Ultimate shoulder rides

hey.. its like.. wht exactly was mine..
from the infant age,, i was liking shoulder riding..and being a horse.. some-way or the other.. to be under a girls weight..

i remember. when i was 4 years. a neighbour-hood old girl used to come at our house. she was 18.. and she gives me horsy rides on her back.. and after taking my rides.. i desperately request her. .to sit on my back ..and ride me. which she sits always. .but i was always crushed to the floor..

than.. after some time.. i started giving ride to my older sis..and i was always looking after ways.. that how could any of aunts of neighbourhood can sit on me. or i can carry them..

i remember.. one time. my parents were not at home. and i am a single child..
the lady adjacent to our house.. was very strong and good looking.. and form starting.. i wanted to be her horse..and wanted to carry her on my shoulders....
that day. i was just thinking out some ways.. that how cud i call tht lady. so tht she can sit on my shoulders..or back.. as my parents were not at home..

i was small in height as compare to her.
wht i did was. i throw the keys of the car at the top of the almirah.. where my hands cannot reach..
than i went to her home.. and called my aunt.. that if she can bring back the keys.. as she was taller. than me..
but i have thrown at such a height..tht even her hands cannot reach... and than i can offer.. to carry her. in my arms. or on my shoulders..

she came.. looked at me. obv. her hands were not reaching there. but i was not able to express my feelings.. she went. and found some stick.. and bring down the keys.. for me.. and gone.. i was like.. crying.. as nothing happened..

some.. months.. after. i was at that ladies home.. her daughter. was than 5 yrs. younger to me. i was about 14 - 15. .and her daughter was 9 - 10 i thnk..

we were playing something. and i just.. bend over to pick something. where in her daughter.came. .and sat on my back.. and requested me to give her a horsy ride..
it was like.. feeling so good.. when something.u try for everytime.. and it suddenly happend..
i carried her. all around in the home.. and taken her. in the kitchen. where my aunt was preparing food.for us,
she saw all tht.. but said nothing. and was laughing. and was saying.. to her daughter.. that ride me hard..
than i thought.. that may be my aunt.. loved this.. .but than also nothing happend.

this thing continued for sometime. and her.. daughter.. riding me was more common.. even in front of many.. she came.. sit on my lap. .on my back..

than an evening came.. we all kids were playing. .near to our home..
my aunt was standing near to all of us.
than suddenly one kid said.. let us see . who is the strongest boy of all..
i was elder among all.. and i decided..that the kid.. who will become horse.and carry a girl to the max..will win..
all agreed. and than small girls were sitting on the back of kids. and they started there.. hanky panky rides..

i nervously came before my aunty.. and kneel down on my all 4s.. as it was very normal for me.. like i was not persuading her.. to ride me.
i slowly asked. if she can ride me..
she said no.. and started walking.
i stood up.
than.. she came to me.. holded my hand. and taken me to her home..
after enterng room.. she said. u really want to be my horse.
to which i bowed my head..
she said ok.. but if only.. i can carry her.
i bent on all my 4s.. she slowly sat on my back.. and laughed.
after a while.. she was sitting full weight.. and after 2 min.. i was like. god.. wht  to do with her weight.. .
my ankles were paining..
i was like in hell.
she noticed it..and than she took to me to bed..i became horse again.. and than she sat on my back .. for sometime.

this was how it was first started with my aunt..

than there are many.. where in she after some months. ridden me on my shoulders.for cleaning her house.. and some more..

i now thnk. how lucky i was..

if u wanna hear more. i can tell.. as it is truly a real story..nothing at all fictional.

Am6 wrote:

This question may have been asked before
How did you first become interested in riding or carrying and at what age, I think that I have always had the urge to carry even from a very young age maybe at  4 or 5 years,  certainly long before puberty so the desires were not always sexual. I remember as a infant wanting my baby sitter to sit on me.
As a child,trips to the circus were not about clowns or lions and tigers, for me they were all about women riding horses elephants and especially
on the shoulders of other performers. So what makes us the way we are, do we develop a fetish (if thats what it is) at birth.
I would love to hear your theories on this

