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I swallow it and smile at him. I was purposely not touching myself because I knew that as soon as I did I was going to cum. So am I "in love" with him? His cum soon followed and began spilling out. He followed seconds after me. I can smell myself too, feel the sopping wetness between my legs, drenching my pubic hair, coating my upper thighs.
It wasn't gross for me, I was actually really turned on by it I felt so slutty and loved it. At such times I have yearned for the true joining of sperm and egg in my womb, which of course can never happen. 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.
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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. I'm not saying that a man or another woman cannot bring this about in a woman. It is time. I kiss his mouth, give him mine, and lick his wet tongue.
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 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. Very quickly he no longer needs my hand guidance his hot hardness is in me.
He nuzzles my bottom, my vagina. I felt his cock press against my hole and he slowly rubbed the head of his cock up and down. I love to watch some of my woman friends doing it, and I love to see myself in mirror or photograph doing it. 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.
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He knows my slightest movement, all my odors, what they all signify, and the language between us. 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. I could feel his warm breathe on the back of my neck. The pressure of his love clasp between my legs mounts.
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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. Then I tease. 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.
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And I know then how wondrous and glorious a thing it is to be fully female. He didn't go all the way in at first, just a couple inches, but with each gentle thrust he went further. It went back in with no trouble. 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.
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. Last Friday night I came home from work quite tired after an exhausting day and week. 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.
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He knows. He continued thrusting a bit more and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he unloaded his cum into my ass. My pleasure is so intense it verges on pain. I felt pinned down as he fucked me from behind. I shift my butt, and he grasps me tighter, his haunches slapping my rear. I'm stripping off my clothes and kissing him, sucking his tongue.
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His cock, oh his beautiful monster, is already half exposed, hanging out beneath his belly. I dance around him, feeling hot and flushed, my nipples itching, my wetness beginning to stream down my thighs. But I know at least that his reproductive cells bathe mine in a wonderful dance that I feel in every fibre of my being. Feeling his body weight on me was such an additional turn on.
I was expecting pain based on everything I had read, but it wasn't painful at all. 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. If this is forbidden taste, I am a lost soul! His desire for me fuels my own need; I love to be wanted erotic gay speed dating mckeesport this.
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