Hotstud1000
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Re: I know it was probably wrong......
Sounds fantastic...Did he knot in you...How long did it take for the knot to go down...Email me and I will share a true story with you..
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Sounds fantastic...Did he knot in you...How long did it take for the knot to go down...Email me and I will share a true story with you..
RHG1000@aol.com.
clit_licker30
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A hot one
chewbacca71
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Cute picture, Clitlicker, very cute. Chewey
Florida Female excited by dog sex fantasy
Hello everyone,
Getting wet just by posting on this thread. Had an unsuccessful experience with a dog when I was 12 or 13. Got excited by the red tip sticking out of my labs black furry sheath.
I gently rubbed it and made it grow. Then offered myself to him, but he seemed confused as to what to do. I didn't know how to help him and was terrified at the thought of getting caught by my mother!!!! Now when I think of the experience and rub my clit I have the most exhilirating orgasms. Keep the stories coming so I can cum!!!
I also just ordered a dog sex video online. When it comes I'll be sure to tell you all about it and how to get one for yourself.
Sweetator
Hello everyone,
Getting wet just by posting on this thread. Had an unsuccessful experience with a dog when I was 12 or 13. Got excited by the red tip sticking out of my labs black furry sheath.
I gently rubbed it and made it grow. Then offered myself to him, but he seemed confused as to what to do. I didn't know how to help him and was terrified at the thought of getting caught by my mother!!!! Now when I think of the experience and rub my clit I have the most exhilirating orgasms. Keep the stories coming so I can cum!!!
I also just ordered a dog sex video online. When it comes I'll be sure to tell you all about it and how to get one for yourself. Sweetator
k-monstar-fck-9
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hi all
HI, from south fla here and have some experiance --wld love to talk to couples or ladies that share an interest in this subject---especially those in south fla--take care and enjoy each other
HI, from south fla here and have some experiance --wld love to talk to couples or ladies that share an interest in this subject---especially those in south fla--take care and enjoy each other
Re: I know it was probably wrong......
What a story. If you would like to tell about the next time that your dog fucked you I would love to hear it. I haven't had a dog fuck me (because I only have a snall one) but would love to hear about your experiences and thoughts.
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What a story. If you would like to tell about the next time that your dog fucked you I would love to hear it. I haven't had a dog fuck me (because I only have a snall one) but would love to hear about your experiences and thoughts.
blackie
would love to hear more about you and blackie e-mail sayhey30@hotmail.com looking to hear froom you soon
would love to hear more about you and blackie e-mail sayhey30@hotmail.com looking to hear froom you soon
k-monstar-fck-9
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quiet?
nobody talking in a while?
nobody talking in a while?
Mandy
Mandy:
E-Mail me with your story mattbowen@dcemail.com I would love to hear all about you and your dog.
Mandy:
E-Mail me with your story mattbowen@dcemail.com I would love to hear all about you and your dog.
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hey mandy, PM me your newest story. i've always been confused why women love dogs just as much as men.
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Bestiality
Me and my wife have always fantasized about bestiality for a couple of years now...We would greatly appreciate it if you can share your stories with us...rdcarlos@hotmail.com
Thanks
Me and my wife have always fantasized about bestiality for a couple of years now...We would greatly appreciate it if you can share your stories with us...rdcarlos@hotmail.com
Thanks
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Re: One story here.
Jesus Fucking Christ. This is going to be in the back of my head now everytime I meet a girl. She ain't one of them doglovers, is she? Just what I needed. I'm paranoid enough as it is.
Sorry. Guess I'm just old fashioned.
Jesus Fucking Christ. This is going to be in the back of my head now everytime I meet a girl. She ain't one of them doglovers, is she? Just what I needed. I'm paranoid enough as it is.
Sorry. Guess I'm just old fashioned.
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Try this...
Perhaps you might like to read this account of a woman who really liked to make it with her golden retriever.
A Woman's View
Ever since my first story, the true account of a love episode with my golden retriever Mike called "Letter from Don," appeared here earlier this year, I've received many queries from both men and women. Those that are sincere want to know more about what it's like to have a canine lover, a very sexual male dog in my life as well as periodically in my body. All I can give is one woman's feelings and point of view, not pretending to speak for anybody else or try to convert anybody to my lifestyle or way of thinking.
When I first began "adventuring" with male dogs, the experience was so new, at first sort of frightening but soon so raw and exciting that I became quite promiscuous, which I had never been with men. I seemed to crave and become addicted to the total passion that a lustful dog can put into intercourse. I'm afraid I coupled at times with some pretty ragged looking canines just because I was desperate for sex and they were easy to attract. That period didn't last very long; despite the condition of some of my partners, I never once experienced a "female problem" or vaginal infection. Most dogs, I learned, are vastly cleaner than most men in the parts that count. Today, though, I'm quite faithful to Mike -- and occasionally Mr. Banter, a black Lab-shepherd mix owned by a friend. My eyes are always open, though. I love to visit kennels just to ogle the male dogs and fantasize a bit.
