Ultimate shoulder rides

Hello and Welcome..

You have written a very clear and nice presentation of yourself.

Its not only the pictures, stories are much welcomed here.

I find it very interesting that you give SR to your Boss, wow.

Please tell how it all started with your boss. Some nice experiences.

Thanks.

umph wrote:

Hi to everyone!
I wish you many happy shoulder riding experiences!

This forum is very nice. Some pics are fantastic.

About myself:
I am a 36 years old male from Romania, Europe.
I like to be ridden by females. (no male riders ever; never me being the rider either)
I liked the idea of shoulder riding and I wished to be ridden since I was a toddler. (obviously this did not happen until later)
I had my first (failed) SR experience at around 10.
I had been succesfully ridden for the first time at 15, with some follow-ups.
I had a short relation involving SR.
I had an unusual SR experience with a stranger at a gig, with an almost surreal follow-up years later.
My girl-friend is sadly not into it.
On the other hand, my boss is. My girl-friend is not happy about it.

Currently I am usually enjoying it every other week when traveling with job-related business along my easily getting tired boss.
I like SR as much as before, however I find it increasingly difficult because of some sharp lower back pain.

Would anyone be interested in a short (or longer) description (of some) of my SR experiences?
I do not know if there are members which find plain SR text interesting.
I see that people here prefer pictures / movies, however I do not want to post them because of their personal nature.

Hi umph,

Welcome to the community.

Yes, please share your experiences with us.

Nick

My First Succes

In the following years, I looked forward to my next SR session, but alas, no opportuninty arrived.
The girls from my school which I approached were appaled by it and said I was a freak.
I got very shy and refrained from taking about it with anyone else.
So, five long years passed until I was finally in highschool. There, the atmosphere was more relaxed and the girls less inhibited. I still remembered the way I was rejected several years ago and did not have the guts to ask even the girls I was good friend with.

Then, out of the blue, I got lucky. When I expected it less, while walking in the hallway during recess, someone jumped on my back. It was a girl from my class, a tall, strong, wild and uninhibited tomboy-type girl who mostly hang out with boys without being slutty or something. "Giddy up, horsey" she shouted laughing loudly.
I was understandably very thrilled, however I did not enjoy piggyback as much as shoulder riding. I tested my luck telling her that while I am gald to carry her, I would very much preffer to cary her on my shoulders instead, because it was easier and more pleasant for both of us.
Still on my back, she was silent for a few moments. I was very worried that I wasted my chance to at least carry a girl, even if not on my shoulders.
I felt relieved when she simple said "Ok", jumped down and assumed the right position for being lifted on the shoulders. I could hardly believe it. "Are you sure?", I asked. "Everybody will see us". I felt suddenly sorry. I did not know why I said that... "It's ok", she said. "I don't care. I just want to be carried. Come on, lift me."
Overwhelmed with emotions, I easily lifted her on my shoulders and started to walk along the hallway.
"Come on, let's go outside. We don't have much time, the class will start soon. Giddy up!"
While taking her outside in the school yard, I mentioned that if there isn't enough time now or in any recess for that matter, we could do that after school as well. She was very happy with that and told me: "You would not carry me as much and as often as I like." I told her that wasn't true, that I loved to carry her and I would carry her as long as she wished. "We have a deal then", she said and we shook hands.
Then the bell rang and I returned her to the classroom and put her on her desk. She thanked me and I thanked her back.
I still have this experience in my mind as vivid as ever. I will never forget it.

Note: I do not remember the exact dialogue. That is an approximation only.

More to come...

Hey Tell with your boss

umph wrote:

My First Succes

In the following years, I looked forward to my next SR session, but alas, no opportuninty arrived.
The girls from my school which I approached were appaled by it and said I was a freak.
I got very shy and refrained from taking about it with anyone else.
So, five long years passed until I was finally in highschool. There, the atmosphere was more relaxed and the girls less inhibited. I still remembered the way I was rejected several years ago and did not have the guts to ask even the girls I was good friend with.

