My dog found my bestiality files!

Pure

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Well, at least the jpg's i'd printed on the glossy 8.5 x 11 photo stock.

I'd stashed them on my desk under some other papers, but i guess because i'd handled them so often (without experiencing any desires, of course) they had their own special aroma. Anyway he'd pulled them off my desk and they were lying face up on the floor, and he was licking them. He looked up kind of guiltily, but I couldn't punish the handsome, well-endowed guy.

So things are very awkward between us. It's as if he's expecting punishment, but can't resist an occasional look or sniff in the direction of my desk, and I'm falling all over myself to say, "Look, guy, I'd never do any of that stuff, esp. to you. Certainly not without checking it out and getting consent."

He's still eager for his walk, but i feel the eyes of the neighbors on us. Do they know what he's found out? I guess it's just me thinking, "They must think i'm a world class pervert." I suppose all i can do is hope the passage of time mends this upset, though any suggestions would be welcome. :devil:
 
Try to make him jealous. Do you have photos of other animals that look similar to him? Could try to freak him out, too....pictures of dogs with other dogs, or, heaven forbid, cats and dogs?
 
Pure said:
Well, at least the jpg's i'd printed on the glossy 8.5 x 11 photo stock.

I'd stashed them on my desk under some other papers, but i guess because i'd handled them so often (without experiencing any desires, of course) they had their own special aroma. Anyway he'd pulled them off my desk and they were lying face up on the floor, and he was licking them. He looked up kind of guiltily, but I couldn't punish the handsome, well-endowed guy.

So things are very awkward between us. It's as if he's expecting punishment, but can't resist an occasional look or sniff in the direction of my desk, and I'm falling all over myself to say, "Look, guy, I'd never do any of that stuff, esp. to you. Certainly not without checking it out and getting consent."

He's still eager for his walk, but i feel the eyes of the neighbors on us. Do they know what he's found out? I guess it's just me thinking, "They must think i'm a world class pervert." I suppose all i can do is hope the passage of time mends this upset, though any suggestions would be welcome. :devil:

Get a cat.

:cathappy:
 
Pure:
I noticed that you tiptoed around the really important thing.

Did your dog eat your homework?
 
Pure said:
Well, at least the jpg's i'd printed on the glossy 8.5 x 11 photo stock.

I'd stashed them on my desk under some other papers, but i guess because i'd handled them so often (without experiencing any desires, of course) they had their own special aroma. Anyway he'd pulled them off my desk and they were lying face up on the floor, and he was licking them. He looked up kind of guiltily, but I couldn't punish the handsome, well-endowed guy.

So things are very awkward between us. It's as if he's expecting punishment, but can't resist an occasional look or sniff in the direction of my desk, and I'm falling all over myself to say, "Look, guy, I'd never do any of that stuff, esp. to you. Certainly not without checking it out and getting consent."

He's still eager for his walk, but i feel the eyes of the neighbors on us. Do they know what he's found out? I guess it's just me thinking, "They must think i'm a world class pervert." I suppose all i can do is hope the passage of time mends this upset, though any suggestions would be welcome. :devil:


You had better try to do something fast. Maybe make a nice dinner. Sirloin tips lightly roasted with a gravy train sauce, with strawberry covered milk bones for dessert. Put on an old Lassie show on the T.V. and let him sit in the recliner while you lay on the floor.

Dogs talk to each other, you may have heard it, sounds like "bark, bark" but in doggie language they are saying all kinds of shit. You may find yourself approached by well endowed boy dogs, and well endowed female dogs (?) all the time. Can you imagine the embarassment of walking down the street with a dozen dogs all trying to stick thier noses up your butt, which makes the nieghbors wonder where the hell you have been.

Buy him some toys, fuck no, not that kind. Get him a new ball to fetch and stuffs like that. Maybe he will calm down and forget about this, or you could wake up in the middle of the night ..............................