I have thought abouth this question couple of times and personally I believe that the interest in shoulder rides or giving others rides and feeling the weight of a girl on us is something we are born with. Well, not everyone of course but I am talking about people like us and there are of course a lot more than only us in this community. I think most of the people have this interest. It's just the intensity that varies. Some people like it a bit, some like it more than a bit and some "need" it as the air to breath, e.g. trigger (thanks for the story!). I know I was always fascinated when I saw a girl on top (whatever way) and in puberty the interests get stronger naturally. It is just exciting to see a nice girl / lady sitting proudly and happily on top of someone elses shoulders. And since there is not only an erotic aspect about it but thanks goodness also a clear fun aspect it is quite easy to get experiences in this activity, whether alone or in public. And of course there are not only many who like to lift but also many who like to ride. As we know this sentence is valid for both sexes. And that's why we can feel happy because we are interested in a harmless everyday activity so to speak and for that reason I got over 40 girls on shoulders I never met before in my life, may it be on parades, concerts or other events.
So according to my observance this is in us already but it develops during our life, for some earlier, for some later, for some stronger as for others. Some might like it all their lifes, others skip it after they had fun with it for a while in their youth.
It would be cool to "see" which girls have a real riding attitude by just looking at them. It would be really helpful e.g. when we go on concerts but if you are experienced you will see at least some indications sometimes.

hello there.
i have updated my essentials in the profile col..
it will be very kind of you to give me bonus membership..to which  i promise. that i will be an active member to the grp.and nevr let the grp down..

Nick wrote:

Very nice stories.

I have always (since early childhood) liked the idea of a woman/girl on top. But I think it was during my early teenage period that it became more like a fetish to me as I started to appreciate the sensual look of the female body.

Trigger: please add your age in your profile and I will give you bonus membership.
Am6: same here, please add your age in your profile.

Do you have any female friends who enojoy shoulder ride too? what was the reaction of your friends?

The first time I can remember being interested in lift and carry and shoulder riding was when I was about 8 years old on a holiday to Spain with my parents. We went to a show where we had a table right beside the stage. As well as flamenco dancers and musicians there was an acrobatic act with 2 girls and a boy in their late teens. One of the girls was the base and lifted the other two for all the pyramids. I felt strangely excited watching this and wondered why the boy wasn't doing the lifting. Some of the routines involved the boy sitting on the shoulders of the girl base and then him supporting the other girl in a balance. The base girl was very pretty and I felt a strong desire to sit on her shoulders like the boy.

My first personal experience was several years later when I was about 14 and again on holiday with my parents and other family members, including my female cousin. She is about the same age as me but was a bit taller and heavier than me at that time. She was very attractive and we liked each other a lot. The first day we went into the hotel pool there were other girls and boys having shoulder rides and chicken fights. My cousin asked to sit on my shoulders and when she did it felt really good with her wet and bare thighs around my neck and shoulders. After a while we swapped places and I had a wonderful feeling running through me whilst I was on her shoulders. I was also embarrassed that she might feel my aroused member against her neck, but if she did she didn't mention it. For the entire holiday any time she suggested going to the pool I jumped at the chance and I still have great memories of the times we spent on each others shoulders. On one occasion in particular we got involved in chicken fights with other boys and girls. We had a long unbeaten run with me on top and I was on her shoulders for a really long time. Wonderful memories.

Am6 asks; "How did you first become interested in riding or carrying and at what age?"

The desire to be sat-on/ or to be ridden;, my first memories of this desire;
My first desire,  age 5,  in school, my teacher was reading a story for us, we were all sitting on the floor,  the teacher was sitting on a small kid's chair right in front of me   i was looking down at how the chair legs were pressing deep into the carpet under her weight, i sO wished i was that chair. Also; in the same year, in a story-book-reading's picture, i remember being jelous of the hatchlings being sat-on by the mother hen. These feelings perhaps were linked to my seperation from my natural parents at only 20 months of age!? To be sat on is to be held/ owned/ controlled, all of these things are fulfilled while being sat on!, do you think-so/ understand?
Am6     mentions  The Circus   ; I remember also at a very young age, seeing a 'strongman's  family of acrobats coming into the arena, the wife was standing cetre over his shoulders, and the son and daughter standing either side, out on the 'wings'. My reaction was "why cant they walk out themselves!!??" Years later i could recognise this reaction as jelousy! I wanted to be in his position, but at the time didnt process this feeling.
Am6   also  mentions; "as a infant wanting my baby sitter to sit on me" ( there is a great cartoon pic ; google image-search "just baby sitting") Yes, i shared that thought too!
    Shoulder riding is only one circumstance of being sat-on,  shoulder riding is the most likely circumstance in straight adult life that accomodates being sat- on. Also being a stool to be sat-on creates the same feeling for me, also; even indirect an act as pedaling a bicycle carrying a female passenger, she sitting on a passenger seat.!