Then, out of the blue, I got lucky. When I expected it less, while walking in the hallway during recess, someone jumped on my back. It was a girl from my class, a tall, strong, wild and uninhibited tomboy-type girl who mostly hang out with boys without being slutty or something. "Giddy up, horsey" she shouted laughing loudly.
I was understandably very thrilled, however I did not enjoy piggyback as much as shoulder riding. I tested my luck telling her that while I am gald to carry her, I would very much preffer to cary her on my shoulders instead, because it was easier and more pleasant for both of us.
Still on my back, she was silent for a few moments. I was very worried that I wasted my chance to at least carry a girl, even if not on my shoulders.
I felt relieved when she simple said "Ok", jumped down and assumed the right position for being lifted on the shoulders. I could hardly believe it. "Are you sure?", I asked. "Everybody will see us". I felt suddenly sorry. I did not know why I said that... "It's ok", she said. "I don't care. I just want to be carried. Come on, lift me."
Overwhelmed with emotions, I easily lifted her on my shoulders and started to walk along the hallway.
"Come on, let's go outside. We don't have much time, the class will start soon. Giddy up!"
While taking her outside in the school yard, I mentioned that if there isn't enough time now or in any recess for that matter, we could do that after school as well. She was very happy with that and told me: "You would not carry me as much and as often as I like." I told her that wasn't true, that I loved to carry her and I would carry her as long as she wished. "We have a deal then", she said and we shook hands.
Then the bell rang and I returned her to the classroom and put her on her desk. She thanked me and I thanked her back.
I still have this experience in my mind as vivid as ever. I will never forget it.

Note: I do not remember the exact dialogue. That is an approximation only.

More to come...

I will get to present time (the SR with my boss) quickly.
I am writing them in a chronological order, that's all.
Please, have a little patience.

A Short Relation Involving Shoulder Riding

I had a few girlfriends, but unfortunately they were not into SR.
The usual arguments were fear of falling, the perception that it was socially unappropriate or the perception that they were fat.

When I was a college student, we used to go skating a lot.
One time, I took my new girlfriend to teach her how to skate.
It happened that after only a few minutes on ice, she fell with her leg beneath her and she injured her ankle. I rushed her to a hospital. Fortunately it was not actually a fracture, but she had to wear an orthopedic cast for two weeks.
She was very angry and blamed me for the accident.

Since she was not allowed to step on the injured foot, she had to jump on her other foot which made her life miserable. She would have been confined in her house for the next 2 weeks.
She already knew that I liked shoulder riding, but she had previously refused because she thought she was fat (she had 67 kg).
Now she told me that since it was my fault she was incapacitated, I had to carry her outside in the park because she was getting crazy to be locked in the house all the time.

I happily obliged and I took her to the nearby park every evening for 30-40 minutes long SR albeit with frequent breakes during which I sat on some bench with her still on my shoulders.
These were not anything like the happy joyful rides from the highschool. Now neither of us had fun.
She was obviously not enjoying it. I think that it was meant as a kind of weird revenge or something. And she was continuously bugging me about her accident and how I should not have taken her to the skatering without hiring a proper instructor and so on.
And I was surely not enjoying the rides either. Because she was actually too heavy for me. It was very difficult to carry her and I was struggling under her weight. To make things worse, an insiduous low back pain started to develop in this period. I never complained to her though and carried her for the entire walk around the park every day.

After she had her plaster removed, she abruptly ended our "friendship" telling me to never call her again. It was over.

The Stranger at the Concert

Because I had no one to ride me, I used to go to concerts, where SR is widespread as we know it very well.
It would prove to be very difficult however to get a stranger on my shoulders.

I think that some of you might find a statistic to be interesting.
During 7 years I went to 11 outdoor concerts where I had the guts to ask around a 120 girls to get on my shoulders for a better view.
I had only one success.
So, you do not have to dispair if it seems that no girl would accept to get on your shoulders at a gig. You have to just keep trying. Less than 1% of the single girls there would accept it, but this is better than none.

This was my longest and weirdest SR experience.
There were a bunch of teenager Gypsy girls in front of me and one of them which was shorter and could not see anything was asking the others to lift her on their shoulders. Since none of them wanted to help her, I told her that I would be glad to lift her on my shoulders. To my amazement she immediately accepted and I lifted her on my shoulders. She was petite, probably having no more than 40 kg.
I realized that standing still with a rider on my shoulders can be more difficult than walking, since besides the other issues and had to cope with an increasing numbness in my legs and feet.

At first, everything was fine and I was very happy to have someone on my shoulders after many years. Gradually, at time flowed, I started to get the distinct impression that something was wrong.
First, neither the rider nor her friends talked to me. Actually they seemed to ignore me completely. I thought that this was because I was Romanian and they were Gypsy. But the fact that they were talking among themselves in the Gypsy language seemed unappropriate, because it was obvious that I could not understand anything. More annoying was the fact that they used to talk in Romanian before she mounted me.
Second, since her flip-flops were falling off her feet, she removed them and placed them on my head, without asking for my permission. This got me understandably angry, beacuse I actually got some mud in my hair, but I did not say anything.
Third, she sat on my shoulders for an extremely long period of about 2 hours and 20 minutes. In all this time she never even asked if she should dismount me or even if I was ok or something. In fact, she never talked to me, except monosyllabically answering to my questions.
Fourth, she did not even sat still. She kept moving, rocking and dancing to the rhythm of the music, making it even more difficult for me. And the worst thing was that she did not care at all about me.

