The Lady s Pleasure
Sparks flew from the fire and landed on my bare forearms singing the hair and leaving small scars as I raised the red hot horseshoe and began to pound the surface level with the heavy hammer in my right hand as I held it on the heavy anvil. Each blow would send a shower of molten metal to the earth floor and onto the leather apron that covered my naked hairy sweat-soaked chest. Finally satisfied I quenched the metal in the bucket of dirty water that steamed and bubbled with the heat of the...