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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. He continued thrusting a bit more and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he unloaded his cum into my ass. I kneel. Something feels electric in my very core.

Last Friday night I came home from work quite tired after an exhausting day and week. 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. I lick the hard, hot length of it and again sip its trickling tip. 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.

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. When I thought it was done and got up to walk, more came out. I'll delight to reply to anybody who has something interesting or meaningful to say to me. The happiness and pleasure they lavish on each other just overflows.

There I was Then something unexpected happened. He mounts my back, and his haunches grind against my hips. 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.

Very quickly he no longer needs my hand guidance his hot hardness is in me. I won't respond, however, to rote "Hi babe, what's up? I'm stripping off my clothes and kissing him, sucking his tongue. So many women have told me, erotic nights for gay men niort, 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.

His odor fills my nostrils, inflames me to my core, and I become conscious of a feeling of hollowness deep in my belly. 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.

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 was purposely not touching myself because I knew that as soon as I did I was going to cum. We were silent at first and then we began to talk about how amazing it was. 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.

I love to watch some of my woman friends doing it, and I love to see myself in mirror or photograph doing it. Mike circles me and paws my bottom in his lovely gesture of familiarity and matehood. 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.

Then I tease. Now when I started fooling around with this guy we had agreed this was going to be a friend's with benefits situation and that neither one of us was gay or attracted to men. And I know then how wondrous and glorious a thing it is to be fully female. I have practiced with dildos, fingers, and small cock-like veggies It was a full feeling in my ass with a little pressure, but also lots of pleasure.

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 was gripping the bed sheets and burying my face trying not to moan too loudly. I don't know how he makes me so hot, but he does. I reach down and began rubbing myself and I simply could not help but moan.

If this is forbidden taste, I am a lost soul! 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. For me, however, it did not happen in all its joyous fullness until, in my late twenties, I began mating with canines. Fit To Be Tied For a woman -- at least for this erotic nights for gay men niort -- no more lustful, beautiful, or sexually fulfilling experience exists than being tied by a large male dog.

Anyhow, again, I'd love to hear any thoughts or opinions that might help clarify my own thinking on this. His thrusts became a little harder, but he was pretty gentle the whole time. 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.

He is dancing foot-to-foot, strutting, impatient to mate, wanting me with all his canine intensity. And I guess this is really all I have to say today. His pheromones, his hormones meeting mine. 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 fantasythe 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.

But I know at least that his reproductive cells bathe mine in a wonderful dance that I feel in every fibre of my being. 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.

He felt heavy on top of me, not uncomfortable, it was a good, sexy feeling. Once he pressed his cock all the way in I was ready to orgasm. 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. So am I "in love" with him? This sexual coming together of two unique individuals and species moves erotic nights for gay men niort so intensely that I invariably shed a tear.

I was expecting pain based on everything I had read, erotic nights for gay men niort it wasn't painful at all. We are one organism now, tight clasped male and female, a dog and a woman doing their age-old creative dance together. I caress it lightly, so hot and rigid in my hands. His cum soon followed and began spilling out. He was moaning loudly and telling me how amazing my ass felt.

He helped wash me and I did the same for him. He surges against me so strongly that my teeth shake. The whole thing seems outlandish only when he is not in view. And to such people our "bestial" relationships may indeed look like something unholy and perverted. 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.

I wiggle my butt to break the spell -- still teasing -- turn around, and take his beautiful cock, long and slick, into my hands. It went back in with no trouble. 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. His desire for me fuels my own need; I love to be wanted like this.

He kept his hands on my hips and pulled my into him. For the women I know who have opened themselves literally! 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. I swallow it and smile at him. He positioned his legs outside of mine and guided his cock back into my ass.

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. Moaning loudly and gripping me hard, he thrust deep and harder than before as he released inside of me. He nuzzles my bottom, my vagina. I felt pinned down as he fucked me from behind.

He knows my slightest movement, all my odors, what they all signify, and the language between us. I turn on all fours and present to him, lifting my rear, spreading my knees. Mike is so steamed up that his beautiful muscular haunches are involuntarily thrusting in the air. 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.

I can smell myself too, feel the sopping wetness between my legs, drenching my pubic hair, coating my upper thighs. That's the most of paradise on Earth that a woman at least this woman can handle. I could feel his warm breathe on the back of my erotic nights for gay men niort. It was uncontrollable, I was experiencing pleasure like never before.

At such times I have yearned for the true joining of sperm and egg in my womb, which of course can never happen. We got in the shower together and cleaned up. 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 shift my butt, and he grasps me tighter, his haunches slapping my rear.

He smells my ripe readiness, and on all fours I strut out my butt, can't help it when he's so close. Mike greeted me as I entered the house, bathed my face in tongue greeting -- and suddenly my fatigue vanished. I have seen too many women all but present erotic nights for gay men niort sexually and symbolically to male dogs to believe otherwise.

I could tell he was getting close to orgasm as he grabbed me tight and thrust deeper and slower as if he was trying to last longer. His cock, oh his beautiful monster, is already half exposed, hanging out beneath his belly. I kiss his mouth, give him mine, and lick his wet tongue. He didn't go all the way in at first, just a couple inches, but with each gentle thrust he went further.

I didn't need to do much because I started cuming everywhere just a few moments after I initially reached down. I eye his lovely balls, they look so heavy and full. His wetness fills my mouth, overflows onto my chin and cheeks. I'm not saying that a man or another woman cannot bring this about in a woman.

I hear myself moaning, like sounds somehow outside myself, almost a frenzy of sounds. I can't control my sighs and moans. He asked me to lay flat after a couple minutes and he tried to follow me down with his cock in me, but it slipped out. He followed seconds after me. He knows. As such, it wasn't that unusual an experience for us -- yet its very "everydayness" surely gives some inkling erotic nights for gay men niort the truly boundary-shattering type of loving that has, for us, become almost conventional.

We laid there for quite some time before moving. 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.

He was clearly turned on by this and he neared orgasm as I was humping my hand that was pressed between my cock and the mattress. Back to the sex. I have often written about this experience before in "A Woman's View" series, etc. It wasn't gross for me, I was actually really turned on by it I felt so slutty and loved it. 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.

Feeling his body weight on me was such an additional turn on. 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. My pleasure is so intense it verges on pain. At times it seems very much like it, to be sure. It is time. His warm body was grinding against mine as he thrust into my ass.

A fountain of pre-cum erupts against my vagina and splatters on my thighs. I dance around him, feeling hot and flushed, my nipples itching, my wetness beginning to stream down my thighs. It's hardly a "story" as such, except as part of my ongoing saga. I quickly glove his forelegs with socks to guard my erotic nights for gay men niort 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.

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