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Atta Boy

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Have you ever had one of those experiences that both appeals and excites at the same time? Well, I did.

I'll never forget late last summer when I decided to take a nice, long mid-day nap after having worked several hours on my vegetable garden. I remembered the day was a very hot and humid, and my body was as sweaty and fatigued as it had been in a long time. As a 31 year old divorceee with no children, I live alone in my house, unless you count my cat, Mantissa, and our newest "family" member, Barney, who is my year-old Golden Retriever. (My husband hated those pets and the feeling was mutual!)

Uncomfortably hot and barely able to hold my body upright, I decided to remove all my filthy clothes, slip on a cotton sun dress and lay on my thick-carpeted floor since it was a tad cooler down there. I typically sleep in the nude, but with my body still drenched in sticky sweat, the last thing I wanted at that moment was to have floor filth stick to me. Ah yes, wearing only a comfy sun dress would give me enough freedom I needed to sleep soundly, yet it would keep my body from serving as a magnet for fur, crumbs and whatever else my carpet had attracted since I last vacuumed.

It didn't take long for me to fall deeply into sleep; pure exhaustion from working in the heat and humidity will do that to a person. In fact, the last thing I remembered before my eyelids closed was seeing Barney kneeling by my side and studying my face in the funny, curious way that dogs often do. I slept soundly for the next hour or so until, in my half-asleep, half-awake state, I felt something unusual between my legs that had clumsily sprawled out during my slumber.

The Melting Point

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"Doctor Roberts, it was good of you to come."

I nodded to the man who had greeted me, and held out my hand to him. He shook it the perfunctory three times, medium grip, no particular emphasis on touching my palm, more of a simple meeting of personal spaces. We were all professionals here, his handshake told me. I was slightly amused.

"Father Dubrowski." I seated myself in the chair he held for me, and put my attache on the floor by my foot. I was careful to not cross my legs, but to rest them together at a slight angle, leaning on the arm of the chair. Perhaps the spoken language was my life's work, but the language of symbol was just as important to a career.

"May I get you something, Doctor? A cup of tea, perhaps?" Father Dubrowski smiled at me as I shook my head.

"I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your monograph on the Feral Child of Casamance." I nodded to emphasize my words, and I saw a flush of pleasure on his face. "Quite well documented."

"Well, there were films, you know." The Father pushed around a pencil on his desk, rolling it around on his leather desk pad. "It's always so much easier when there are films when you can't actually view the child. That is why I was so impressed with your work, Doctor. You must have spent quite a time researching those older cases, when children raised by animals were considered... slightly less than human."

Dog Story

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My boyfriend and I have done some pretty strange things as we have learned about each other and each others body. Today was not going to be any exception. As I arrived at the door to his house, running though my mind is the phone conversation that we had, had that previous night.

My boyfriend had gone to a sex shop in the next town and got some, what he called, neat things to try out for today. Almost as if he was waiting by the door, the door swung open as I was about to knock. I could already tell that he was pretty aroused by his thoughts of today evident by the bulge in his shorts.

"hey your hear, that's cool" he said as he hugged me tight. I had always loved his strong arms around me, it made me feel so safe and comfortable. "I got some cool stuff from the sex shop, do you want to see?" the big grin on his face was also evident enough that he wanted to show me nothing else.

"sure" and almost with lightning speed he grabbed my wrist and pulled me in the house and to the living room where he had everything already laid out to show. There was some interesting cuffs of leather and fur and a length of nylon rope, next to that was a strange device, it looked like a mouth piece at one end of a hollow tube and some kind of plastic cage thing at the other end; at the mouth piece end were some straps with buckles and I couldn't quite figure out what those were for.. I could already feel the moisture begin to seep onto my inner thighs just looking at these things.

There Is Nothing Like a Dane

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With her back porch door opened, Laity sat down on her country sofa and laid a tall glass of ice tea onto the floor. Sunlight lazily streamed passed the door and a soft warm breeze enveloped her nude body. The sweet scent of garden flowers teased her nose and caused her to breathe deeply and expel a large sigh of disgust.

She was definitely frustrated. Here she was, a top junior executive employed by a Fortune 500 company and she couldn't find any eligible males to satisfy her wanton passions. A five-digit salary that prompted her to leave Ohio and settle in California seemed useless to her now.

When she volunteered to be transferred to her company's branch office in Marin County, California; she didn't realize how valuable straight males would be in the city. All of her male associates were cordial and efficient but did not express any sexual interest at her: they either were involved, fat, ugly or gay.

Not that she didn't try. She often went to Victoria's Secret to buy enticing lace undergarments. She spent an entire week's paycheck to buy that blue-laced brassiere which allowed her ample nipples to show through her blouses. Her female associates often joked about the "thumb tacks" that seem to be posted on her breasts. All she knew was that she spent a fortune buying soft and lacy undergarments and nothing seemed to be happening!

Back home in Ohio, the type of silken wear she would wear could cause all-American cocks to stand up and salute the flag. Ohio, where there were plenty of real men with thick salamis ready to rock her into ecstasy. How she missed these strong men who could tease her cunt lips with their strong, forceful turgid cocks! Blue veins marbling their extra large cocks. Their massive purple-headed mushroom caps pulsating as the hot blood flowed through their hot dicks.

Life Of The Party

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I read your story on sex with a dog and I enjoyed it a lot. I too have sex with man's best friend.

The first time was not near as great as yours. It was more forced on me. I was 17 at the time, I had done my thing with a few local boys before but was still kind of inexperienced.

I was at a friend's house party, the type with no adults around. Plenty of loud music, beer and some smoke and whatever else people brought with them.

I was having fun and dancing and smoking and drinking and doing jello shots and, let's face it, things I had never before.

It was getting late and people were leaving and I was sitting on the recliner in the family room, not only feeling the room spin but watching it spin. I was about to toss it all on the floor. I guess I passed out on the recliner and that would not be the first mistake I made that night.

One of the guys thought it would be funny to undo my blouse and spread it open, showing the world my bra. I was pretty much out of it and only barely knew what was going on but I was too drunk to do anything but lie there.

I heard several voices, both guys and girls I think. Someone, I'm not sure what gender, undid my bra and lifted it up to my neck. My boobs were now in full view of everyone, but I was helpless to do anything about it. And if the truth be known I didn't really care at that moment.

Then it felt like I was putting my head to my chest, but I was not the one doing it, they were leaning me forward and removing my blouse and bra. I knew I was now naked from the waist up but still I couldn't seem to respond.