I wished the internet existed earlier in my life, as sharing these things really helps us develop possibilites in these fetishes.

Alice wrote:

I love shoulder ride from the age 18 I think, before it I loved other things like Piggi back and ride on 4 legs, I loved to ride on a horse and animals too.
I don’t know how I arrived to this fetish but it is not from my birth.
I think that I’ve seen many shoulder rides on beach and other occasion during my youth, and slowly I began to like it, and to find it fun and sexy.

ok hot jewis sexy baby i wil take you by the beach on my sholder

i would love to know more detail about your experiences with your aunt .   also tell us what was the age of your aunt when u lifted her.  in how many ways have u lifted her & for how long .  does she tells you to put her down or its upto you to carry her for as long as you like .  does she resist or does she enjoy it or she doesn't bother much?  has she ever lifted you & if yes, then in how many ways & for how long?   what type of dress does she wear when you lift her or if she has ever lifted you?  does she also asks you to lift her ?   do you lift her in private or any place ?  have you lifted her in front of other people also ?  has she ever sat in your lap ?   and apart from replying to these questions,  you can yourself add further details also . .    i liked your experience.  it was cool & i would love to hear more from you .   hope you would reply today as i can't wait much longer to hear from you !

trigger wrote:

hey.. its like.. wht exactly was mine..
from the infant age,, i was liking shoulder riding..and being a horse.. some-way or the other.. to be under a girls weight..

i remember. when i was 4 years. a neighbour-hood old girl used to come at our house. she was 18.. and she gives me horsy rides on her back.. and after taking my rides.. i desperately request her. .to sit on my back ..and ride me. which she sits always. .but i was always crushed to the floor..

than.. after some time.. i started giving ride to my older sis..and i was always looking after ways.. that how could any of aunts of neighbourhood can sit on me. or i can carry them..

i remember.. one time. my parents were not at home. and i am a single child..
the lady adjacent to our house.. was very strong and good looking.. and form starting.. i wanted to be her horse..and wanted to carry her on my shoulders....
that day. i was just thinking out some ways.. that how cud i call tht lady. so tht she can sit on my shoulders..or back.. as my parents were not at home..

i was small in height as compare to her.
wht i did was. i throw the keys of the car at the top of the almirah.. where my hands cannot reach..
than i went to her home.. and called my aunt.. that if she can bring back the keys.. as she was taller. than me..
but i have thrown at such a height..tht even her hands cannot reach... and than i can offer.. to carry her. in my arms. or on my shoulders..

she came.. looked at me. obv. her hands were not reaching there. but i was not able to express my feelings.. she went. and found some stick.. and bring down the keys.. for me.. and gone.. i was like.. crying.. as nothing happened..

some.. months.. after. i was at that ladies home.. her daughter. was than 5 yrs. younger to me. i was about 14 - 15. .and her daughter was 9 - 10 i thnk..

we were playing something. and i just.. bend over to pick something. where in her daughter.came. .and sat on my back.. and requested me to give her a horsy ride..
it was like.. feeling so good.. when something.u try for everytime.. and it suddenly happend..
i carried her. all around in the home.. and taken her. in the kitchen. where my aunt was preparing food.for us,
she saw all tht.. but said nothing. and was laughing. and was saying.. to her daughter.. that ride me hard..
than i thought.. that may be my aunt.. loved this.. .but than also nothing happend.

this thing continued for sometime. and her.. daughter.. riding me was more common.. even in front of many.. she came.. sit on my lap. .on my back..

than an evening came.. we all kids were playing. .near to our home..
my aunt was standing near to all of us.
than suddenly one kid said.. let us see . who is the strongest boy of all..
i was elder among all.. and i decided..that the kid.. who will become horse.and carry a girl to the max..will win..
all agreed. and than small girls were sitting on the back of kids. and they started there.. hanky panky rides..