This happens because, unless you are a woman who has been mated and tightly tied to a loving dog, feeling the intensity and passion of his thrusting haunches upon you and his hot surges and squirts deep in your belly, you cannot begin to know the feelings he engenders in you. Once this happens to a woman, never again can she view a male dog as just a pet or subservient beast. She knows what he can do, how wonderfully warm and totally female he can make her feel. She can never again condescend to a dog in word or action. Even a strange male dog can affect her with a sense of respect, almost awe, even when no sex is desired or anticipated from him.
And male dogs do respond to us as females, don't think they don't. For one thing, they can smell us and very quickly detect the state of our sexual readiness. Many times when visiting a kennel and being rather stirred by viewing some of the handsome males, I've noticed them become erect when I'm near (when they do, of course, I yearn to pleasure them with my mouth, at least, but seldom can on account of the damn fences). An intelligent male dog often seems to know more about a woman in certain ways than she knows about him. And if a woman puts forth only a little effort to accommodate his own particular sexual needs, he will reward her with hours of sexual bliss.
Here's another thing. I'm convinced that dog semen carries rich mixtures of hormones that can vitally affect a woman's body chemistry. I can only judge from my own experience and appearance, of course. I'm 32 years old, was always decent looking with fairly nice hips and breasts -- but since I started being a serious bitch with canines several years ago, my body seems to have really blossomed -- and not just in my own opinion. I also hear it from many acquaintances (with very few of whom I share the facts of my sex life). My complexion has become much smoother -- I'm often told I "glow" -- and my body curves seem fuller and rounder. My bras are a size larger, but I've added only a very few pounds in the past 4 years. I feel wonderful and energetic (sex with Mike is a workout!). My intuitive feeling is that the lovely juices from his balls that he delivers so copiously into me somehow stimulate and react with my own biochemical system, resulting in production of more female hormones that act in and upon my body.. Even my breath sometimes seems to taste of his semen when we have been together. (Once in awhile a man who kisses me full on the mouth has remarked on an "odd, not unpleasant taste," as one guy put it. Mike's very subtle taste may linger for 24 hours or so after I've been with him. Not many guys would want to kiss me again, I guess, if they knew the source of my occasional aroma.) I realize, however, that this opinion (of his physical effects on my body) may be slightly off the wall. But I'd adore to hear from any other woman out there who may be able to support this or comment about it from her own experience. This whole discussion on my part is mainly to emphasize that never has canine intercourse harmed me; indeed it has probably helped me in some pretty obvious ways.
When I come home from work in the evening, I always greet Mike on his level, drop to my hands and knees. We nose and lick and kiss (unless I've brought a guest home, in which case we just wrestle a bit). Sooner or later during this greeting, Mike lays a paw on my back. He knows never to mount me unless I'm totally nude and presenting my fanny to him, but this simple gesture of his conveys some heavy messages to both of us. It is his way of telling me -- and anybody else who is there (even if they don't understand the message) -- that I am his woman, that we are mates and lovers, and that he will always cherish and protect me. Whenever he does this, I feel my nipples rise and my heart melt, for I know he is remembering our times of intimacy together -- the times when, tied together so closely by his swollen penis knot and held so tightly around my waist by his strong forelegs, I pant and sob and give myself totally, my vaginal walls clasping and caressing and kissing his hardness in me, my climaxes peaking again and again against his lunging maleness. Yes, that's what goes through our minds when he lays his paw on me, and we look at each other deeply if only for a moment, sharing our intimate knowledge of each other. An observer seeing this, of course, remains completely unaware (I hope!!!) of the significance behind the gesture, just thinks it a cute dog thing.
We have our petty jealousies. Seeing a man kiss me or even shake hands with me may evoke a growl from Mike, seldom more. But I don't provoke him unnecessarily; if I'm entertaining a man, I usher Mike outside. As for me and my jealousy, I thought the rules didn't apply. But last year, a friend wanted to breed his female retriever Mandy and asked if I'd loan Mike for stud service. In a weak moment I agreed -- and when the day came and I took Mike over to Mandy's yard. I couldn't stay to watch them. I felt desolate, even bawled when I left them together. I hated that bitch Mandy, literally and quite irrationally. Jealousy? You bet. Ridiculous? Of course -- but that's how it goes once you have a stake in total intimacy.
One question I've been asked by some internet readers -- and one that I've often asked myself -- is, can a woman really be "in love" with a canine sexual partner in the same romantic way that she would be in love with a man or another woman. I confess that I have real mixed and changing feelings on this question. During my workaday life when I'm away from Mike, my feelings for him include adoration, respect, friendly and caring and sexy thoughts -- but romantic love? Not really. Yet on the other hand, during our most intimate moments when he ties me to him and our bodies become one wedded pulsing unit of passion, and the ecstasy of our union floods my being with such bliss -- at such times he becomes my king, my total joy, my utter love. Whether he is dog or god could make no difference to me, we are simply gloriously one, and the gifts he transfers to me from his beautiful body are unspeakably precious. And when he is clasping me so tightly, I sometimes turn my head over my shoulder to see his marvelous head, and I croon to him softly and he licks my smiling lips and tear-wet cheeks. And when I do this I often feel inside me, where he is, another powerful welling, more hot spurts and squirts that lead invariably to belly tremors, then an all-out, panting and weeping, head-thrashing, leg-kicking, breast-strutting, absolutely total shuddering orgasm that surges in waves from my belly to toes to fingers to nipples to earlobes and back and forth in electric rushes of pure radiant energy. And I know then how wondrous and glorious a thing it is to be fully female. At such times I have yearned for the true joining of sperm and egg in my womb, which of course can never happen. But I know at least that his reproductive cells bathe mine in a wonderful dance that I feel in every fibre of my being. So am I "in love" with him? At times it seems very much like it, to be sure. The whole thing seems outlandish only when he is not in view. Anyhow, again, I'd love to hear any thoughts or opinions that might help clarify my own thinking on this.
