I Found My Socks
I won Champion in my group at the annual horse show in October, 2017. I ride at Mane Stream, a charitable organization that provides equine assisted programs for children and adults with physical, emotional and developmental challenges. They are always in fund raising mode and short on money. The annual horse show is an expensive event.
Because of their usual financial difficulties, I was surprised during the awards portion of the show to receive nice prizes in addition to the usual ribbons. There was a gift basket that contained a set of pretty candles, a photo frame, candy and a pair of equestrian boot socks. I had seen boot socks in tack shops over the years, but never thought they were worth the money. Since they seemed to be popular with other riders, I was interested to try them with my riding boots.
I wore the socks with my tall riding boots at my next lesson. They were great. They were smoother than any others I had tried, with no bunching up on my feet or lower leg. When I took them off that day, I intentionally put them away with plans to wear them for my ongoing lessons. I wore them for the remainder of my sessions in the fall. As it became colder, I started to wear thin wool socks with my winter paddock boots for my classes.
When I remembered that I also had tall winter riding boots, I wanted to try them with my new boot socks. But I couldn’t find them anywhere. I knew I had put them away in a safe place, and searched the obvious sock drawer, underwear drawer, pile of riding clothes in the closet to no avail. I gave up searching, and figured they would turn up eventually.
It was a Monday night in February, cold and dark. I pre heated the sauna to warm my winter weary bones. I stayed in the sauna for 30 minutes in just my bathrobe. Something about being warm and relaxed in the dead of winter stirs me physically. I thought about my Hitachi Magic Wand in my bedside table drawer.
This Monday night would be a good time to become reacquainted with my Magic Wand because if I made a mess of the sheets, they would be changed on Tuesday by my regular cleaning woman.
I sat in the chair in front of my bedside table. I opened the bottom drawer to get out the wand. My prized boot socks had been sitting in the drawer with my vibrator for months! I had neglected to look in this drawer before.
My reunion with my Magic Wand was just perfect like how I always remembered our relationship: minimal effort on my part, no conversation, manners, or concern about my appearance necessary, simply plugging it in always bringing an excellent result.
I also wore my boot socks for my riding lesson on Tuesday. Going forward, I know where my socks are, as well as where to go for that flawless, no-even-exchange necessary orgasm…