i nervously came before my aunty.. and kneel down on my all 4s.. as it was very normal for me.. like i was not persuading her.. to ride me.
i slowly asked. if she can ride me..
she said no.. and started walking.
i stood up.
than.. she came to me.. holded my hand. and taken me to her home..
after enterng room.. she said. u really want to be my horse.
to which i bowed my head..
she said ok.. but if only.. i can carry her.
i bent on all my 4s.. she slowly sat on my back.. and laughed.
after a while.. she was sitting full weight.. and after 2 min.. i was like. god.. wht  to do with her weight.. .
my ankles were paining..
i was like in hell.
she noticed it..and than she took to me to bed..i became horse again.. and than she sat on my back .. for sometime.

this was how it was first started with my aunt..

than there are many.. where in she after some months. ridden me on my shoulders.for cleaning her house.. and some more..

i now thnk. how lucky i was..

if u wanna hear more. i can tell.. as it is truly a real story..nothing at all fictional.

Am6 wrote:

This question may have been asked before
How did you first become interested in riding or carrying and at what age, I think that I have always had the urge to carry even from a very young age maybe at  4 or 5 years,  certainly long before puberty so the desires were not always sexual. I remember as a infant wanting my baby sitter to sit on me.
As a child,trips to the circus were not about clowns or lions and tigers, for me they were all about women riding horses elephants and especially
on the shoulders of other performers. So what makes us the way we are, do we develop a fetish (if thats what it is) at birth.
I would love to hear your theories on this

thnx for the reply trigger . . !   
  nice experiences man . .
    you have mentioned that she wore suit . . .   what is suit?   is it saree?
and what was she wearing when she sat on your lap twice?
and what was your age when she sat on your lap?  what was roughly her weight than?  what is her height and what was your height, weight and age then?
  have you ever front lifted her or cradle carried her?  what was her weight then?
when did u last lifted her and in what way did you lift her . . ?
did she ever lifted you also? if so then in what way and for how long? and what did she wore then?
i shall be waiting for a reply frnd !

trigger wrote:

Hi Lifterr...

this has happened to me...many yrs back..and with my aunt only..who is still my neighbour..she is 45 now.

as i told u...i was kid than..in school actually....and i loved to be ridden by girls in all4s...shoulder riding..i had not tried till than..

it actually happened...when her daughter was riding me...and we were playing..a stupid game..of showing strength.

i was having an idea...that she liked to ride..or sit on some-one...
but that day i was so lucky..to be her horse...

after that....

As my aunt is residing just adjacent to my house, and my mom,,,and my aunt are good frds..
but my mother never allowed me...to be alone with my aunt's daughter. as she thnks that we do something wrong....
so actually it was very diff. to be alone with my aunt and her daughter, residing too near is also a problem sometimes..

but i was now sure, that my aunt loves it...
several exp happened in diff. times....

1- i remember..it was also many yrs back.. it was sunday...my father was not at home...and there was a function at our nearby building...so we all were watching that from my house.........me, my mom...aunt..her son and daughter...
i was trying to stand to close to my aunt...so that i can touch her ...while all were moving...
than...my mom, went to the terrace of our building for some work, and all kids also went away...my aunt was also gone..
i was lying on my bed....and my aunt again came, to see the function...we both were hesitant, to ask directly for a ride...as couple of months had passed, and nothing happened...and we  both must have thought, it was for fun...
so i was lying on bed....my aunt came to me..and switched on the tv,,,and than she sat on the sofa...i was like...how to ask her to sit on me...i was nervous to ask her directly..i was young...in-exp..and worried, wht if she told my mom..

so i asked..my aunt...to plz sit on the bed....to which she said...how come she can sit..as i was lying on bed....than i told her...consider me as a bed only...for you..as i m lying there.
she got the hint....and started laughing...
she came closer...and asked confirmation...for sure i can sit...i said...go on..
she than very slowly..sat on my hips..she sat there for 1 or 2 min....and than she went away...

2- it was summer holidays..and we have nothing to do in school...i was in my aunt's house only....she was in the balcony...that is the outside of the house...
she was standing...with one foot on the wall...which was small...and one foot on the ground...
not we have done some riding. so i was in look out of the ways... to get her on me..

she was talking to some lady, while standing in that position, they were talking from quite long..
i slowly moved to aunts legs...and placed myself on my all 4s..and bend..thn i said her...that whenever she feels tired..of standing..she can sit on me...i m her chair...
she was very delighted..she said thanks to me..after a min..she sat on my back for a minute or so...