And I guess this is really all I have to say today. It's hardly a "story" as such, except as part of my ongoing saga. I'll delight to reply to anybody who has something interesting or meaningful to say to me. I won't respond, however, to rote "Hi babe, what's up?" drivel.
Fit To Be Tied
For a woman -- at least for this woman -- no more lustful, beautiful, or sexually fulfilling experience exists than being tied by a large male dog. By "tied," I mean the insertion of the dog's knot, the swollen area of his cock that swells even larger after insertion into the vagina. I have often written about this experience before (in "A Woman's View" series, etc.), but I'm never quite satisfied that I have described it the way it really is, the way I feel it and would like my readers to feel it. Being tied is such a wondrous way for a woman to be held, cherished, and totally possessed that I yearn to do justice to the experience, to explore and re-experience every nuance of the experience -- yet I'm not sure that this is even possible by way of words.
When I was a very young girl and awakening to my first feelings of sexual longings and possibilities, I never dreamed in my wildest fantasies that the overwhelming, utterly transporting and transcendent event of sexual orgasm could be such a totally life-changing, body-blossoming -- yes, and addictive -- explosion of growth and sensory awareness. I'm not saying that a man (or another woman) cannot bring this about in a woman. For me, however, it did not happen in all its joyous fullness until, in my late twenties, I began mating with canines.
Perhaps to place such emphasis upon the wonderful climax, the orgasm that shakes a woman to her roots and causes her to cry out in helpless irrationality to this wolf-like mammal that has entered her body and clasps her tightly, is a false emphasis. More than the orgasm, as shaking and earth-shattering an experience as that can be, it is the experience of being tied to a dog, the locking of loins, the total oneness with this beautiful four-footed creature that the knot-tie symbolizes and makes possible. That's the most of paradise on Earth that a woman (at least this woman) can handle.
Even for me, the sight of a woman and a dog copulating is one of the most beautifully haunting visions I ever hope to see. I love to watch some of my woman friends doing it, and I love to see myself in mirror or photograph doing it. This sexual coming together of two unique individuals and species moves me so intensely that I invariably shed a tear. The happiness and pleasure they lavish on each other just overflows. For the women I know who have opened themselves (literally!) to this experience, there was never better, more abandoned sex than this -- nor more feelings of sweetness and emotional closeness than with a canine partner. So many women have told me, "Nan, this is the level of sensual, passionate, emotional experience I had sought all my life in sexual relationships, and now I at last I find that it is real, it is heaven." Others tell me, "I now know what a real and physical love relationship is all about." Yes, some have sneered at these women and myself for claiming such supposedly "perverted nonsense" as the truth. And to such people our "bestial" relationships may indeed look like something unholy and perverted. All I can say is, they haven't been tied as we have to the animal kingdom in a bond of utter love and lust, and so they cannot know whereof they speak. More than ever, I am convinced that male dogs and women have a special though often repressed affinity for each other, as I have written in a previous posting. I have seen too many women all but present themselves sexually and symbolically to male dogs to believe otherwise. Often a woman will not even be aware of her behaviors around a male dog -- behaviors that shine most obviously to a woman who recognizes the feelings that lie behind such obvious "flirting." And I think it's a lovely and wonderful and endearing tendency we share as women, this longing -- repressed though it often is -- to hold these fiercely beautiful predatory creatures, loving and subdued at last, in our bodies' clasp, surrendering our female hearts and bodies to the tie, the wondrous physical tie between us.
I can best illustrate these feelings, I guess, by describing a recent transcendent experience of sex that I had with Mike, my golden retriever and partner of some six years. As such, it wasn't that unusual an experience for us -- yet its very "everydayness" surely gives some inkling of the truly boundary-shattering type of loving that has, for us, become almost conventional. In the many accounts I have read in White Shadow and other places of the dog-woman sexual experience (most of them, I realize, are probably fantasy), the author very quickly cuts to the climactic scene -- but in real life, I find the foreplay experience between my dog and myself to be wondrously erotic.
