Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 3rd Feb 2005
She's particularly good at helping me in the garden with my snail problem. I pick the snails off my plants and she follows me round stepping on them with her boots. Best way to get rid of garden pests I think, let your girlfriend step on them with her rubber riding boots!
You're right g boots, rubber boots are easier to clean afterwards, snails make a right mess when stepped on.
You're right g boots, rubber boots are easier to clean afterwards, snails make a right mess when stepped on.
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 4th Feb 2005
i gees im to yused to rondkill now thats messey or buges on the car or my turck whendow
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 15th Feb 2005
hallo
crush & killing friends. I wear high red rubber ridingboots and leather jeans.
I kill a frog and a bird slowly with this outfit. with my boots I step on the boody animals, not on the head. Now I kill a mouse after the writing, about this words. my hand touch my pussy for a orgasm. I am 36 years old.
I like it.
Greetings
Tami
crush & killing friends. I wear high red rubber ridingboots and leather jeans.
I kill a frog and a bird slowly with this outfit. with my boots I step on the boody animals, not on the head. Now I kill a mouse after the writing, about this words. my hand touch my pussy for a orgasm. I am 36 years old.
I like it.
Greetings
Tami
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 18th Feb 2005
hallo olipiu, ja ich kann auch deutsch, warum?
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 22nd Feb 2005
Hi Tami,
Deine e-Mail Adresse funtioniert nicht, bitt e mail mal
Gru? underfoot
Deine e-Mail Adresse funtioniert nicht, bitt e mail mal
Gru? underfoot
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 23rd Feb 2005
Hallo Leute,
heute hat meine freundin ute zusammen mir tauben zertreten. die viecher waren wildtauben die in den taubenschlag meines vaters eingedrungen sind. wir haben sie ausgesondert und im hof zertreten.
allen mit waders das genick gebrochen.
gruss tamara
heute hat meine freundin ute zusammen mir tauben zertreten. die viecher waren wildtauben die in den taubenschlag meines vaters eingedrungen sind. wir haben sie ausgesondert und im hof zertreten.
allen mit waders das genick gebrochen.
gruss tamara
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 6th Mar 2005
I was enjoying this thread about crusing things with riding boots. That's to all the women to have shared their interest in this. I will need to go a translate the German posts, but I'm sure they are good.
Below is a short story about a real experience I had about 10 years ago. I would enjoy it immensly if Annette, Carmen, Rebecca, Tamara, Lynne, or Jasmine would tell me if they liked it.... ;-)
I used to go running at a university campus. It was a nice place to
run, a mix of pavement, trail, and some woodlands. The views were
nice as well. The university had vet and ag programs so there was a
barn and entensive equestrain trails. I liked to run some of the
trails. Besided their being broad and ranging through woods, I would
occationally come upon some equestrians, almost exclusively female.
I had just such a meeting one very hot autumn day. I heard hoofbeats
approaching from behind. I stepped aside and yielded to their
horses. It was two girls who looked like they were probably
students. I give them my best sweaty smile and said "hi", but their
responce was cool and aloof. They passed me at a walk with a crisp
hello. One past me they kicked up to a canter for a about dozen
paces, then trotted away up the trail. Both girls were very pretty,
with an accustomed-to-privilage confidence. They were wearing a sort
of johdpur-tights, one in grey, and other brown, and beat up old
running shoes, Reeboks or something like that. The horses were big
and well conformed and they were sitting some sort of hunter jumper
saddle. Both seemed to be skilled riders. And to add to that: both
had cute athletic butts that were further flattered by the tights. I
innocently choose to jog on in their wake, watching them posting
along side by side. But too soon they glanced back, and seening
this, they kicked up to a canter again and were soon out of sight.