3- my aunt loves lapsitting the most...which i got to know,,,,sometime later..
i was in her house..and there was a very small kid also..ard. 8 yrs old.
that kid was gng, my aunt holded his hands..and said to kid....i will first give u some love...than u go...
she placed the kid. on her lap..and kissed him few times..
i was seeing this from another room.
after the kid was gone, i went to my aunt...and said...i want to give u some love..like u were giving to the kid...
she said to me. for that she has to sit on my lap..to which i agreed...obv..
she said..she is heavy..and will crush my legs...i told her not to worry..and kindly sit..
she sat on my lap...and i was totally covered under her...she was looking so big...she remained there till there was someone on the door.

4- there was a little shoulder riding exp...again in the summer holidays time...
i was in my aunt house...and she was cleaning the house.....
she was cleaning the fans..and curtains..she was standing on a table...
i went there, and holded the table, so that she doesn't fell off..she thanked me..
every time...she has to got down to pick something..or to move...
i was keeping my hand evry time..near to her feets, so that she can step on my hands ...which happened many times..dont know..she was knowing it or not...
after a few cleanings...she was tired...of moving....i told her.if i can pick her on shoulder ..will it be easy...
she said it will be easy...but she doesn't thinks..i can do it..
she was wearing a suit...and was a good built lady...
she was not willing to try, due to the fear of falling....
but after many requests,,,she thought of giving it a try....
she was standing on the table....i placed my head between her thighs to lift her...
she was dng..so hard work...and was sweating..and her thighs were so burning..as it was summer time also...
i was not able to lift her that way....
thn i sat on the sofa....and than she sat on my shoulder....but as i started to stand...we were totally disbalancing...and she was not in a good mood to ride...
so she told me to stop all this..and go to home...
i was young...so not able to lift her totally off...else..it wud have been great...

lifterr wrote:

i would love to know more detail about your experiences with your aunt .   also tell us what was the age of your aunt when u lifted her.  in how many ways have u lifted her & for how long .  does she tells you to put her down or its upto you to carry her for as long as you like .  does she resist or does she enjoy it or she doesn't bother much?  has she ever lifted you & if yes, then in how many ways & for how long?   what type of dress does she wear when you lift her or if she has ever lifted you?  does she also asks you to lift her ?   do you lift her in private or any place ?  have you lifted her in front of other people also ?  has she ever sat in your lap ?   and apart from replying to these questions,  you can yourself add further details also . .    i liked your experience.  it was cool & i would love to hear more from you .   hope you would reply today as i can't wait much longer to hear from you !

trigger wrote:

hey.. its like.. wht exactly was mine..
from the infant age,, i was liking shoulder riding..and being a horse.. some-way or the other.. to be under a girls weight..

i remember. when i was 4 years. a neighbour-hood old girl used to come at our house. she was 18.. and she gives me horsy rides on her back.. and after taking my rides.. i desperately request her. .to sit on my back ..and ride me. which she sits always. .but i was always crushed to the floor..

than.. after some time.. i started giving ride to my older sis..and i was always looking after ways.. that how could any of aunts of neighbourhood can sit on me. or i can carry them..

i remember.. one time. my parents were not at home. and i am a single child..
the lady adjacent to our house.. was very strong and good looking.. and form starting.. i wanted to be her horse..and wanted to carry her on my shoulders....
that day. i was just thinking out some ways.. that how cud i call tht lady. so tht she can sit on my shoulders..or back.. as my parents were not at home..

i was small in height as compare to her.
wht i did was. i throw the keys of the car at the top of the almirah.. where my hands cannot reach..
than i went to her home.. and called my aunt.. that if she can bring back the keys.. as she was taller. than me..
but i have thrown at such a height..tht even her hands cannot reach... and than i can offer.. to carry her. in my arms. or on my shoulders..

she came.. looked at me. obv. her hands were not reaching there. but i was not able to express my feelings.. she went. and found some stick.. and bring down the keys.. for me.. and gone.. i was like.. crying.. as nothing happened..

some.. months.. after. i was at that ladies home.. her daughter. was than 5 yrs. younger to me. i was about 14 - 15. .and her daughter was 9 - 10 i thnk..

we were playing something. and i just.. bend over to pick something. where in her daughter.came. .and sat on my back.. and requested me to give her a horsy ride..
it was like.. feeling so good.. when something.u try for everytime.. and it suddenly happend..
i carried her. all around in the home.. and taken her. in the kitchen. where my aunt was preparing food.for us,
she saw all tht.. but said nothing. and was laughing. and was saying.. to her daughter.. that ride me hard..
than i thought.. that may be my aunt.. loved this.. .but than also nothing happend.