Last Friday night I came home from work quite tired after an exhausting day and week. Mike greeted me as I entered the house, bathed my face in tongue greeting -- and suddenly my fatigue vanished. It was just me and him -- him eyeing me and tugging at my slacks, me caressing his fur, beginning to pant slightly, feeling my nipples rise, a sudden dampness between my legs. He knows my slightest movement, all my odors, what they all signify, and the language between us. He knows. His cock, oh his beautiful monster, is already half exposed, hanging out beneath his belly. I don't know how he makes me so hot, but he does. I'm stripping off my clothes and kissing him, sucking his tongue. He is dancing foot-to-foot, strutting, impatient to mate, wanting me with all his canine intensity. His desire for me fuels my own need; I love to be wanted like this. His big purple cock laced with dilated vessels -- how can I possibly take it, I always wonder -- drips juice as my scents season the air. He smells my ripe readiness, and on all fours I strut out my butt, can't help it when he's so close. I quickly glove his forelegs with socks to guard my back and sides from his passion on me, and he prances and licks and whines, knowing totally what this means and promises, his big thing bouncing under him, flicking penis juices on my hands. I lick off his "raindrops," then just briefly mouth the end of his now-very-hard cock and feel a lovely squirt of hot, so-slippery pre-cum against my tongue. I swallow it and smile at him.
Then I tease. I bitch-strut the room, thrusting my breasts and butt -- it feels so good to do this, wantonly, openly, letting go all the repressions of the day and week, becoming woman in ways I don't dare to do in the dress-up world I inhabit day-in day-out. Mike is so steamed up that his beautiful muscular haunches are involuntarily thrusting in the air. I eye his lovely balls, they look so heavy and full. I dance around him, feeling hot and flushed, my nipples itching, my wetness beginning to stream down my thighs. I kneel. Mike circles me and paws my bottom in his lovely gesture of familiarity and matehood. He nuzzles my bottom, my vagina. I feel his little snorts of breath as he inhales the breath of my womanhood, kisses my labia with his tongue, sending ripples and shudders all the way to my scalp.
I wiggle my butt to break the spell -- still teasing -- turn around, and take his beautiful cock, long and slick, into my hands. I caress it lightly, so hot and rigid in my hands. An odor emanates from it, a very sexual musky odor that permeates my membranes, erects goosebumps on my face and neck and breasts, makes me moan. His pheromones, his hormones meeting mine. I lick the hard, hot length of it and again sip its trickling tip. If this is forbidden taste, I am a lost soul! I caress the length of his cock with my lips, and then make a wet, warm tube of my mouth, embracing his warm, trembling body in my arms. His wetness fills my mouth, overflows onto my chin and cheeks. His odor fills my nostrils, inflames me to my core, and I become conscious of a feeling of hollowness deep in my belly.
I can smell myself too, feel the sopping wetness between my legs, drenching my pubic hair, coating my upper thighs. I can't control my sighs and moans. I kiss his mouth, give him mine, and lick his wet tongue. Then his tongue is in my mouth, sliding, slick, moving inside my cheeks, tasting his own penis juices, spilling his saliva till it bubbles from my lips. It is time.
I turn on all fours and present to him, lifting my rear, spreading my knees. He mounts my back, and his haunches grind against my hips. A fountain of pre-cum erupts against my vagina and splatters on my thighs. He surges against me so strongly that my teeth shake. Very quickly (he no longer needs my hand guidance) his hot hardness is in me. My nipples look absurdly large, feel ready to burst; my breasts itch and tingle, feelings accentuated by the pressure of his forelegs against my sides.
Something feels electric in my very core. I shift my butt, and he grasps me tighter, his haunches slapping my rear. I feel his knot slide into me, wet sucking sounds, and then his dark-furred balls are pressing against my labia, his knot pulsing and swelling in my vagina. We are one organism now, tight clasped male and female, a dog and a woman doing their age-old creative dance together. He fountains my excitement and I feel my head thrashing, feel a drool of his saliva on the back of my neck, his furred chest weighing on me -- and inside me, a sensation of surging, jetting heat, rousing little prickles and tickles and sudden hot flushes so deep inside.
I hear myself moaning, like sounds somehow outside myself, almost a frenzy of sounds. My pleasure is so intense it verges on pain. The pressure of his love clasp between my legs mounts. I shift against him again, and his response is to grasp me even tighter, and I feel another hot, internal surge so forceful that it makes me gasp. I feel big with him, so utterly carnal and ravished, yet feel that this is so "right," somehow, this big dog locked into my body and pouring his seed, literally erupting semen into my system, internally bathing me with his precious reproductive fluids. What I am feeling, I know, is the sexual happiness of a woman -- call it ecstasy, bliss, what you will -- but it feels so right, so beautiful that this is happening. I don't know what my lover makes of my moanings and head tossings beneath him, but he is surely used to them by now, and I want to convey to him somehow -- yes, to this dog -- the intense pleasure he is giving me. I want him to feel my body as a marvelous kiss of his own, a lovely caress and licking and fondling of the beautiful penis and knot I hold in me. I yearn, I ache to give him back an ounce of the pleasure he lavishes in me, and my hands move to my sides where I clasp his mittened paws and caress the strong forelegs embracing me. I reach an arm behind my shoulder, caressing his lovely head. Weeping, I whisper, whisper words of such intimacy, words that cannot here be revealed, words that surely few humans have ever uttered to an animal, at least in this day and age. But I am a woman, and he is my lover, and he has tied me to him.
This "revere" basking period sometimes lasts for -- how can I say how long, time becomes the last thing on my mind. But it has a duration, and the sweetness of it is simply indescribable. It is the part of intercourse that joy between the sexes was meant to be, surely.