Their hoofprints are very evident in the dust and I decide to
follow, maybe pass them on the way back. Soon I happen to notice a
smushed grass hopper in the path. I big September one. He is still
alive and kicking. It must have been the girl's horses. My interest
is piqued and I am watching the trail more closely as I run. There
are a lots of grasshoppers about, almost constantly flying out of my
path, some running into me even or lighting on me. Soon I find
another. This one is definately squashed right in the bottom of a
fresh hoofprint, deader than the preverbial doornail. The ground is
dry and dusty and the horsehoe and some imprint from the frog are
clearly visible. As I run along I find more and more. There is
actually a crushed hopper every 50 to 100 feet. Some are alive, only
their abdomen squashed in the neat arc or a horseshoe. I stop to
look at them until there are just too many. I love the thought of
those cool and aloof girls riding along at a trot in those snug
fitting johpur-tights, never knowing or caring that literally dozens
of fat fall grasshoppers are being crushed under their mounts'steel
shod hooves.
Below is a short story about a real experience I had about 10 years ago. I would enjoy it immensly if Annette, Carmen, Rebecca, Tamara, Lynne, or Jasmine would tell me if they liked it.... ;-)
I used to go running at a university campus. It was a nice place to
run, a mix of pavement, trail, and some woodlands. The views were
nice as well. The university had vet and ag programs so there was a
barn and entensive equestrain trails. I liked to run some of the
trails. Besided their being broad and ranging through woods, I would
occationally come upon some equestrians, almost exclusively female.
I had just such a meeting one very hot autumn day. I heard hoofbeats
approaching from behind. I stepped aside and yielded to their
horses. It was two girls who looked like they were probably
students. I give them my best sweaty smile and said "hi", but their
responce was cool and aloof. They passed me at a walk with a crisp
hello. One past me they kicked up to a canter for a about dozen
paces, then trotted away up the trail. Both girls were very pretty,
with an accustomed-to-privilage confidence. They were wearing a sort
of johdpur-tights, one in grey, and other brown, and beat up old
running shoes, Reeboks or something like that. The horses were big
and well conformed and they were sitting some sort of hunter jumper
saddle. Both seemed to be skilled riders. And to add to that: both
had cute athletic butts that were further flattered by the tights. I
innocently choose to jog on in their wake, watching them posting
along side by side. But too soon they glanced back, and seening
this, they kicked up to a canter again and were soon out of sight.
Their hoofprints are very evident in the dust and I decide to
follow, maybe pass them on the way back. Soon I happen to notice a
smushed grass hopper in the path. I big September one. He is still
alive and kicking. It must have been the girl's horses. My interest
is piqued and I am watching the trail more closely as I run. There
are a lots of grasshoppers about, almost constantly flying out of my
path, some running into me even or lighting on me. Soon I find
another. This one is definately squashed right in the bottom of a
fresh hoofprint, deader than the preverbial doornail. The ground is
dry and dusty and the horsehoe and some imprint from the frog are
clearly visible. As I run along I find more and more. There is
actually a crushed hopper every 50 to 100 feet. Some are alive, only
their abdomen squashed in the neat arc or a horseshoe. I stop to
look at them until there are just too many. I love the thought of
those cool and aloof girls riding along at a trot in those snug
fitting johpur-tights, never knowing or caring that literally dozens
of fat fall grasshoppers are being crushed under their mounts'steel
shod hooves.
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 9th Mar 2005
That story reminded me of something that happened a few years ago. I was riding a horse along a country road, quite early in the morning and after a lot of rain. After a while i noticed something black in the road ahead, and as i got closer I realised it was the largest black slug i had ever seen. i aimed my horse at the slug and kicked him on. To my delight one of the horse's back hooves got the slug dead centre, splitting it right open! I dismounted and finished the slug off with my boots, until it was just a huge slimey mess on the wet road.
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 9th Mar 2005
Marc,
Thanks for the post. Interesting use of horsepower. Using horses to trample bugs is proably an example of overkill. It reminds me of a cliche that I can't really remember, about using a shotgun to kill a fly or something. ;-)
Below is an old usenet posting from rec.equestrian along these lines.
Hellbentforleatherr
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Subject: Horses, Chickens and Ducks
From: [email protected] (Sue Wong)
Date: 1995/05/26
Message-ID: <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: rec.equestrian
I origionally posted this story to 2 places and I can't remember if this
is the exact version I put on rec.eq before when we were talking about
the strangest thing you ever dug out of your horse's foot. Anyway, back
by popular demand, is the Buck and the Duck story...