this thing continued for sometime. and her.. daughter.. riding me was more common.. even in front of many.. she came.. sit on my lap. .on my back..

than an evening came.. we all kids were playing. .near to our home..
my aunt was standing near to all of us.
than suddenly one kid said.. let us see . who is the strongest boy of all..
i was elder among all.. and i decided..that the kid.. who will become horse.and carry a girl to the max..will win..
all agreed. and than small girls were sitting on the back of kids. and they started there.. hanky panky rides..

i nervously came before my aunty.. and kneel down on my all 4s.. as it was very normal for me.. like i was not persuading her.. to ride me.
i slowly asked. if she can ride me..
she said no.. and started walking.
i stood up.
than.. she came to me.. holded my hand. and taken me to her home..
after enterng room.. she said. u really want to be my horse.
to which i bowed my head..
she said ok.. but if only.. i can carry her.
i bent on all my 4s.. she slowly sat on my back.. and laughed.
after a while.. she was sitting full weight.. and after 2 min.. i was like. god.. wht  to do with her weight.. .
my ankles were paining..
i was like in hell.
she noticed it..and than she took to me to bed..i became horse again.. and than she sat on my back .. for sometime.

this was how it was first started with my aunt..

than there are many.. where in she after some months. ridden me on my shoulders.for cleaning her house.. and some more..

i now thnk. how lucky i was..

if u wanna hear more. i can tell.. as it is truly a real story..nothing at all fictional.

Great site, Great topic. Thought I'd share...