Since she was actually very light, it should not have been too difficult for me to carry her, but after an hour it really became very hard and after the second hour it started to feel like torture.

Only after the concert was over and the people started to leave, she did ask to get down and I put her back on the ground.
All I got was an anaemic "Thank you" devoid of any real meaning. She did not even give me her phone number.

Overall, I felt that her behaviour was rude and inconsiderate towards me and I do not understand what I did to deserve this. I posted this as a question on a site and most people agreed that her behaviour was not appropriate.

But now, looking back, if I have to choose I will definitely choose to live this experience again instead of having no SR at all that evening.

Stranger at the Concert Follow-up

Around 3 years later, I unexpectedly saw her and 2 other girls in a supermarket. I immediately recognized her and hurried in order to catch her since she was far in front of me.
When I was near her, I got her attention and asked her if she recognized me. She said she knew that trick and turned her back towards me.
I insisted and reminded her of the SR at that gig. Now she remembered it of course, but by her looks she was up to no good.
"Well, it seems that you love to be ridden, don't you?" she asked with disdain.
I nodded. "Fine then. You will carry me home. But you will have to shut up. I do not like to talk to you. Ok?". I just nodded again and followed them through the supermarket.
At the exit, she told me that she did not have enough money and asked me to lend her the equivalent of 20$, which I did.

As soon as we got out, she told me to lift her on my shoulders which I did. This was the first time when I walked with someone on my shoulders in plain daytime through busy streets. Most people were staring at us which made me unconfortable.
It appeared that she lived in another neighbourhood, quite far away and she did not want to take the subway.
I had to carry her for approximately 2 km which I managed to make in about an hour and a half. It was a little better than the previous time, because I was walking not standing and because she was sitting still on my shoulders. However, her filthy flip-flops ended again on my head. The worst thing was that besides her, I had to carry her shopping bags as well, which added another unwelcome strain on my arms and hands. These extra 10 kg proved eventually to be the biggest issue. My arms and hands got more sore than my legs, back, neck or shoulders.
When I started to talk, she stuck a finger in my mouth and told me to shut up, which I did. The finger was not very clean.

When we finally arrived at her home, I was extremely tired and barely able to move anymore. There I had the most unpleasant revelation that she lived at the first floor and she expected me to carry her on the stairs as well.
I tried to tell her that I couldn't, but she stuck a couple of fingers in my mouth and told me that she really wants me to shut the **** up.
I still attempted to say something but only a mumble came out of my mouth filled with now four of her fingers.
Then she convinced me to try harder by saying: "If you leave me here, you will never see me again. If you finish your job, I will let you to carry me whenever you desire. It is your choice now. And you should really try to suck on those fingers. If you do a good job I will let you to suck other things as well."

I quickly decided to do whatever she wants and inched ourselves up the stairs on step at a time. By the time I got in her flat, I was in agony.
I put the bags down in the kitchen and she dismounted me.
Then she asked me to do several rather disgusting things, which are not supposed to be written on this site, so [snip].
And when I thought it was finally over, the 2 other girls held me still while the rider beat the **** out of me with no apparent reason. She kicked me with her feet and knees in my belly, crotch and face and spat me in my face several times.
After she was satisfied with it, they kicked me out. She yelled at me: "I hope it served you well, filthy pervert! Get out of my sight for ever, scum!" and shut the door.
I ran outside as fast as I could and left the damn neighbourhood never to return there again.

I never again proposed a stranger for a shoulder ride.

Hey...Now this is the difference between Imagination and Reality...

We Imagine that a lady is riding us just like she is riding a horse, and people don't talk to horses while riding.

But when this happens to us, we feel bad.

And again. I dont buy the time limit you have mentioned....2-3 hrs...OMG...

umph wrote:

The Stranger at the Concert

Because I had no one to ride me, I used to go to concerts, where SR is widespread as we know it very well.
It would prove to be very difficult however to get a stranger on my shoulders.

I think that some of you might find a statistic to be interesting.
During 7 years I went to 11 outdoor concerts where I had the guts to ask around a 120 girls to get on my shoulders for a better view.
I had only one success.
So, you do not have to dispair if it seems that no girl would accept to get on your shoulders at a gig. You have to just keep trying. Less than 1% of the single girls there would accept it, but this is better than none.

