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He knows. The pressure of his love clasp between my legs mounts. It wasn't bad, it just felt weird. His wetness fills my mouth, overflows onto my chin and cheeks. That's the most of paradise on Earth that a woman at least this woman can handle. It was on the lips and quick. Maybe it should have felt weird when his cock was in my mouth or my ass, but those I enjoyed and want to do again.
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 dance around him, feeling hot and flushed, my nipples itching, my wetness beginning to stream down my thighs. It is the part of intercourse that joy between the sexes was meant to be, surely.
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. As we were showering and talking about the amazing sex we just had, he leaned in and kissed me.
Mike greeted me as I entered the house, bathed my face in tongue greeting -- and suddenly my fatigue vanished. 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 continued thrusting a bit more and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he unloaded his cum into my ass. We are one organism now, tight clasped male and female, a dog and a woman doing their age-old creative dance together. 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.
I swallow it and smile at him. His pheromones, his hormones meeting mine. 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. But I am a woman, and he is my lover, and he has tied me to him. I reach an arm behind my shoulder, caressing his lovely head.
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. His warm body was grinding against mine as he thrust into my ass. 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.
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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. 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.
His cock, oh his beautiful monster, is already half exposed, hanging out beneath his belly. 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. 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.
I hear a scream -- it's me! He smells my ripe readiness, and on all fours I strut out my butt, can't help it when he's so close. I didn't need to do much because I started cuming everywhere just a few moments after I initially reached down. 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 shift my butt, and he grasps me tighter, his haunches slapping my rear. He surges against me so strongly that my teeth shake. Mike is so steamed up that his beautiful muscular haunches are involuntarily thrusting in the air. He helped wash me and I did the same for him. 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 feel explosion imminent. There I was Then something unexpected happened. I wiggle my butt to break the spell -- still teasing -- turn around, and take his beautiful cock, long and slick, into my hands. I eye his lovely balls, they look so heavy and full. I could feel his warm breathe on the back of my neck. The kiss though, I'm not sure about that.
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I can't control my sighs and moans. Moaning loudly and gripping me hard, he thrust deep and harder than before as he released inside of me. I kneel. He is dancing foot-to-foot, strutting, impatient to mate, wanting me with all his canine intensity. A fountain of pre-cum erupts against my vagina and splatters on my thighs. I don't know how he makes me so hot, but he does.
It wasn't gross for me, I was actually really turned on by it I felt so slutty and loved it. I pant, inhaling huge gasps of air as my orgasm wells up and begins. 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 erotic nights for gay men paderno dugnano false emphasis.
Something feels electric in my very core. 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. He nuzzles my bottom, my vagina. 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.
This time it was more passionate with tongue and his hands on my face. We were silent at first and then we began to talk about how amazing it was. I caress it lightly, so hot and rigid in my hands. I went along with it, but the kiss was weird for 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 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. I erotic nights for gay men paderno dugnano 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.
Last Friday night I came home from work quite tired after an exhausting day and week. Then I tease. But it has a duration, and the sweetness of it is simply indescribable. He felt heavy on top of me, not uncomfortable, it was a good, sexy feeling. He followed seconds after me. 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.
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. It was uncontrollable, I was experiencing pleasure like never before. 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.
We finished the kiss, got out of the shower and got dressed. My pleasure is so intense it verges on pain. I felt pinned down as he fucked me from behind. This sexual coming together of two unique individuals and species moves me so intensely that I invariably shed a tear. We talked about when we could see each other again and then walked to the front door.
I was gripping the bed sheets and burying my face trying not to moan too loudly. He knows my slightest movement, all my odors, what they all signify, and the language between us. I'm stripping off my clothes and kissing him, sucking his tongue. Very quickly he no longer needs my hand guidance his hot hardness is in me. Mike circles me and paws my bottom in his lovely gesture of familiarity and matehood.
I reach down and began rubbing myself and I simply could not help but moan. I lick the hard, hot length of it and again sip its trickling tip. His desire for me fuels my own need; I love to be wanted like this. 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.
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 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 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 went along with it, but felt nothing from it except awkward. This "revere" basking period sometimes lasts for -- how can I say how long, time becomes the last thing on my mind. I hear myself moaning, like sounds somehow outside myself, almost a frenzy of sounds.
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As he was telling me that he had an amazing time he leaned in and gave me another passionate kiss. I love to watch some of my woman friends doing it, and I love to see myself in mirror or photograph doing it. 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.
But sooner or later I feel the sensation of a large, sputtering fuse in me, scattering sparks and bits of hot metallic spray. His cum soon followed and began spilling out. His odor fills my nostrils, inflames me to my core, and I become conscious of a feeling of hollowness deep in my belly. It is time. 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.