When I was in Grad School at Va. Tech. (Which is in Blacksburg, Va. at
the top of the Blueridge Mountains), I used to keep my horse, Buck, at
this ranch outside of town. There was a 20 acre pasture with a pond in
it that he shared with a few other horses. All the horses drank out of
the pond and on hot days they liked to stand or roll in it. Buck loved
this pond, he would run into it as far as he could and swim in the parts
over his head. Everyone commented how they had never seen a horse who
loved water as much as he did.
One day the lady that owned the place decided she needed ducks in this
pond. She got a few girl ducks and a boy duck in hopes they would nest.
The next spring, they did and we had these cute little yellow fuzz balls
following their mother around in this pond. There were 7 little ducks
so we called them Snow White and the 7 ducks.
One day I got down to the barn and everyone was walking around by the
pond calling "here duckie, here duckie, duckie" (which sounded
really stupid), so I walked down there and found out that there were
only 6 little ducks, and no one could find the seventh. We looked for a
while and decided a snapping turtle got it. So, I went and caught Buck
and brushed him in preperation for a ride. While I was getting ready,
everyone else came in and they were talking about how bummed out they
were about this duck and how we should get someone to come out and trap and shoot the snapping turtle.
Just at they were talking about shooting the turtle who had killed this
duck, I picked up Buck's left front foot to clean it, and here, squished
into a tiny yellow ball is this smashed duck, wedged into Buck's foot,
totally hidden by his shoe. You would never see it unless you picked up
his foot and looked in the bottom. I immediately dropped his foot, then
wished I hadn't since I did not want the duck to fall out in front of
everybody. I did not want Buck to be shot. He was an agressive horse
and had chased one horse through a barbed wire fence and another over a
wooden oxer and into the woods, so no one liked us much anyway. I
finished saddling, and refusing offers to wait a minute and have a few
other people ride with me, I rode out (gingerly) and left them
speculating about what had happened to the duck.
I rode up on this rocky hillside trail and kicked the duck over the
side. As far as I know, no one ever found out about who snuffed the
duck. I really don't think he did it on purpose, although I did find a
smashed frog in his foot one other time...
Sue and the Buckskins (one of whom did sorta run over a toad once)
Southlake, Tx
Thanks for the post. Interesting use of horsepower. Using horses to trample bugs is proably an example of overkill. It reminds me of a cliche that I can't really remember, about using a shotgun to kill a fly or something. ;-)
Below is an old usenet posting from rec.equestrian along these lines.
Hellbentforleatherr
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Subject: Horses, Chickens and Ducks
From: [email protected] (Sue Wong)
Date: 1995/05/26
Message-ID: <[email protected]>
Newsgroups: rec.equestrian
I origionally posted this story to 2 places and I can't remember if this
is the exact version I put on rec.eq before when we were talking about
the strangest thing you ever dug out of your horse's foot. Anyway, back
by popular demand, is the Buck and the Duck story...
When I was in Grad School at Va. Tech. (Which is in Blacksburg, Va. at
the top of the Blueridge Mountains), I used to keep my horse, Buck, at
this ranch outside of town. There was a 20 acre pasture with a pond in
it that he shared with a few other horses. All the horses drank out of
the pond and on hot days they liked to stand or roll in it. Buck loved
this pond, he would run into it as far as he could and swim in the parts
over his head. Everyone commented how they had never seen a horse who
loved water as much as he did.
One day the lady that owned the place decided she needed ducks in this
pond. She got a few girl ducks and a boy duck in hopes they would nest.
The next spring, they did and we had these cute little yellow fuzz balls
following their mother around in this pond. There were 7 little ducks
so we called them Snow White and the 7 ducks.
One day I got down to the barn and everyone was walking around by the
pond calling "here duckie, here duckie, duckie" (which sounded
really stupid), so I walked down there and found out that there were
only 6 little ducks, and no one could find the seventh. We looked for a
while and decided a snapping turtle got it. So, I went and caught Buck
and brushed him in preperation for a ride. While I was getting ready,
everyone else came in and they were talking about how bummed out they
were about this duck and how we should get someone to come out and trap and shoot the snapping turtle.
