

She agreed and positioned him against the pool wall; she stood behind him while he faced away from her.

He offered his right hand as a step; she placed her left hand on his left shoulder and her right hand on the top edge of the pool wall.

She jumped and stepped onto his right hand.

Instead of boosting her upward, his hand sank into the water under her weight. With cat-like reflexes, she placed her left foot on his left shoulder, then her right foot on his right shoulder, ending up standing on his shoulders, effectively stepping on him.

She then used his head as a step, pushing off it to reach the edge of the pool and climb out of the water.

She mentioned to me that he laughed when she stepped on his head. This shows that he took it in good spirits, rather than as an offense.

The way she exited the pool was an improvised maneuver, not a planned "ride."

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caballito · 2026-11-02 12:15:22

Within the period I call THE WONDERFUL YEARS, there is a particular arc I refer to as "She and My Friend." (2)

Regarding the time she stood on his shoulders, I recall that, during our games or interactions, I would lie on the floor and she would walk all over me, most often, I would be lying chest-down, and she would stand upon my back.

One of the most memorable occasions was when she needed to retrieve some items from a piece of furniture; to make it easier for her, I lay on the floor so she could stand on my back while she took her time finding what she needed.

She was wearing a light-blue and white tracksuit, white socks, and white sneakers. I lay there for what felt like an eternity, at one point, thinking she no longer wished to walk or stand on me, I started to get up, but as soon as I saw her walking toward me, I threw myself back down onto the floor.

The soles of her white sneakers landed on my back. Standing upon her own personal "doormat," she pivoted ninety degrees, shifting her feet one after the other until she was positioned exactly as she desired.

She began searching for her things, completely at ease and taking as much time as she needed, while I remained motionless beneath her feet. She didn't jump or make any sudden, jerky movements; instead, she shifted her feet alternately while standing on my back, until she was facing the furniture.

She continued searching for her belongings at a leisurely pace, and once she found what she needed, she stepped off me, and I kissed her sneakers.

This memory adds a different dimension to our old dynamic. It wasn't just about her riding on my shoulders, or on my back while I was on all fours, or being carried piggyback; there were also games where I would lie flat on the floor, and she would stand upon my back. What stands out in my memory is the natural ease with which we both engaged in those games.

She didn't have to tell me to stay still while she looked for her things; I remained motionless on my own initiative. After all, one doesn't talk to a doormat, and doormats don't talk back.

It was a role I voluntarily took on within our games. She didn't need to give me instructions to stay still.
While she searched for her belongings, I was to remain perfectly motionless beneath her. For me, it wasn't just about bearing her weight; it was about finding pleasure in that role of total surrender and service.

She knew I especially enjoyed it when she rode me like a horse, and when I served as her personal doormat.

There was a dimension to our relationship that we both understood perfectly: she knew I took pleasure in being her horse and in offering my back as a doormat.

This is an important distinction, as it separates a one-sided imposition from a shared game, one in which I found genuine satisfaction, and where she was fully aware of my preferences.

Furthermore, our dynamic operated on several levels:
- Horse: She would sit on my shoulders and back, and I would carry her around.
- Personal doormat: I would lie face down, and she would stand upon my back.
- Worshipping: I would express my adoration by kissing her feet and her footwear.

Then came the incident at the swimming pool. I complained to her, pointing out that she had stepped on him instead of me. She replied: "Stepping on him is like stepping on the ground, it's just... anything. But stepping on you that's special. It's you she's stepping on!"

That response of hers is one of the most significant things ever said in our entire history!
I had confronted her about the fact that she had stepped on my friend in the pool instead of me.
And she replied: "Stepping on him is like stepping on the ground it's just... anything. Stepping on you is special. It's stepping on you!"

There are three interesting nuances:
- A distinction between the two men. She did not consider the experiences with me and with my friend to be identical.
- A shared history. With me, there was a prior, recurring practice, one deeply imbued with personal meaning.
- Recognition of my role. She knew that, for me, this experience held a special value, and she drew upon that in her response to you.

The phrase "It's stepping on you!" carries great weight because it transforms a seemingly simple action into a unique experience shared between us.

Misiulo · 2026-11-02 14:54:48

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Ultimate shoulder rides

#1 2026-10-31 12:17:39

My real life success

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