But sooner or later I feel the sensation of a large, sputtering fuse in me, scattering sparks and bits of hot metallic spray. I feel explosion imminent. I pant, inhaling huge gasps of air as my orgasm wells up and begins. The heat of his organ, the sizzling sensation like lava squirting and shooting, overwhelm me, and I feel my entire "interior self" gathering, gathering, then seizing, seizing. I hear a scream -- it's me! -- and I'm suddenly a mass of trembles and shudders and shocks and buzzes and vaginal farts and grabbing sensations. rising, rising -- and then waves, seismic shocks, radial tsunamis, thundering breakers, rolling out in all directions from my center, raising my scalp, goose fleshing my toes, spasming my feet up and down against the floor, jerking me like a marionette within the still-tight clasp of his marvelous paws.
And so, climax. But there is more than that. More that is quieter, full of smiles and caresses and tongues and the warmth of our bodies pressed close, my nipple itch buried in his chest fur. We together, Mike and Nan. Separate beings, yes -- but not always and not for too long apart.
It is wonderful to share such experiences with readers who are receptive and can sympathize or empathize with what such experiences can be.
Perhaps you might like to read this account of a woman who really liked to make it with her golden retriever.
A Woman's View
Ever since my first story, the true account of a love episode with my golden retriever Mike called "Letter from Don," appeared here earlier this year, I've received many queries from both men and women. Those that are sincere want to know more about what it's like to have a canine lover, a very sexual male dog in my life as well as periodically in my body. All I can give is one woman's feelings and point of view, not pretending to speak for anybody else or try to convert anybody to my lifestyle or way of thinking.
When I first began "adventuring" with male dogs, the experience was so new, at first sort of frightening but soon so raw and exciting that I became quite promiscuous, which I had never been with men. I seemed to crave and become addicted to the total passion that a lustful dog can put into intercourse. I'm afraid I coupled at times with some pretty ragged looking canines just because I was desperate for sex and they were easy to attract. That period didn't last very long; despite the condition of some of my partners, I never once experienced a "female problem" or vaginal infection. Most dogs, I learned, are vastly cleaner than most men in the parts that count. Today, though, I'm quite faithful to Mike -- and occasionally Mr. Banter, a black Lab-shepherd mix owned by a friend. My eyes are always open, though. I love to visit kennels just to ogle the male dogs and fantasize a bit.
This happens because, unless you are a woman who has been mated and tightly tied to a loving dog, feeling the intensity and passion of his thrusting haunches upon you and his hot surges and squirts deep in your belly, you cannot begin to know the feelings he engenders in you. Once this happens to a woman, never again can she view a male dog as just a pet or subservient beast. She knows what he can do, how wonderfully warm and totally female he can make her feel. She can never again condescend to a dog in word or action. Even a strange male dog can affect her with a sense of respect, almost awe, even when no sex is desired or anticipated from him.
And male dogs do respond to us as females, don't think they don't. For one thing, they can smell us and very quickly detect the state of our sexual readiness. Many times when visiting a kennel and being rather stirred by viewing some of the handsome males, I've noticed them become erect when I'm near (when they do, of course, I yearn to pleasure them with my mouth, at least, but seldom can on account of the damn fences). An intelligent male dog often seems to know more about a woman in certain ways than she knows about him. And if a woman puts forth only a little effort to accommodate his own particular sexual needs, he will reward her with hours of sexual bliss.
Here's another thing. I'm convinced that dog semen carries rich mixtures of hormones that can vitally affect a woman's body chemistry. I can only judge from my own experience and appearance, of course. I'm 32 years old, was always decent looking with fairly nice hips and breasts -- but since I started being a serious bitch with canines several years ago, my body seems to have really blossomed -- and not just in my own opinion. I also hear it from many acquaintances (with very few of whom I share the facts of my sex life). My complexion has become much smoother -- I'm often told I "glow" -- and my body curves seem fuller and rounder. My bras are a size larger, but I've added only a very few pounds in the past 4 years. I feel wonderful and energetic (sex with Mike is a workout!). My intuitive feeling is that the lovely juices from his balls that he delivers so copiously into me somehow stimulate and react with my own biochemical system, resulting in production of more female hormones that act in and upon my body.. Even my breath sometimes seems to taste of his semen when we have been together. (Once in awhile a man who kisses me full on the mouth has remarked on an "odd, not unpleasant taste," as one guy put it. Mike's very subtle taste may linger for 24 hours or so after I've been with him. Not many guys would want to kiss me again, I guess, if they knew the source of my occasional aroma.) I realize, however, that this opinion (of his physical effects on my body) may be slightly off the wall. But I'd adore to hear from any other woman out there who may be able to support this or comment about it from her own experience. This whole discussion on my part is mainly to emphasize that never has canine intercourse harmed me; indeed it has probably helped me in some pretty obvious ways.