Just at they were talking about shooting the turtle who had killed this
duck, I picked up Buck's left front foot to clean it, and here, squished
into a tiny yellow ball is this smashed duck, wedged into Buck's foot,
totally hidden by his shoe. You would never see it unless you picked up
his foot and looked in the bottom. I immediately dropped his foot, then
wished I hadn't since I did not want the duck to fall out in front of
everybody. I did not want Buck to be shot. He was an agressive horse
and had chased one horse through a barbed wire fence and another over a
wooden oxer and into the woods, so no one liked us much anyway. I
finished saddling, and refusing offers to wait a minute and have a few
other people ride with me, I rode out (gingerly) and left them
speculating about what had happened to the duck.
I rode up on this rocky hillside trail and kicked the duck over the
side. As far as I know, no one ever found out about who snuffed the
duck. I really don't think he did it on purpose, although I did find a
smashed frog in his foot one other time...
Sue and the Buckskins (one of whom did sorta run over a toad once)
Southlake, Tx
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 9th Mar 2005
hell things happen i send to some one the dog or cat furome some sent come did and thay hand a aemoeshnell i just dont go out of to kill enny thig bunt on the flepe sighed if i hand to ied thick nuthing of it ives hurde of a hores stepping on a cat and coruppilling it and a gulls ellbowe getting step on
fingers crushed,riding boots
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Date: 22nd Mar 2005
I like that a woman crushes my fingers with of boots of equitation .
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 23rd Mar 2005
Tonight we had a big thunder storm and went into the garden to watch. I put on my rubber ridung boots as it was so wet. After a while my boyfriend spotted a big frog hopping near us and he got very excited and asked me if i would step on it and crush it with my boots. It tried to hop away, but i stepped on one of it's legs and then with my other boot I stepped on its body and squashed it slowly. I twisted my foot on it until it was dead.
After this we went inside and had great sex.
After this we went inside and had great sex.
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 25th Mar 2005
What kind of rubber boots do you have? Are they Hunters or some other wellies? Do you kill mice and frogs with your heels, or something else way? Tell some twistinsession please.
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 25th Mar 2005
thay dont coll her curushes kill destroy for nuthing
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 29th Mar 2005
ich komme aus deutschland und spreche sehr wenig englisch, sorrry!
but I hope you understand me.
last week my girl friend and i killed some wild rabbits and big frogs.
we walk with our red rubber-boots in the garden.
We have some six life-Fallen for wild rabbits in there.
They was full with this animals. We take it out, to bring the rabbits into the
garage, and we step on the leg,s. Me girl friend press her Boots on the head. slowly she break the head of the rabbit.
the some we do with the frogs.
After the job, we had a lot of fun. we play a sexual game for girls.
but I hope you understand me.
last week my girl friend and i killed some wild rabbits and big frogs.
we walk with our red rubber-boots in the garden.
We have some six life-Fallen for wild rabbits in there.
They was full with this animals. We take it out, to bring the rabbits into the
garage, and we step on the leg,s. Me girl friend press her Boots on the head. slowly she break the head of the rabbit.
the some we do with the frogs.
After the job, we had a lot of fun. we play a sexual game for girls.
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 29th Mar 2005
Hallo
ich bin die freundin von maren und komme gerade vom Schlachthof. Ich bin
MetzgerIn von Beruf.Mir macht dieser Job spass. Welchem girl noch?
Zum Ausladen vom Schlachtvieh trage ich meistens reitgummistiefel.
Zum schlachten weisse gummistiefel mit Stahlkappen und gummisch?rze.
Gr?sse sonja
ich bin die freundin von maren und komme gerade vom Schlachthof. Ich bin
MetzgerIn von Beruf.Mir macht dieser Job spass. Welchem girl noch?
Zum Ausladen vom Schlachtvieh trage ich meistens reitgummistiefel.
Zum schlachten weisse gummistiefel mit Stahlkappen und gummisch?rze.