This was my longest and weirdest SR experience.
There were a bunch of teenager Gypsy girls in front of me and one of them which was shorter and could not see anything was asking the others to lift her on their shoulders. Since none of them wanted to help her, I told her that I would be glad to lift her on my shoulders. To my amazement she immediately accepted and I lifted her on my shoulders. She was petite, probably having no more than 40 kg.
I realized that standing still with a rider on my shoulders can be more difficult than walking, since besides the other issues and had to cope with an increasing numbness in my legs and feet.

At first, everything was fine and I was very happy to have someone on my shoulders after many years. Gradually, at time flowed, I started to get the distinct impression that something was wrong.
First, neither the rider nor her friends talked to me. Actually they seemed to ignore me completely. I thought that this was because I was Romanian and they were Gypsy. But the fact that they were talking among themselves in the Gypsy language seemed unappropriate, because it was obvious that I could not understand anything. More annoying was the fact that they used to talk in Romanian before she mounted me.
Second, since her flip-flops were falling off her feet, she removed them and placed them on my head, without asking for my permission. This got me understandably angry, beacuse I actually got some mud in my hair, but I did not say anything.
Third, she sat on my shoulders for an extremely long period of about 2 hours and 20 minutes. In all this time she never even asked if she should dismount me or even if I was ok or something. In fact, she never talked to me, except monosyllabically answering to my questions.
Fourth, she did not even sat still. She kept moving, rocking and dancing to the rhythm of the music, making it even more difficult for me. And the worst thing was that she did not care at all about me.

Since she was actually very light, it should not have been too difficult for me to carry her, but after an hour it really became very hard and after the second hour it started to feel like torture.

Only after the concert was over and the people started to leave, she did ask to get down and I put her back on the ground.
All I got was an anaemic "Thank you" devoid of any real meaning. She did not even give me her phone number.

Overall, I felt that her behaviour was rude and inconsiderate towards me and I do not understand what I did to deserve this. I posted this as a question on a site and most people agreed that her behaviour was not appropriate.

But now, looking back, if I have to choose I will definitely choose to live this experience again instead of having no SR at all that evening.

@Trigger: The times may be exaggerated. After all, it really seemed like a very long time...
Some of the facts may also have been embellished for the sake of the reading. I do not want to get boring after all.
However, nothing is "made up".

I don't quite see your problem with the concert SR and its follow-up.
You wanted her to RIDE you, and she did EXACTLY that:

"First, neither the rider nor her friends talked to me. Actually they seemed to ignore me completely."
"Third ... She never even asked if she should dismount me or even if I was ok or something. In fact, she never talked to me, except monosyllabically answering to my questions."

Yes, and quite properly so: actually, she should not have talked/asked/answered at all. It is about riding, not talking. In this role play, riders do not talk to horses except to briefly direct them,
and even then best using not voice but feet, thighs, and hands as appropriate. And horses sure do not ask questions or talk back.
About the most annoying and really distracting from the experience is a "concerned" girl who every minute asks "Are you doing OK there?" and/or tries to get off.
   
"Second, since her flip-flops were falling off her feet, she removed them and placed them on my head, without asking for my permission. This got me understandably angry, because I actually got some mud in my hair, but I did not say anything."

Where should she have placed them? Have you suggested something else? I sometimes hang the girl's footwear on my belt, by putting it through the flip-flops or tying with shoelaces.
But her placing them on your head was IMHO not inappropriate, in the sexy-dominant kind of way. Again, she should not have asked your permission. This role play is precisely about you voluntarily submitting yourself to the girl's will to use your body for her convenience as she sees fit, obviously within the bounds that no injury or pain is deliberately inflicted or intended.
Also, her taking the flip-flops off has allowed her grabbing your torso with her naked feet tighter, or stepping them on your thighs firmer, or slipping them in your hands - which is all good.
And you have liked it, which is why you did not say anything. In any case, if you held her for anywhere near as long as you say, you would be covered in sweat and severely sore and/or numb over most of your body. Some mud in hair seems pretty trivial in comparison.

Once a girl who I carried on shoulders from the beach to the motel nearby has told me (when I kneeled down to lift her) to bow further and run her feet and toes through my hair to wipe the sand off. No big deal.     

"Fourth, she did not even sat still. She kept moving, rocking and dancing to the rhythm of the music, making it even more difficult for me."