My first experience with shoulder rides occured back at the age of 10. It involved my older cousin Monica who was 16 at the time and babysitting my younger sister and I for the summer. Monica was incredibly athletic and spent a lot of time entertaining us outdoors. One of my favorite things to do outside was to shoot baskets on my back yard basketball hoop. I would often shoot baskets for hours at a time and my younger sister and Monica would join in. My little sister would generally grab the ocasional rebound and attempt to shoot the ball towards the basket. My little sister was 5 at the time and needless to say had little chance of actually making a basket as the rim was close to regulation height. One day Monica commented about the height of the rim and mentioned that we should lower the height to give my sister a chance to have some fun (I had one of those hoops that had the ability to lower and raise the height of the court with a few minor adjustments). I thought it would be a good idea because I could lower the rim to a height that would allow me to show off in front of my cousin and dunk the basketball. After adjusting the height of the court my sister got her opportunity to shoot and make the ocasional basket. In between many of the shots she took I the opportunity to run and dunk the basketball on the lowered rim. After seeing a few of dunks my sister, wanting to be like her big brother, said she wanted to dunk the basketball as well. She complained for some time about dunking the ball before Monica suggested we lower the rim even further so that my sister could dunk the ball. I let Monica and my sister know that the rim had been adjusted down as far as it would go and that nothing could be done. My sister began to cry refusing to accept the bad news. Monica then said something that led to my first shoulder riding experience. She told my sister that she would sit her up on her shoulders so that she could dunk the ball. Monica got behind my sister, bent down and appeared to easily lift my sister off the ground. My sister sat up on Monica's shoulders for close to 5 minutes I would guess. After about 5 minutes of being up on Monica's shoulders, Monica said she was a tired and would have to let my sister down. Expecting my sister to start crying again, I offered to lift my sister up on my shoulders. I followed the lead set by Monica and crouched down behind my sister. After I tucked my head between her legs, I lifted her clear off the ground with little trouble. My sister was significantly lighter than me and I walked around with her on my shoulders with little trouble. After a few minutes Monica made a comment about how nice a brother my sister had and also how strong I was. The truth was that after a few minutes of carrying my sister I was a bit tired as I only weighed about 85 pounds and I could feel the burn in my legs and back. Despite my fatigue I refused to let Monica know I was getting a bit tired and instead made comments about how light my sister was and how I didn't understand how she could get tired carrying someone so small. I don't recall everything I said, but I do remember being a kid I made an exaggerated comment about how I could handle 5 times her weight with no problem. Well that comment seemed to annoy Monica a bit because she told me that I was crazy to think I could lift so much weight. Monica also said she could tell I was starting to get tired myself and wasn't as strong as I was claiming to be. The next comment she made changed my life forever. She said, well if your so strong, why don't you try lifting me up on your shoulders. That got my attention. I instantly put my sister down and told Monica I knew I could lift her. Looking back, I don't remember if it was the challenge itself or the desire to lift up my older cousin that caused me to be so bold. Nevertheless, my response caught Monica by surprise as I think she expected me to back down to her remark about lifter her up. Monica began to back down saying that she was only joking and there was no way someone as small as myself could lift up someone over 100 pounds. I continued to prod and tell her I didn't think that 100 pounds was much and knew she would feel light. After about a minute of me pushing Monica said she would give it a try but only over by the grass because I might drop her. I agreed and the 3 of us walked over to the side of house where we had an open area of grass. Monica asked me one more time if I was sure because she weighed around 110 pounds and could hurt me. I assured her I would be alright and told her that I would not get hurt as I was really strong for my age and size. Monica turned around in front of me giving me the OK to give it a shot. Standing there I realized that also being fairly thin Monica was signifacantly taller than me and appeared much bigger now than what I had anticipated. I must have paused longer than I realized while sizing her up because Monica asked me if I had chickened out. With that, I crouched down and placed my head between her legs. She mostly sat on the back of my neck while her feet were still on the ground. As I started to lift my neck up, I instantly knew that there was no way I would succeed with the technique I was using. I instinctively bent my knees further and got my butt down lower to more of a catchers squat position. As soon as I did that, Monica seemed to settle back some of her weight onto my shoulders rather than the back of my neck. Although the weight increase, it was now distributed better and I felt that I could manage the weight. As I pushed up with my legs, I realized I had gotten Monica off the ground and Monica's hands instantly shot down and grabbed the top of my head. I reached up and grabed her knees as I continued to push up with my legs from the squatting position into an upright position. I remember the movement up being a bit unstable and ackward but nevertheless, I had Monica up on my shoulders. Monica started to laugh and I dared not make a sound because she felt unbelievably heavy. Monica tucked her feet behind my back and let go of my head. Still laughing she asked me if I was OK and said she couldn't believe I did it. All I could say was,  "yeah" due to the concentration and stain of holder her up. After about 30 seconds of holding her up the strain of carrying her seemed to subside and changed to more of a soreness of my different muscles. It must have been getting past the energy I used for the initial lift that seemed to make holding Monica up appear to get easier. Monica sat on my shoulders for what must have been another 30 seconds or so before she asked me to try to walk around the grassy area. I began to put one foot in front of the other as I carefully made sure not to lose balance. The fatique was really starting to set in when Monica, who apparently was having a grand time, said I should try to walk her over to the basketball hoop. Not wanting to disapoint or give in to the idea that she was too heavy for me to carry I began the walk over to the hoop. The walk must have been about 60 feet and I was really starting to feel the burn in my back and legs. I also realized that I was now sweating. There was no way Monica couldn't feel the sweat on her inner legs. When we got to the basketball hoop Monica told my sister who was running around along side me to get the basket ball. The basketball had been left back on the grass area and my sister began to walk back to get the ball. I watched her walk away and couldn't help think about how my sister seemed to always be in a hurry and always running to get everywhere, yet she seemed to be taking her sweet time walking to get the ball and come back. Looking back it must have only been about 2 or 3 minutes that had passed but it felt like an eternity. I was preparing to tell Monica I had to let her down when my sister tossed the basketball up to Monica. Monica grabbed the ball and told me to walk over so she could dunk the basketball. She easily dunked it as her arm span was well above the rim sitting up on my shoulders. My sister grabbed the ball after it had gone through the hoop and tossed it back to Monica. Monica told me she wanted to make a free throw before I set her down. Not thinking I could stand any more I told Monica I was tired and needed to set her down. Expecting her to agree, Monica shocked me when she said that I claimed to be so strong and would now need to at least wait until she finished this task. After hearing this I slowly walked my way back to the area that would be considered the appropriate distance for a free throw. After shooting a basket I again prepared to let Monica. This time I began to squat down for her to set down her feet and get off my shoulders. Monica continued to stay on my shoulders to my surprise. She asked me what I was doing as she had said that she wanted to "make" a free throw and her shot had missed. Monica continued to sit on my shoulders and continued to have her feet tucked behind my back indicating she was not prepared to get down. My legs really started to get sore at that point but my back suprisingly felt a bit better. After recieving the ball back from my sister I realized I would not be able to stand back up. Monica waited a few moments for me to stand back up but when I didn't, I assume she realized I couldn't stand any more. The momentum of the next shot caused me to tip forward from my crouched position so that my knees hit the ground and I had Monica up on my shoulders while kneeling on the ground. I remember the impact on my knees being rough but the strain on my legs was mostly gone so it was a wash. Monica's shot again bounced off the rim and missed and I sat there waiting for the shoulder sit to end. They say the third time is a charm and sure enough Monica made her next shot. I instantly leaned forward and Monica placed her feet on the ground. I all but collapsed on the ground in fatique. Monica told me I did a great job and  crouched down to give me a huge hug. I remember the feeling of triumph and the hug made it worth it. I realized that despite the fatique I loved having Monica up on my shoulders and couldn't wait to try it again...so long as I had time to recover. I woke up sore the next morning which is my first time I can remember feeling a sore. When Monica arrived at my house the next day to take care of my sister and I, she asked how I was feeling after the workout the previous day. It must have been the desire to have her up on my shoulders again that prompted me to say I felt great and had a great time. Needless to say Monica and I had numerous other shoulder riding experiences that summer and the duration that I could manage her up on my shoulders lengthened as the summer went on. I even had a couple experiences with Monica and one of her friends which I could tell you about at a different time.