Gr?sse sonja
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 29th Mar 2005
Hallo friends,
at the weekend, i was by me hors on the riding-place. at th earth i have seen a bird. they was ill. I spring of the body of this animal with my green rubberboots, the bopns are broken and the bird was dead.
greeting Franziska
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 29th Mar 2005
check off a nuther one for curushe kill destroy dont tell the vbleeding hort anitmellovers
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 31st Mar 2005
Hi Maren,
liest sich ja gut aber k?nntest Du das auch f?r einen Doofen ins Deutsche ?bersetzen? Gern auch per Mail. -Danke
Greetings
liest sich ja gut aber k?nntest Du das auch f?r einen Doofen ins Deutsche ?bersetzen? Gern auch per Mail. -Danke
Greetings
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 3rd Apr 2005
Hello hellbentforleather,
I have seen the bird near my horse box.
bevor you can start with the riding hour, you must work by the horse.
so i have seen the bird.
I have seen the bird near my horse box.
bevor you can start with the riding hour, you must work by the horse.
so i have seen the bird.
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 4th Apr 2005
I have long rubber riding boots (Aigles) and a pair of dark blue hunter wellies. I have killed mice, frogs and snails with both. If i walk my dog early and it is wet there are dozens of snails on the path and I step on as many as I can as I walk along. I did this today with my hunters, but mostly I wear my riding boots to kill snails
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 4th Apr 2005
good thing thaire rubber curushe kill desturoy
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 4th Apr 2005
Do you grind these snails and frogs and mice under your rubber boots, or only step and kill them?
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 5th Apr 2005
hallo Lynn,
My parents are farmer in Germany and I help by the daily work, with my sister. We love leatherjeans and rubberboots. I am 30 jears old and my sister is 26. When we walk with our five dogs, then see we a lot of
snail, frogs, and other animals. We step on this with our rubberboots or ridingboots.
Greetings
Alex
My parents are farmer in Germany and I help by the daily work, with my sister. We love leatherjeans and rubberboots. I am 30 jears old and my sister is 26. When we walk with our five dogs, then see we a lot of
snail, frogs, and other animals. We step on this with our rubberboots or ridingboots.
Greetings
Alex
Re: Bugcrush in Rindingboots
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Date: 18th Apr 2005
Dear Anette, Carmen, Lynn, Jasmin, Rebecca, Ute, Tamara, Maren, Sonja, Franziska
Liebe Anette, Carmen, Lynn, Jasmin, Rebecca, Ute, Tamara, Maren, Sonja, Franziska
I was absolutely pleased to find so many ladies in this forum who like to step on animals with their boots (would you enjoy to step on a person, too?). Actually there is so few stuff and pictures on this topic out there on the web. All of you seem to be real enthusiastic girls who enjoy being dressed in riding boots and rubberboots.
Ich war echt erstaunt, so viele junge Damen in diesem Forum zu entdecken, denen es Spass bereitet, in ihren Stiefeln auf Tieren (und vielleicht auch auf Menschen?) herumzutreten. Es gibt leider nur sehr wenig richtig gute Seiten und Bilder im Internet zu dem Thema. Ihr scheint alle junge Damen zu sein, denen es unheimlichen Spass macht, mit Reitstiefeln und/oder Gummistiefeln herumzulaufen.
Have you ever thought of making some really exciting pictures of your boots, walking in the mud, cleaning horseboxes or trample and crush things, animals, fruit, bodyparts, ...
I would like to shoot some extraordinary foto series just the way, you like to present you and your boots. I promise you lot of fun during the session.
Also could set up a suitable webpage for you.
I have no financial interest, it's only for the pleasure of watching you and your boots walking, running, jumping, crushing and trampling. Also would offer to clean your boots after the foto session.