She has enjoyed herself riding. That is what the whole play is about. Would you prefer her sitting as a dead sack of potatoes? Then carry a sack of potatoes - you can do that anytime you wish. I also don't think it created difficulty for you. Unless she went extreme, this kind of motion massages your shoulders and neck and moves the pressure around, which helps.
That is why standing still is harder than walking, as you noted.

"And the worst thing was that she did not care at all about me. All I got was an anemic "Thank you" devoid of any real meaning. She did not even give me her phone number."

I've already commented on this. Did she ask you for a ride first or have you asked her to ride you? If the latter, perhaps you should have thanked her?
She does not have to give you a phone number, why should she?
Even assuming you did her a favor (and not the other way around), do you give your number to a driver who have given you a ride in his car when you were hitchhiking, for example? 

"Fine then. You will carry me home. But you will have to shut up. I do not like to talk to you. Ok?".
"When I started to talk, she stuck a finger in my mouth and told me to shut up, which I did. When we finally arrived at her home, I was extremely tired and barely able to move anymore.
There I had the most unpleasant revelation that she lived at the first floor and she expected me to carry her on the stairs as well.
I tried to tell her that I couldn't, but she stuck a couple of fingers in my mouth and told me that she really wants me to shut the **** up.
I still attempted to say something but only a mumble came out of my mouth filled with now four of her fingers."

She has told you upfront not to talk, and you agreed.
When you broke this, she has stopped you using her finger as a horsebit, which I think was quite appropriate for the role and situation to communicate to you that you should focus your
physical and mental energy not on talking, but on carrying her to her destination. She was actually nice - other girls would have used their heels or ankles instead.

Overall, it looks that you do not really like giving rides to girls for the experience, but use it to get dates or bonuses from your boss.
Hence your expectations are misplaced, while she has actually understood her role well.
Many guys here, I think, would appreciate such a lightweight, but dynamic, confident, into-it, and mildly dominant rider girl. 

It appears that your feelings are (explicitly or not) affected by her being a gypsy while you are "white".
I can see how, in the US context, some white guys might not wish to serve a black girl in this manner.
However, I would with pleasure and I personally abhor racism of any kind.

I don't condone her and her friends beating you as you mention, but that clearly had to do with those "disgusting things" not to be written here, rather than the riding.

Last edited by Fisk (2015-07-27 06:12:32)

Hi, Fisk

I totally approve and 200% support all of your comments! Maybe I would have tried to express them just a bit more nicely, as a token mark of gratitude to Umph for his great stories, but basically I would have said exactly what you said !

And regarding the 2/3 hours ride  ... I was never pushed to my limits as a "horse" My average ride lasted 15/20 minutes with a break inbetween, under a 55kg rider. But even when I was Young, strong and very fit, I doubt I could have doubled that performance ...!! 

But, you're right again, what really weighs is the incremental kg ... Soldiers nowadays usually  carry a 30/35 kg load on their backs, and they get going along the whole day in all terrains. So, carrying a skilled rider of 40 kg for 2/3 hours is certainly quite possible ...

@Fisk:
I am sorry, but I do certainly NOT fit the usual SR fan stereotype.
I do NOT consider myself as a horse while carrying a woman.
I am NOT into roleplay or anything.
I am NOT submissive.
I pursue an EQUAL relationship, where we should both enjoy the ride.
I like to feel the pressure and to carry her around. I like to feel her body.
I do NOT like to be treated badly or disrespectfully.

I understand that your position, views and expectations are different and I accept this. We are all different.
Can you accept mine?

New Development

A work colleague of mine found out somehow that my boss is riding on my shoulders when we are away with job related business.
He told everybody and now they are mocking me saying that the only reason I got hired was to provide the carrying.

I got understandably angry and asked by boss about it. They were correct. After a long discussion, she admitted that she knew a former friend of mine who told her that I liked SR. So she looked for my CV on a site and hired me. Apparently her assistant before me did the same "job" and she was very sad when she left her job. (yes, her former assistant was a woman and she used to carry my boss as well)
When I asked her if SR was the only reason she hired me, she smiled with encouragement and told me that I only got "priority".

Later, in another conversation, she admitted she liked to ride very much, humans as well as horses. The fact that she dislikes very much those crappy roads is also an important factor.

And she started to do some exercise and probably a diet as well, because she really lost some weight, which is very welcome.

My girlfriend seems to have accepted the idea as well and she does not seems very jealous anymore. We are making plans to get married.
While she can not ride on my shoulders because of her fear of heights, she said that we will have children who will ride me instead.

As for other SR experiences, nothing interesting, sorry. Just my usual SR with my boss and they happened to be quite short and uneventfull lately.
I will post again if anything special happens.

Thank you.