Hope you all enjoyed my experience. True experience but some details adjusted for the flow of the story.

Thanks Mikedup for your story and welcome to the community. I upgraded your memership status.

An advice from me: try to divide your text in paragraphs next time, it will be easier to read though.

Yes, thanks a lot and welcome. We are looking forward to hear more shoulder riding experiences you made with Monica or other girls.

I guess I also actually was "born" with the ever increasing desire to be lifted and carried. 
I have always been very light, so that, what I remember well, most boys of age 10 could lift me having age 11.5 at that moment.  This was a special day on the school's recreation ground, when I was chatting with those boys from the lower class (a group of +- 10 of them), and for one reason or another, they all lifted me in their arms, the one after the other ! ;-)  And in one lift, I felt that that boy actually had to use no effort at all.  All though he was a little bit shorter then me, he lifted & carried me on his arms with the ease as if he was lifting a little kid of 4 ...  Well, he weighjted more then me, most did, as I was so very light, but it still felt amasing, as I felt the others needed their full strenght to do it, he just lifted me 'on his fingertips' (so to say) and carried and rocked me for minutes. I guess he loved it, being so strong and sweet and smiling at the same time. He was the first who lifted me, the others imitated. He also was strangely happy to have carried a boy "from the higher class", as he said litterally, that seemed to fill him with great joy ! He was suddenly talking with a soft voice, allthough he normally was a 'shouting around' kid.

I guess, that was the first time I learned some people can feel HAPPY by carrying someone else.

Now, I have so much difficulties, finding such persons.  Most feel "embarrased". Not good.

Shoulder rides didn't come first. It doesn't matter with me, how I am lifted & carried, as long as I am lifted & carried .....  ;-)

One of my first significant experiences was with my aunt when I was 17.  I was visiting my mom's younger sister in florida for a few days while looking for colleges.  She was plenty of fun to stay with and while my mom was always more shy and demure my aunt was very extroverted and confident.  She wouldn't stop making comments about how much I'd grown taller once I got to her place, it was pretty funny.  One day while just relaxing she looked up at the ceiling in the kitchen and saw that she needed to change a light bulb.  Without hesitating she said "come here sweetie" and I got up to see what I was needed for.  She then pulled up a chair behind me and said "Hold still I'm getting on your shoulders."  She was about 5'9 with an athletic build from being a dance instructor, and only weighed about 10 pounds less than me so it was still a pretty significant workout.  She struggled a little to get on at first but she quickly found the perfect position with her legs locked behind my back.  She unscrewed the bulb, but then realized she left the new one in the other room.  Wanting to impress I asked which room it was in, and when she told me I walked across the entire house with my aunt on my shoulders to go fetch it.  We then went back to the kitchen and she put the new light bulb in, making the whole thing about ten minutes long.  She got down without me even kneeling and gave me a big hug and a kiss.  She then said, "now that you've grown I can put you to good use" and gave me a wink.  I had a few other experiences carrying my aunt during parades and concerts but the first one was my favorite.