When I come home from work in the evening, I always greet Mike on his level, drop to my hands and knees. We nose and lick and kiss (unless I've brought a guest home, in which case we just wrestle a bit). Sooner or later during this greeting, Mike lays a paw on my back. He knows never to mount me unless I'm totally nude and presenting my fanny to him, but this simple gesture of his conveys some heavy messages to both of us. It is his way of telling me -- and anybody else who is there (even if they don't understand the message) -- that I am his woman, that we are mates and lovers, and that he will always cherish and protect me. Whenever he does this, I feel my nipples rise and my heart melt, for I know he is remembering our times of intimacy together -- the times when, tied together so closely by his swollen penis knot and held so tightly around my waist by his strong forelegs, I pant and sob and give myself totally, my vaginal walls clasping and caressing and kissing his hardness in me, my climaxes peaking again and again against his lunging maleness. Yes, that's what goes through our minds when he lays his paw on me, and we look at each other deeply if only for a moment, sharing our intimate knowledge of each other. An observer seeing this, of course, remains completely unaware (I hope!!!) of the significance behind the gesture, just thinks it a cute dog thing.
We have our petty jealousies. Seeing a man kiss me or even shake hands with me may evoke a growl from Mike, seldom more. But I don't provoke him unnecessarily; if I'm entertaining a man, I usher Mike outside. As for me and my jealousy, I thought the rules didn't apply. But last year, a friend wanted to breed his female retriever Mandy and asked if I'd loan Mike for stud service. In a weak moment I agreed -- and when the day came and I took Mike over to Mandy's yard. I couldn't stay to watch them. I felt desolate, even bawled when I left them together. I hated that bitch Mandy, literally and quite irrationally. Jealousy? You bet. Ridiculous? Of course -- but that's how it goes once you have a stake in total intimacy.
One question I've been asked by some internet readers -- and one that I've often asked myself -- is, can a woman really be "in love" with a canine sexual partner in the same romantic way that she would be in love with a man or another woman. I confess that I have real mixed and changing feelings on this question. During my workaday life when I'm away from Mike, my feelings for him include adoration, respect, friendly and caring and sexy thoughts -- but romantic love? Not really. Yet on the other hand, during our most intimate moments when he ties me to him and our bodies become one wedded pulsing unit of passion, and the ecstasy of our union floods my being with such bliss -- at such times he becomes my king, my total joy, my utter love. Whether he is dog or god could make no difference to me, we are simply gloriously one, and the gifts he transfers to me from his beautiful body are unspeakably precious. And when he is clasping me so tightly, I sometimes turn my head over my shoulder to see his marvelous head, and I croon to him softly and he licks my smiling lips and tear-wet cheeks. And when I do this I often feel inside me, where he is, another powerful welling, more hot spurts and squirts that lead invariably to belly tremors, then an all-out, panting and weeping, head-thrashing, leg-kicking, breast-strutting, absolutely total shuddering orgasm that surges in waves from my belly to toes to fingers to nipples to earlobes and back and forth in electric rushes of pure radiant energy. And I know then how wondrous and glorious a thing it is to be fully female. At such times I have yearned for the true joining of sperm and egg in my womb, which of course can never happen. But I know at least that his reproductive cells bathe mine in a wonderful dance that I feel in every fibre of my being. So am I "in love" with him? At times it seems very much like it, to be sure. The whole thing seems outlandish only when he is not in view. Anyhow, again, I'd love to hear any thoughts or opinions that might help clarify my own thinking on this.
And I guess this is really all I have to say today. It's hardly a "story" as such, except as part of my ongoing saga. I'll delight to reply to anybody who has something interesting or meaningful to say to me. I won't respond, however, to rote "Hi babe, what's up?" drivel.
Fit To Be Tied
For a woman -- at least for this woman -- no more lustful, beautiful, or sexually fulfilling experience exists than being tied by a large male dog. By "tied," I mean the insertion of the dog's knot, the swollen area of his cock that swells even larger after insertion into the vagina. I have often written about this experience before (in "A Woman's View" series, etc.), but I'm never quite satisfied that I have described it the way it really is, the way I feel it and would like my readers to feel it. Being tied is such a wondrous way for a woman to be held, cherished, and totally possessed that I yearn to do justice to the experience, to explore and re-experience every nuance of the experience -- yet I'm not sure that this is even possible by way of words.
When I was a very young girl and awakening to my first feelings of sexual longings and possibilities, I never dreamed in my wildest fantasies that the overwhelming, utterly transporting and transcendent event of sexual orgasm could be such a totally life-changing, body-blossoming -- yes, and addictive -- explosion of growth and sensory awareness. I'm not saying that a man (or another woman) cannot bring this about in a woman. For me, however, it did not happen in all its joyous fullness until, in my late twenties, I began mating with canines.
Perhaps to place such emphasis upon the wonderful climax, the orgasm that shakes a woman to her roots and causes her to cry out in helpless irrationality to this wolf-like mammal that has entered her body and clasps her tightly, is a false emphasis. More than the orgasm, as shaking and earth-shattering an experience as that can be, it is the experience of being tied to a dog, the locking of loins, the total oneness with this beautiful four-footed creature that the knot-tie symbolizes and makes possible. That's the most of paradise on Earth that a woman (at least this woman) can handle.
