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Imagine rubbing her feet when she's pregnant, eating her pussy, massaging her back, getting her ice cream - all when the baby inside her womb in fact belongs to her brother. Every drop of her pussy juice into my mouth, ever, had her brother's semen mixed with it. I couldn't stay to watch them. I confess that I have real mixed and changing feelings on this erotic gay speed dating dinosaurland.
I posted the following on another thread about being humiliated as a cuckold and what I would enjoy from it: I wish this was exactly the case with my wife and her brother. My eyes are always open, though. For the women I know who have opened themselves literally! I love to watch some of my woman friends doing it, and I love to see myself in mirror or photograph doing it.
I'm not saying that a man or another woman cannot bring this about in a woman. She can never again condescend to a dog in word or action. But I don't provoke him unnecessarily; if I'm entertaining a man, I usher Mike outside. The idea of her never saying no to him is beautiful. She might say no to me. We have our petty jealousies.
I'm convinced that dog semen carries rich mixtures of hormones that can vitally affect a woman's body chemistry. At times it seems very much like it, to be sure. We nose and lick and kiss unless I've brought a guest home, in which case we just wrestle a bit. I just know that she would feel pleasure with him above and beyond anything and want that for her.
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Her big brother. Sooner or later during this greeting, Mike lays a paw on my back. Not many guys would want to kiss me again, I guess, if they knew the source of my occasional aroma. I know he'd never steal her away from me and break up our marriage to go live in an incestuous life where they have to lose everything they have.
As for me and my jealousy, I thought the rules didn't apply. I love the idea of spraying load after load of cum into my wife's pregnant pussy, only to know that the act is futile - for during those months - another man owns her womb and it's her brother. Today, though, I'm quite faithful to Mike -- and occasionally Mr. Banter, a black Lab-shepherd mix owned by a friend.
But I know at least that his reproductive cells bathe mine in a wonderful dance that I feel in every fibre of my being. Not really. For me, however, it did not happen in all its joyous fullness until, in my late twenties, I began mating with canines. He claimed her before any man outside the family could. 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.
So am I "in love" with him? But then, he walks in, having let himself into our home. 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.
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 erotic gay speed dating dinosaurland act in and upon my body. My complexion has become much smoother -- I'm often told I "glow" -- and my body curves seem fuller and rounder.
He'll always be the first one who made her milk flow by impregnating her. 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 love to visit kennels just to ogle the male dogs and fantasize a bit. 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.
An intelligent male dog often seems to know more about a woman in certain ways than she knows about him. In a way, I have never actually had her, without him. That I have never, ever known her body without her brother's scent on it, her brother's cum in her pussy, and her brother having made her cum before me. All that aside is there a part of me that might enjoy being cuckolded and degraded a little?
I realize, however, that this opinion of his physical effects on my body may be slightly off the wall. 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. 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.
For one thing, they can smell us and very quickly detect the state of our sexual readiness. I'll delight to reply to anybody who has something interesting or meaningful to say to me. 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.
The thought of them laughing together in my presence, making love while I help them, insert him into her, lay under them while they make love, clean up their creampies, kiss her while she gets absolutely pounded into pleasure by him, makes me full of joy. 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.
He's my best friend and I trust him. You can still have children with her but his baby will always be her firstborn. And I know then how wondrous and glorious a thing it is to be fully female. 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.
Her protector since birth. There are reasons for this: 1. I hated that bitch Mandy, literally and quite irrationally. I won't respond, however, to rote "Hi erotic gay speed dating dinosaurland, what's up? The three of us are always together and have so much fun, and I just want them to enjoy each other so much and know from the bottom of my heart that they would.
At such times I have yearned for the true joining of sperm and egg in my womb, which of course can never happen. I can only judge from my own erotic gay speed dating dinosaurland and appearance, of course. Anyhow, again, I'd love to hear any thoughts or opinions that might help clarify my own thinking on this. 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.
The happiness and pleasure they lavish on each other just overflows. I dream every night of the idea of them making love and her waking me up in the morning dripping with his cum from her pussy, so I can eat it out of her. I have often written about this experience before in "A Woman's View" series, etc. She never, ever says no to him. She knows what he can do, how wonderfully warm and totally female he can make her feel.
Michael S: "Good advice on being upfront about intentions. Saves everyone time!"I felt desolate, even bawled when I left them together. He merely looks at her while he takes off his shirt, and she immediately begins to take off her panties. Even my breath sometimes seems to taste of his semen when we have been together. The whole thing seems outlandish only when he is not in view. 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.
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. Once this happens to a woman, never again can she view a male dog as just a pet or subservient beast. 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.
Here's another thing. My bras are a erotic gay speed dating dinosaurland larger, but I've added only a very few pounds in the past 4 years. I know they experimented a little when they were kids. 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.
So fucking hot. An observer seeing this, of course, remains completely unaware I hope!!! This sexual coming together of two unique individuals and species moves me so intensely that I invariably shed a tear. And I guess this is really all I have to say today. I seemed to crave and become addicted to the total passion that a lustful dog can put into intercourse.
It turns me on to know that my wife is sexually pleased by the two men who love her most in the world - myself and her brother - all the time. I know that her love - physically and emotionally - would heal much of the hurt he has from his ex-wife. Mike's very subtle taste may linger for 24 hours or so after I've been with him.
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.
The first one to make her bear his seed. 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. 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.
Erotic gay speed dating dinosaurland last year, a friend wanted to breed his female retriever Mandy and asked if I'd loan Mike for stud service. A stranger who became her husband. I'm a newcomer to her life. It's hardly a "story" as such, except as part of my ongoing saga. 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.
You bet. 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. 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.
I know he's MUCH bigger than me. 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. I would want him to have a more dominant role, having a double-right over her as both her brother and her lover. But I could do without it too. And male dogs do respond to us as females, don't think they don't.
I also hear it from many acquaintances with very few of whom I share the facts of my sex life. Even a strange male dog can affect her erotic gay speed dating dinosaurland a sense of respect, almost awe, even when no sex is desired or anticipated from him. Seeing a man kiss me or even shake hands with me may evoke a growl from Mike, seldom more. When I come home from work in the evening, I always greet Mike on his level, drop to my hands and knees.
He was there before me. He erotic gay speed dating dinosaurland her very blood. Of course -- but that's how it goes once you have a stake in total intimacy. I feel wonderful and energetic sex with Mike is a workout! That's the most of paradise on Earth that a woman at least this woman can handle.