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Louie the Dog
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Louie the Dog
This week's adventures? Well, let's begin in the tool shed...I've been in
swimming, and am not wearing a whole lot. Gordy is leaning up against the
workbench with his pants open and I'm sucking on him, down on my knees on
the concrete-I've always liked the idea of being naked in front of a
clothed man anyway- and Louie is licking at my pussy from behind. We're
in the shed because, like a couple of high-school kids, we're trying not
to get surprised by Gordy's mom. It's not likely; she's upstairs watching
a basketball game or some such on TV, but there's a certain spice to
being such bad children at our ages....
After I get Gordy off, rather explosively, I should say, Louie is
irrepressibly excited, and I decide to give him a shot at it. Gordy lays
down an old sleeping bag for us on the ground, and I try for a repeat of
the currently successful formula: get him to mount my arm, then swing him
around and stick my leg under him and push him into my pussy face to
face. It works, and he humps away and starts coming. This time I've got
him really well in, and he decides not to pull out right away. I'm
holding his ass down anyway-I love feeling his asshole pulsate as he
comes-but he is very relaxed on top of me, looking dreamily into my eyes.
I feel terrific; I'm physically and psychically linked to him, and I'm
picking up dog emotions: a wordless mindmeld of oneness and satisfaction
that pulls me in to a world of just us, as mating animals, symbolic of
every mating ever done...Gordy is hanging around, keeping an eye out, and
looking desultorily at old car magazines. He says something like: "Hey,
listen to this. This guy went 200mph in a...." I'm not hearing....I say,
"Pardon us, Dad, but this is a pretty intimate moment." Lying there wet
haired and naked on the cool concrete, my sweat making electrical contact
with Louie's warm and breathless body, feeling the spot inside me where I
can't tell where his cock leaves off and I begin, I am the best human and
the most animal I can be.
People frequently confuse love and sex, not realizing that the two can be
combined or separated in infinite variation. From the way Louie and I
have treated each other in the days since this mating, I know that dogs,
too, can love through sex, and carry that love into the rest of their
lives without reserve. Hell, it's worked for me all these years- it's my
O/S -but what a great reward it is to recognize it and share it with him.
I am honored. And joyful to the point of tears. Love to all,
ginny
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