:p
 
You should try to reason with him, talk it out. He's probably shocked that there is even such a thing as bestiality rather than that you enjoy it, however vicariously.

Let him accidentally find a tape or DVD playing concerning your other 'interests' such as 'Kerala girls' or 'Anime transexuals' and then he may realise that the photographs are just a small part of your rich and varied peccadiloes.
 
femininity said:
pussy

pussy is always good :cathappy:

I'll second that....a meal unto itself, but good with things on the side as well.

honey, chocolate, another pussy. Mmmm Hmmmm....finger licking good.
:p :catroar:
 
Alpo, Shmalpo

You only have one choice now. You need to satisfy his (and your) curiosity.

A small room, your aroused aroma stirring both of your primitive, primal lust. You're growing wetness matching the bulge in his sheath...
 
Jammies! Be Carefull!

Don't hide your spiral notebooks in your lingerie drawer- you'll never walk comfortably again! :eek:
 
Bury the dog already. You can always get a new dog - one even more well endowed than the ol' dog.
 
Stella_Omega said:
Don't hide your spiral notebooks in your lingerie drawer- you'll never walk comfortably again! :eek:
If I didn't sputter juice at Pure's post, I sure did now.
 
Is it time for the spiked collars and chains?

K-9 BDSM?

Sadomascotisim?

A new story category?

Just wonderin'.

Peace.
 
Sadomascotisim? :confused:

I hope it's the College Mascot.... High School might be a little young....... ;) :D

Talk about a plot bunny...... :devil: :p :D
 
Why are parody threads so funny?

Of course, the title was what made me laugh the hardest, sort of like a lot of onion articles.
 
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LDYou had better try to do something fast. Maybe make a nice dinner. Sirloin tips lightly roasted with a gravy train sauce, with strawberry covered milk bones for dessert. Put on an old Lassie show on the T.V. and let him sit in the recliner while you lay on the floor.

P: my thoughts had run along similar lines and both last night and tonight it was Lassie re-runs. they don't seems to have calmed him, for every time the boy hugs lassie and says, "I love you Lassie," he looks over at me with this soulful expression. Is he perhaps musing over what could never be? (I'm allergic to the chicken in most dogfoods.) Sometimes I think it is longing, but then why doesn't he approach me? I mean for affection because as Roxanne says, hardly anyone really wants such things as were pictured, and believe me I dogn't. Then the wild idea swept me that maybe it was consent, which scares me, for IF i ever got caught up in such a thing i'd be headed straight for Hell. God, what is happening? :confused:

PS. Oh. My. God.
I just went for a break upstairs. He was in the den (appropriate, yes). I don't know how he got his paw on the controls or if it's the hand of the devil, but he was watching a videotape of "The Hound of the Baskervilles."
 
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I agree with Gauchecritic, you need to talk this out with him. Tell him it's just fiction. Look Steven King wrote about rabid dogs tearing people apart and you know he'd never do that to you any more than you would do this to (him/her?) At any rate, you can't just let this fester between the two of you. Speak to one another, speak.
 
I would suggest a long flea-and-tick shampoo bath, combined with a lot of massaging (on the back and forelegs, of course).

"Oh, Doggy, you must be so confused. Here I am, writing such disgusting smut, you must think it is a hallmark of my desire for you."

"Arooo . . . ."

"Yes, I know, Doggy . . . but you have to understand, this is fiction. I'm testing myself as a writer, and nothing more."

"Hrrmmm?"

"It's just writing, just art . . . say, like when you're peeing in the snow and trying to make those clever little designs . . . or when you chase after the ball and drop it five feet from me so I have to reach for it . . . it's just an exercise in boundaries."

"Grrrr . . . ."

"Now, now, Doggy . . . Doggy? Doggy! Ow! Ouch! Yahh! Stop that! Stop! St-- arggh! AHHH! D-Doggy! D-d-dont! N-not there! Oh, dear God, please! No, d-don't -- agghhh!!!! . . . ."
 
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