Even for me, the sight of a woman and a dog copulating is one of the most beautifully haunting visions I ever hope to see. I love to watch some of my woman friends doing it, and I love to see myself in mirror or photograph doing it. This sexual coming together of two unique individuals and species moves me so intensely that I invariably shed a tear. The happiness and pleasure they lavish on each other just overflows. For the women I know who have opened themselves (literally!) to this experience, there was never better, more abandoned sex than this -- nor more feelings of sweetness and emotional closeness than with a canine partner. So many women have told me, "Nan, this is the level of sensual, passionate, emotional experience I had sought all my life in sexual relationships, and now I at last I find that it is real, it is heaven." Others tell me, "I now know what a real and physical love relationship is all about." Yes, some have sneered at these women and myself for claiming such supposedly "perverted nonsense" as the truth. And to such people our "bestial" relationships may indeed look like something unholy and perverted. All I can say is, they haven't been tied as we have to the animal kingdom in a bond of utter love and lust, and so they cannot know whereof they speak. More than ever, I am convinced that male dogs and women have a special though often repressed affinity for each other, as I have written in a previous posting. I have seen too many women all but present themselves sexually and symbolically to male dogs to believe otherwise. Often a woman will not even be aware of her behaviors around a male dog -- behaviors that shine most obviously to a woman who recognizes the feelings that lie behind such obvious "flirting." And I think it's a lovely and wonderful and endearing tendency we share as women, this longing -- repressed though it often is -- to hold these fiercely beautiful predatory creatures, loving and subdued at last, in our bodies' clasp, surrendering our female hearts and bodies to the tie, the wondrous physical tie between us.
I can best illustrate these feelings, I guess, by describing a recent transcendent experience of sex that I had with Mike, my golden retriever and partner of some six years. As such, it wasn't that unusual an experience for us -- yet its very "everydayness" surely gives some inkling of the truly boundary-shattering type of loving that has, for us, become almost conventional. In the many accounts I have read in White Shadow and other places of the dog-woman sexual experience (most of them, I realize, are probably fantasy), the author very quickly cuts to the climactic scene -- but in real life, I find the foreplay experience between my dog and myself to be wondrously erotic.
Last Friday night I came home from work quite tired after an exhausting day and week. Mike greeted me as I entered the house, bathed my face in tongue greeting -- and suddenly my fatigue vanished. It was just me and him -- him eyeing me and tugging at my slacks, me caressing his fur, beginning to pant slightly, feeling my nipples rise, a sudden dampness between my legs. He knows my slightest movement, all my odors, what they all signify, and the language between us. He knows. His cock, oh his beautiful monster, is already half exposed, hanging out beneath his belly. I don't know how he makes me so hot, but he does. I'm stripping off my clothes and kissing him, sucking his tongue. He is dancing foot-to-foot, strutting, impatient to mate, wanting me with all his canine intensity. His desire for me fuels my own need; I love to be wanted like this. His big purple cock laced with dilated vessels -- how can I possibly take it, I always wonder -- drips juice as my scents season the air. He smells my ripe readiness, and on all fours I strut out my butt, can't help it when he's so close. I quickly glove his forelegs with socks to guard my back and sides from his passion on me, and he prances and licks and whines, knowing totally what this means and promises, his big thing bouncing under him, flicking penis juices on my hands. I lick off his "raindrops," then just briefly mouth the end of his now-very-hard cock and feel a lovely squirt of hot, so-slippery pre-cum against my tongue. I swallow it and smile at him.
Then I tease. I bitch-strut the room, thrusting my breasts and butt -- it feels so good to do this, wantonly, openly, letting go all the repressions of the day and week, becoming woman in ways I don't dare to do in the dress-up world I inhabit day-in day-out. Mike is so steamed up that his beautiful muscular haunches are involuntarily thrusting in the air. I eye his lovely balls, they look so heavy and full. I dance around him, feeling hot and flushed, my nipples itching, my wetness beginning to stream down my thighs. I kneel. Mike circles me and paws my bottom in his lovely gesture of familiarity and matehood. He nuzzles my bottom, my vagina. I feel his little snorts of breath as he inhales the breath of my womanhood, kisses my labia with his tongue, sending ripples and shudders all the way to my scalp.
I wiggle my butt to break the spell -- still teasing -- turn around, and take his beautiful cock, long and slick, into my hands. I caress it lightly, so hot and rigid in my hands. An odor emanates from it, a very sexual musky odor that permeates my membranes, erects goosebumps on my face and neck and breasts, makes me moan. His pheromones, his hormones meeting mine. I lick the hard, hot length of it and again sip its trickling tip. If this is forbidden taste, I am a lost soul! I caress the length of his cock with my lips, and then make a wet, warm tube of my mouth, embracing his warm, trembling body in my arms. His wetness fills my mouth, overflows onto my chin and cheeks. His odor fills my nostrils, inflames me to my core, and I become conscious of a feeling of hollowness deep in my belly.
I can smell myself too, feel the sopping wetness between my legs, drenching my pubic hair, coating my upper thighs. I can't control my sighs and moans. I kiss his mouth, give him mine, and lick his wet tongue. Then his tongue is in my mouth, sliding, slick, moving inside my cheeks, tasting his own penis juices, spilling his saliva till it bubbles from my lips. It is time.