Habt Ihr jemals daran gedacht, eine Reihe von superscharfen, wilden und aufregenden Fotos von Euren Stiefeln machen zu lassen, wie sie durch dem Lehm stapfen, beim Ausmisten einer Pferdebox oder w?hrend Ihr auf Gegenst?nden, Obst, Tieren oder K?rperteilen mit Euren verdreckten Stiefeln herumsteigt. Mir w?rde es unheimlichen Spass machen, ein paar Fotoserien von Euch aufzunehmen. Ich glaube, so eine Fotosession w?rde uns einen Heidenspass machen. Ich kann auch eine entsprechende Website f?r Euch zu dem Thema anlegen und verwalten.
Ich habe dabei keinerlei finanzielle Interessen, es w?rde mir das eindach sehr viel Spass machen, Euch und Euren Stiefeln beim Herumtrampeln und beim "zertreten" aller m?glicher Dinge zuzusehen und dabei Fotos zu machen. Wenn Ihr es m?gt w?rde ich noch anbieten, nach oder w?hrend der Session Eure Stiefel ganz gr?ndlich sauber zu machen.
I would be pleased to hear from you soon. Please send me an answer to my e-mail account ([email protected]). Lots of thanks for your nice comments in this exciting forum.
Ich w?rde mich ?ber eine kleine Antwort jeglicher Art an meine e-mail Adresse ([email protected]) freuen. Euch allen vielen Dank f?r die vielen aufregenden Eintr?ge in diesem Forum
Yours/Euer
S?ren
Liebe Anette, Carmen, Lynn, Jasmin, Rebecca, Ute, Tamara, Maren, Sonja, Franziska
I was absolutely pleased to find so many ladies in this forum who like to step on animals with their boots (would you enjoy to step on a person, too?). Actually there is so few stuff and pictures on this topic out there on the web. All of you seem to be real enthusiastic girls who enjoy being dressed in riding boots and rubberboots.
Ich war echt erstaunt, so viele junge Damen in diesem Forum zu entdecken, denen es Spass bereitet, in ihren Stiefeln auf Tieren (und vielleicht auch auf Menschen?) herumzutreten. Es gibt leider nur sehr wenig richtig gute Seiten und Bilder im Internet zu dem Thema. Ihr scheint alle junge Damen zu sein, denen es unheimlichen Spass macht, mit Reitstiefeln und/oder Gummistiefeln herumzulaufen.
Have you ever thought of making some really exciting pictures of your boots, walking in the mud, cleaning horseboxes or trample and crush things, animals, fruit, bodyparts, ...
I would like to shoot some extraordinary foto series just the way, you like to present you and your boots. I promise you lot of fun during the session.
Also could set up a suitable webpage for you.
I have no financial interest, it's only for the pleasure of watching you and your boots walking, running, jumping, crushing and trampling. Also would offer to clean your boots after the foto session.
Habt Ihr jemals daran gedacht, eine Reihe von superscharfen, wilden und aufregenden Fotos von Euren Stiefeln machen zu lassen, wie sie durch dem Lehm stapfen, beim Ausmisten einer Pferdebox oder w?hrend Ihr auf Gegenst?nden, Obst, Tieren oder K?rperteilen mit Euren verdreckten Stiefeln herumsteigt. Mir w?rde es unheimlichen Spass machen, ein paar Fotoserien von Euch aufzunehmen. Ich glaube, so eine Fotosession w?rde uns einen Heidenspass machen. Ich kann auch eine entsprechende Website f?r Euch zu dem Thema anlegen und verwalten.
Ich habe dabei keinerlei finanzielle Interessen, es w?rde mir das eindach sehr viel Spass machen, Euch und Euren Stiefeln beim Herumtrampeln und beim "zertreten" aller m?glicher Dinge zuzusehen und dabei Fotos zu machen. Wenn Ihr es m?gt w?rde ich noch anbieten, nach oder w?hrend der Session Eure Stiefel ganz gr?ndlich sauber zu machen.
I would be pleased to hear from you soon. Please send me an answer to my e-mail account ([email protected]). Lots of thanks for your nice comments in this exciting forum.
Ich w?rde mich ?ber eine kleine Antwort jeglicher Art an meine e-mail Adresse ([email protected]) freuen. Euch allen vielen Dank f?r die vielen aufregenden Eintr?ge in diesem Forum
Yours/Euer
S?ren
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