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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 erotic nights for gay men mills with a canine sexual partner in the same romantic way that she would be in love with a man or another woman. I couldn't stay to watch them. He followed seconds after me. Feeling his body weight on me was such an additional turn on.

I lick the hard, hot length of it and again sip its trickling tip. I'm not saying that a man or another woman cannot bring this about in a woman. It was uncontrollable, I was experiencing pleasure like never before. As we were showering and talking about the amazing sex we just had, erotic nights for gay men mills leaned in and kissed me. I have seen too many women all but present themselves sexually and symbolically to male dogs to believe otherwise.

He felt heavy on top of me, not uncomfortable, it was a good, sexy feeling. He nuzzles my bottom, my vagina. I was gripping the bed sheets and burying my face trying not to moan too loudly. His thrusts became a little harder, but he was pretty gentle the whole time. Of course -- but that's how it goes once you have a stake in total intimacy.

It was on the lips and quick. Mike circles me and paws my bottom in his lovely gesture of familiarity and matehood. The happiness and pleasure they lavish on each other just overflows. 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. 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.

And I guess this is really all I have to say today. This sexual coming together of two unique individuals and species moves me so intensely that I invariably shed a tear. 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. 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.

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. 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.

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.

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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. It went back in with no trouble. Not really. 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 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. He knows. Moaning loudly and gripping me hard, he thrust deep and harder than before as he released inside of me. I felt desolate, even bawled when I left them 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 erotic nights for gay men mills day-in day-out. He smells my ripe readiness, and on all fours I strut out my butt, can't help it when he's so close.

He kept his hands on my hips and pulled my into him. 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. Anyhow, again, I'd love to hear any thoughts or opinions that might help clarify my own thinking on this. He was moaning loudly and telling me how amazing my ass felt.

This time it was more passionate with tongue and his hands on my face. His cum soon followed and began spilling out. I eye his lovely balls, they look so heavy and full. I swallow it and smile at him. Being tied is such a wondrous way for a woman to be held, cherished, and totally erotic nights for gay men mills 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.

We got in the shower together and cleaned up. His desire for me fuels my own need; I love to be wanted like this. 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. For me, however, it did not happen in all its joyous fullness until, in my late twenties, I began mating with canines.

Mike is so steamed up that his beautiful muscular haunches are involuntarily thrusting in the air. His wetness fills my mouth, overflows onto my chin and cheeks. 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 can't control my sighs and moans. 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 wiggle my butt to break the spell -- still teasing -- turn around, and take his beautiful cock, long and slick, into my hands. Then I tease. I kiss his mouth, give him mine, and lick his wet tongue. He is dancing foot-to-foot, strutting, impatient to mate, wanting me with all his canine intensity. We laid there for quite some time before moving.

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.

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 could feel his warm breathe on the back of my neck. It wasn't bad, it just felt weird. His cock, oh his beautiful monster, is already half exposed, hanging out beneath his belly.

I felt pinned down as he fucked me from behind. It is time. I went along with it, but the kiss was weird for 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. We were silent at first and then we began to talk about how amazing it was.

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. But Erotic nights for gay men mills know at least that his reproductive cells bathe mine in a wonderful dance that I feel in every fibre of my being.

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 hated that bitch Mandy, literally and quite irrationally. The whole thing seems outlandish only when he is not in view. At times it seems very much like it, to be sure. 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?

He positioned his legs outside of mine and guided his cock back into my ass. When I thought it was done and got up to walk, more came out. I have often written about this experience before in "A Woman's View" series, etc. If this is forbidden taste, I am a lost soul! 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 caress it lightly, so hot and rigid in my hands. He helped wash me and I did the same for him. I love to watch some of my woman friends doing it, and I love to see myself in mirror or photograph doing it. You bet. And I know then how wondrous and glorious a thing it is to be fully female. It wasn't gross for me, I was actually really turned on by it I felt so slutty and loved it.

I won't respond, however, to rote "Hi babe, what's 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. He pulled back to see my reaction and then leaned in for another kiss. I'm stripping off my clothes and kissing him, sucking his tongue.

I dance around him, feeling hot and flushed, my nipples itching, my wetness beginning to stream down my thighs. I can smell myself too, feel the sopping wetness between my legs, drenching my pubic hair, coating my upper thighs. 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.

I didn't need to do much because I started cuming everywhere just a few moments after I initially reached down. 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. 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.

So am I "in love" with him? There I was Then something unexpected happened. 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. He mounts my back, and his haunches grind against my hips.

And to such people our "bestial" relationships may indeed look like something unholy and perverted. I don't know how he makes me so hot, but he does. His big purple cock laced with dilated vessels erotic nights for gay men mills how can I possibly take it, I always wonder -- drips juice as my scents season the air. His warm body was grinding against mine as he thrust into my ass.

His pheromones, his hormones meeting mine. I'll delight to reply to anybody who has something interesting or meaningful to say to me. It's hardly a "story" as such, except as part of my ongoing saga. His odor fills my nostrils, inflames me to my core, and I become conscious of a feeling of hollowness deep in my 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 erotic nights for gay men mills dampness between my legs.

That's the most of paradise on Earth that a woman at least this woman can handle. I kneel. 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. 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 confess that I have real mixed and changing feelings on this question. 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. 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.

For the women I know who have opened themselves literally! Mike greeted me as I entered the house, bathed my face in tongue greeting -- and suddenly my fatigue vanished. At such times I have yearned for the true joining of sperm and egg in my womb, which of course can never happen. I reach down and began rubbing myself and I simply could not help but moan.

And when I do this I often erotic nights for gay men mills 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.

Last Friday night I came home from work quite tired after an exhausting day and week.

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