I turn on all fours and present to him, lifting my rear, spreading my knees. He mounts my back, and his haunches grind against my hips. A fountain of pre-cum erupts against my vagina and splatters on my thighs. He surges against me so strongly that my teeth shake. Very quickly (he no longer needs my hand guidance) his hot hardness is in me. My nipples look absurdly large, feel ready to burst; my breasts itch and tingle, feelings accentuated by the pressure of his forelegs against my sides.
Something feels electric in my very core. I shift my butt, and he grasps me tighter, his haunches slapping my rear. I feel his knot slide into me, wet sucking sounds, and then his dark-furred balls are pressing against my labia, his knot pulsing and swelling in my vagina. We are one organism now, tight clasped male and female, a dog and a woman doing their age-old creative dance together. He fountains my excitement and I feel my head thrashing, feel a drool of his saliva on the back of my neck, his furred chest weighing on me -- and inside me, a sensation of surging, jetting heat, rousing little prickles and tickles and sudden hot flushes so deep inside.
I hear myself moaning, like sounds somehow outside myself, almost a frenzy of sounds. My pleasure is so intense it verges on pain. The pressure of his love clasp between my legs mounts. I shift against him again, and his response is to grasp me even tighter, and I feel another hot, internal surge so forceful that it makes me gasp. I feel big with him, so utterly carnal and ravished, yet feel that this is so "right," somehow, this big dog locked into my body and pouring his seed, literally erupting semen into my system, internally bathing me with his precious reproductive fluids. What I am feeling, I know, is the sexual happiness of a woman -- call it ecstasy, bliss, what you will -- but it feels so right, so beautiful that this is happening. I don't know what my lover makes of my moanings and head tossings beneath him, but he is surely used to them by now, and I want to convey to him somehow -- yes, to this dog -- the intense pleasure he is giving me. I want him to feel my body as a marvelous kiss of his own, a lovely caress and licking and fondling of the beautiful penis and knot I hold in me. I yearn, I ache to give him back an ounce of the pleasure he lavishes in me, and my hands move to my sides where I clasp his mittened paws and caress the strong forelegs embracing me. I reach an arm behind my shoulder, caressing his lovely head. Weeping, I whisper, whisper words of such intimacy, words that cannot here be revealed, words that surely few humans have ever uttered to an animal, at least in this day and age. But I am a woman, and he is my lover, and he has tied me to him.
This "revere" basking period sometimes lasts for -- how can I say how long, time becomes the last thing on my mind. But it has a duration, and the sweetness of it is simply indescribable. It is the part of intercourse that joy between the sexes was meant to be, surely.
But sooner or later I feel the sensation of a large, sputtering fuse in me, scattering sparks and bits of hot metallic spray. I feel explosion imminent. I pant, inhaling huge gasps of air as my orgasm wells up and begins. The heat of his organ, the sizzling sensation like lava squirting and shooting, overwhelm me, and I feel my entire "interior self" gathering, gathering, then seizing, seizing. I hear a scream -- it's me! -- and I'm suddenly a mass of trembles and shudders and shocks and buzzes and vaginal farts and grabbing sensations. rising, rising -- and then waves, seismic shocks, radial tsunamis, thundering breakers, rolling out in all directions from my center, raising my scalp, goose fleshing my toes, spasming my feet up and down against the floor, jerking me like a marionette within the still-tight clasp of his marvelous paws.
And so, climax. But there is more than that. More that is quieter, full of smiles and caresses and tongues and the warmth of our bodies pressed close, my nipple itch buried in his chest fur. We together, Mike and Nan. Separate beings, yes -- but not always and not for too long apart.
It is wonderful to share such experiences with readers who are receptive and can sympathize or empathize with what such experiences can be.
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tried a bit would like the rest(k9)
didnt know there were so many of you out there!
have had a little fun with k9 but was too young to try it all (oral only had a bitch licking us as we fucked)would love to chat email,swap and meet (uk london) for all i wished i could do now im a little older. anythinkonce at hotmail,com feel free to add me to your list...........c u soon
didnt know there were so many of you out there!
have had a little fun with k9 but was too young to try it all (oral only had a bitch licking us as we fucked)would love to chat email,swap and meet (uk london) for all i wished i could do now im a little older. anythinkonce at hotmail,com feel free to add me to your list...........c u soon
brianelane
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women who love doggies
Mandy I have tried it both ways. And for u muffdiver60, do you mean you have never seen it happen in real life. It is very arousing and erotic. I have witnessed women with their dogs and I have assisted on a number of occassions. I love to talk about it, If anyone is interested I can be reached by email on either of these two
brianelane@literotica.org or brianelane@yahoo.com
Mandy I have tried it both ways. And for u muffdiver60, do you mean you have never seen it happen in real life. It is very arousing and erotic. I have witnessed women with their dogs and I have assisted on a number of occassions. I love to talk about it, If anyone is interested I can be reached by email on either of these two
brianelane@literotica.org or brianelane@yahoo.com
katfish_47
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lets talk am very intereseted in ths subject would love to meet those that do it for real not just fantize about it
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hey mandy would love to talk what are u douing
Dik
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Mandy, I know a lot about the subject. e-mail me at dikjax@aol.comUnregistered said:
