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Men’s Guide to Sex with Bitches

Thursday, November 3rd, 2011

I have had this guide saved to my computer for a while now and decided to post it for any men who may be interested in having sex with their girl, or for any women considering play with a female dog. I have slightly altered some parts of it for clarity, and to provide better examples.

Getting Started
A female dog comes into heat for the first time between the ages of nine and fifteen months. For tiny breeds (such as a Yorkshire Terrier or Beagle) this could be as early as six months. In very large breeds (such as a Great Dane or Mastiff) this could be as late as a year and a half or even two years in some cases.

At the time of their first heat they are not fully mature, but rather still developing. It is recommended to wait until the bitch’s second heat before trying anything sexual with her.

The right bitch for you
No dog is going to be too large for you to have sex with, but if she is too small it will not work. Large and giant breeds- Huskies, Great Danes, German Shepherds, and Rottweilers are all good examples of large dogs. Some breeds have both large and small individuals- Labs, Boxers, and Pit Bulls all will be able to accomodate some men, but not everyone. Generally you want a dog about 60lb to be on the safe side.

Prepararation is Important!
Before getting intimate with your bitch, you will want to pick up a lube that is glycerine free and paraben free. Glycerine can contribute to yeast infections and parabens can cause reactions in some dogs, so Astroglide Glycerine and Paraben free is your best bet. Most pharmacies will stock it. To save money you can order a larger sized bottle online.

Latex gloves are also a good idea, because they will prevent your nails from coming in direct contact with her vagina. Even so, be sure to trim them beforehand, then file them smooth and wash your hands thoroughly. You need to make sure there is no risk of irritation or bacteria, just like you would with a human partner.

It also doesn’t hurt to buy some condoms, especially if this is a dog who is sexually active with other people. If this is your own dog, you can also choose to use protection if you’d like to avoid leaving any semen in her and to prevent any of her menstrual blood (from being in heat) from getting on you.

You should also pick up some little treats for her, or perhaps cut-up pieces of chicken.

Getting Physical

With any bitch, you should introduce her to sex play while she is in heat. This is the time when she is most aroused and her body is most receptive to stimulation. But just because she is in heat does not automatically mean she is receptive. When you see pinkish/creamy white discharge you will know she is in standing heat. This is the point she would allow male dogs to mount her and lasts about seven to nine days.

If the discharge is darker she is at either the beginning or ending of her heat cycle. You could try gently rubbing her vulva and seeing if she is enjoying it, but this is not the best time to try penetration, even with a finger. If you know her well and she is showing signs of being receptive (turning her tail to one side and looking over her shoulder at you, or even mounting you playfully) then you may try gently fingering her up to the first joint in your digit, but take things very very slowly and use lots of lube.

Signs of a bitch who is getting receptive- flagging and turning her tail to the side, rubbing her rump against your crotch, sitting on your face, being excessively playful and spritely.

Once she is aroused and signalling to you, it is a good time to introduce her to foreplay. Fingering is a good way to prepare her for more sex play and eventual penetration, and is a good step to slowly accomodate her to your size by very slowly and carefully, over a course of days, playing gently with her and getting her used to two or even three fingers. For larger dogs it will be quicker for them to adjust to the size.

The bitch’s clitoris is about 3/4-1” inside her vagina for larger dogs, closer to the front on smaller ones. This ridge inside her is prominent and easy to find, and rubbing it will cause her to start thrusting enthusiastically.

Many bitches will also enjoy having their vulva licked and giving her oral sex is another great way to introduce her to foreplay with humans, as male dogs will eagerly lick at the female’s vulva in preparation for mounting.

After all this playtime, accustoming her to your size gradually through the use of fingers, you will know it is time to try sex. When stimulating her by hand you will have noticed the very steep upward angle of her vagina, and this is the angle your penis will need to be at in order to have sex with her. In most dogs it is about 75-80 degree angle, and their body temperature is about 101-102 degrees Fahrenheit, so she will be plenty warm for you.

Out of Heat/Spayed Bitches

Once you have introduced your bitch to sex during heat, you may want to try it other times of year as well. Be sure to use even more lube than you had before and go very slowly. No matter whether she is in heat or not, you should always use lots of lube to make her comfortable- too little friction may be less stimulating, but it is always better than too much friction.

If a bitch was spayed before she reached full maturity and had puppies then there is very little chance of her being able to have sex, let alone show interest. If they are spayed before their organs develop properly, they will be the size of a much smaller dog’s and it is better to stick with oral sex or possibly fingering her.

Teenage Dream (18 and 19 of course) <3

Tuesday, October 25th, 2011

Let’s go all the way tonight,
No regrets- Just love.
We can dance until we die,
You and I will be young forever.

Sex Advice from Richard F. Stratton and LexxiStray

Monday, October 24th, 2011
 
 

This crew certainly doesn't need any help getting the mechanics of sex figured out!

 

The information in bold was gathered from the original source and pertains to dog-to-dog matings. The information below it explains how this applies to interspecies sex between canines and humans.

 

The bold information is from “The Rottweiler” and is the dog-breeding advice of Richard F. Stratton. The advice in normal font is my own adaptation, for humans and their canine lovers.

 

The first sign of menstruation in bitches is the ‘menarche’. It consists of reddish discharge and swelling of the vulva. It usually occurs between eight and ten months, however it can sometimes occur as early as six months or as late as a year-and-a-half. You should not breed your female until her second or third heat.

When your bitch comes into heat for the first time, she is still growing. A stray dog could possibly end up mating and even getting pregnant at that time but she is not mature yet and should not have sex until she has finished growing at around a year or two. Her second or third cycle is the best indication.

After this most bitches will come into heat about every six months. The duration of lighting, health of the bitch, and her diet an all affect the timing of her heat cycles and cause them to be average bi-annually dog ones or lengthy one year cycle like wolves.

Adult bitches without sexual experience will often be uninterested when they are not in heat. By waiting for their heat cycle to occur, you will find her to be more receptive and even downright insistent on attentions.

This is a good time for people who are interested in trying gently fingering the bitch or performing oral on her. Once she comes to know the sensation she may be interested other times of year.

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The male’s penis actually contains a bone inside it and behind this is the knot, called ‘copus cavernosum’. The bitch’s vaginal sphincter ‘spincter cunni’ will grasp this and help them to tie. The prolonged, locking-together is unusual in mammals but many other species have a locking mechanism.

Humans also have a sphincter cunni, much like the female dog. Usually it tends to be a bit more relaxed – in vaginismus (a medical condition) it locks down involuntarily, which can cause discomfort because when two humans have sex there tends to be a lot of friction and the muscles tightening can make this unpleasant.

With that exception, the muscles tend to remain relaxed, locking down when we engage them or during orgasm.

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Once the male has penetrated the female, pressure on the base of the penis causes a reflex action that enlarges the knot. It can swell up to five times its original size within the female.

Sometimes you will see a male mounting and humping but never locking with the female. He may hop off and on or try to reposition himself. This is because he has not managed to penetrate far enough to push his sheath back over his penis. Once he does, the pressure behind his knot (either from his sheath or her vagina) will cause it to enlarge and he will start to calm down a bit.

Sometimes the male will become so aroused and excited that his knot may swell within the sheath. Once it does you cannot try to slide it out, as that could be uncomfortable. Simply let him relax and lick himself and his erection will go down.

It is always best to see his knot fully enlarged before every attempting sex with the dog. Some have knots which are in excess of 9 inches around, which is more than many people can take! It is much more common however for them to be from 5-7 inches around, but you always want to be sure so you do not find yourself in discomfort later if he manages to get his knot inside you, especially if he ends up pulling it out.

Here's to many happy endings, and the cuddle time that follows

My Cobalt Crush – A Story

Saturday, October 22nd, 2011

Here’s a little story I made up ^.^

My Cobalt Crush

The first time I saw him it was pitch black out, and he scared the living daylights out of me.

“Grrrr…” I heard a low rumble coming from the back yard and whipped my head around, not seeing a thing. What the…? Then he unleashed a volley of baritone barks and came running out from beneath the broken down Chevy parked behind Chuck’s house. Without thinking I turned my back and ran, hauling ass toward the fence and attempted to scrabble over it, ignoring the pain in my ankles as my high heels canted me to and fro on the uneven ground. I made my leap and closed my eyes, hoping for the best only to feel a stab of pain as my face hit the top of the gate, smashing my nose so hard that I felt blood trickle down over my lips and drip off my chin. Eyes tearing up, I had forgotten about the dog that started this whole mess and just kneeled there on the walkway, gravel digging into my knees and feeling sorry for myself.

I wanted to call out for help, hear Chuck come running over and ask if there was anything he could do, but I knew he would probably just offer me a joint and tell me I would be fine. Dust your shoulders off. That’s what he would say, and his girlfriend Angela would just roll her eyes and ask how he got through four years of highschool in all the same classes as me when I couldn’t even take care of myse-

I felt something wet against my inner thigh. Could it really be this bad? I prayed I hadn’t actually peed myself, on top of all the other indignities of the night. If that were the case I would just get back over the fence and head back to my little basement apartment. No way in hell could I face my friends with my own urine still on my body. I hadn’t even been drinking… well, not since I caught the bus over here. Trying to puzzle it out, I felt the wetness move- not spread, but actually move over. As I looked down, I felt something firm and moist slip up between my legs, working just high enough to tickle my clit before sliding back down, lapping at my inner thighs again. A tongue?

No way- I had to be passed out. Must’ve hit my head harder than I thought and now I’ve got a concussion. Or maybe I’m dreaming or something. Either way, I was starting to become really wet and turned on. When I felt the tongue swipe across my pussy lips again I spread my legs more, squatting over the ground and allowing it better access. Each fold and crease of my labia was licked and caressed, massaged by the probing tongue and I found myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I reached down, beneath my denim skirt, and began rubbing my clit, feeling it swell beneath my fingers as my pussy contracted, squeezing the stranger’s tongue inside me and releasing a trickle of my clear juices.

I had my eyes tightly shut, teeth gritted to keep from calling out in ecstacy as this stranger (or friend?) had their way with me. Spent, I flopped forward onto the ground, resting my head on my forearms and looking back over my shoulder with a smile to see- the DOG!

Fuck, I forgot about him! Mind racing, I realized what had happened and panicked. Not about him, because right now I knew he wasn’t about to hurt me or he would’ve done it already. My eyes darted to the windows, trying to discern whether Chuck or Angela might be standing at one of them, looking out at me. Nope, the blinds were open but I could see clear through to the far wall. Besides, they never sat in the porch anyway- that was their coatroom.

I sat up and clutched my knees to my chest, looking up and down the street for any signs of pedestrians. No one was walking around, at least not that I could see. There weren’t any street lights on this half of the block though, and it looked awful dark out. I couldn’t be sure no one had seen what went down, but if they had I assumed they’d still be standing there watching me. I mean, who could honestly see someone getting licked out by a dog right in their front lawn and NOT stop to stare? Course, it wasn’t my front lawn but still, you don’t just go about your merry way and mind your own business at a time like that.

Satisfied that no one was about to grill me about why I had been laying in the yard with this brute’s nose up my skirt, I turned toward him and really gave him a good long look for the first time. He was medium-sized, about knee height but very broad in the chest. He had the physique of a body builder, that was for sure. I could see the definition in his shoulders and thighs. “No wonder you’re so fast,” I said to him, not expecting anything by way of reply.

He tilted his head to the side and I took in his broad muzzle and wide cheek bones. He was a pit bull, that was for sure. His ears had been cropped into little points on the top of his head, and it only served to enhance his fearsome appearance. He could’ve really messed me up if he had wanted to. But why had he decided to… do what he did? I couldn’t figure that one out, but when I make it out of a tussel with all parts intact I tend not to question the situation too much, so I let it go.

It was obvious this fellow had been meant to protect the property- I could see no other reason my two pals in the house would have gotten such a tough looking dog. And in the moonlight his coat was just dark enough to blend into the shadows. He wasn’t pitch black either, so you couldn’t expect to pick his silhouette out of the scenery if he wasn’t moving. I couldn’t tell exactly what color he was out here in the darkness, but I was sure he wasn’t a white or yellow dog either- he would’ve stuck out the instant you glanced his way if that had been the case.

“Alrighty fella, I’m getting cold. Let’s see if Chuck and Angie are still up.”

I kept my eyes on him though while I made my way up to the front door. He’d been calm enough when I’d sat on the ground but I was beginning to wonder whether he’d been trained to go after anyone walking around the yard at night. Those fears were unfounded though, and he trotted along at my heels, looking up into my face as if to ask, ‘What’s next?’

I vigorously rubbed my face, trying to make sure no one would see the evidence of my bloody nose and ask some questions about how that had happened. Then I took a moment to push my bangs back from my face and smooth down my skirt before ringing the doorbell. I could hear the chimes from outside and the pit’s ears perked up as he heard them go off. I looked down at him and he met my eyes for just a moment before the front door swung open and Angela glanced down at my empty hands.

“No purse?” She asked, obviously having expected me to bring the party goods.

What a bitch, I thought, but I feigned shock and put my hand up to my shoulder, where my purse strap would’ve been, had I not known she was gonna try and mooch off of me. “Shit, I must’ve left it on the bus…”

She pressed her lips together but didn’t say another word as she stepped back from the threshold to allow me inside. The dog pushed his head between my knee and the doorjam, darting into the house and disappearing.

“Aw fuck,” she griped, “guess the patrol’s over.”

I shrugged, wanting to point out that it was her fault anyway for not warning me to keep him from getting inside but decided I would get nowhere and dropped it. I looked past her, into the living room and saw that the tv was on, broadcasting some documentary about the planets. My pals were no astronomers, but I figured they were probably already buzzed and just liked watching the swirling colors and twinkling stars on the tv.

“Heya Chuck, I see ya’ve got a guard dog now?”

“Yeah, he’s something alright. Purebred and everything, even came with papers.”

“He’s a pit bull, right?” I asked, trying to start up conversation.

“Yeah, five hundred dollars and he come pretrained and all that. Knows how to keep thieves outta here and pretty much any other kinda scumbags come running around. You know, junkies or kids playing tag.”

I grinned, “Yeah I’m sure that dog knows when someone’s strung out. Prolly could tell what they had based on their smell too.”

“Damn right!” Chuck whooped, slapping the arm of the recliner. “These dogs get trained for police work, only they sell em to regular people too for extra money.”

I highly doubted he was right about that part, but didn’t wanna argue with him. Not only did his watchdog not look anything like a canine-unit recruit, he also didn’t know how to actually guard anything. I mean sure, he’d growled and barked and all, but once he’d caught up to me there wasn’t any attack or anything. Most likely he’d been barking from excitement or all that pent up energy he probably had from sitting in the yard all day while Chuck and Angie made out and waited for clients to come bring them money. Yeah, those two are dealers. They won’t admit it of course, but they sell to me and half my coworkers at the burger joint so I figure they must be bringing in five figures a year, at least.

Fuck that shit. I’d been involved in dealing before and it got you nowhere but trouble. Even if you don’t get arrested, you’ll spend all your time arguing with people about your prices or how much of their tab they’ve gotta pay before you front them some more. Not worth it, not unless you’ve got enough patience to be a kindergarten teacher, and in that case you might as well find another job. Something less risky and not illegal.

I saw Angela walk over to the couch holding a glass of wine and a second glass, which was completely empty. She smiled and held it out to me. “I didn’t know what you wanted, go ahead and pick whatever,” she pointed toward the kitchen.

Their kitchen and living room were basically attached with a fancy arch in between and I went through, looking up to admire the bead curtain they’d hung down between the two. The top was blue but it faded down to purple and then pink. It was really cool actually, the kind of thing Angela made sometimes when she was talking to people- she always liked to keep her hands busy.

Pulling open the fridge, I scanned the shelves to see what my options were. They had bottled water, beer, cola, wine, and hard lemonade. I loved that stuff, one of my all time favorite drinks. I took one out and glanced down at the glass in my hand, wondering whether I was supposed to pour it in and dirty a perfectly good glass or just drink it out of the bottle. I opted to return the glass to their cabinet and twisted off the cap of my drink, taking a big gulp. Delicious.

When I returned to the room and sat beside Angela I heard the rapid padding of paws from across the room and looked up to see the pitbull barreling toward me. I could see now that he was a pretty gunmetal grey, sort of blue, with light tan streaks in his fur and some white marks on his paws and face, as well as a big white splash on his chest. No wonder I hadn’t seen those markings before, he was kind of dirty from laying on the ground and looked a bit dingy in this lighting. I watched in rapt attention as he came skidding to a halt beside me and placed his front paws in my lap, stretching up to sniff my face where he would surely detect the tangy odor of blood, though I had wiped away every visible trace. He was so close to me that I could see his pupils expand and contract, zooming in and out like a camera lense as he focused first on my nose, then the strands of my hair blowing lightly in the fan before meeting my eyes.

He was stunning. No matter how fearsome he may be, or how dirty his fur had become from lying around outside, I could not help but notice how amazing he was. The majestic arch of his thickly muscled neck reminded me of a Clydesdale horse and his perky little ears were rimmed with fur that looked so soft and velvety that I longed to touch it. Here was the animal who had assaulted me, had uninvited contact with me, and I was enamored of him.

I heard the click of a lighter sparking and turned my attention back to Angie, who was lighting a joint. I noticed that she was using rolling paper instead of a cigar casing, as was her custom. I watched her patiently as she puffed then passed it over to me. I inhaled deeply, reveling in the familiar warmth of the smoke and held my breath as I tapped the dog’s chest to get him to move his paws off my legs and get down on the floor, then I walked over to the recliner and handed the joint off to Chuck. I made it most of the way back to my half of the couch before coughing up a storm. The pit looked up at me, brows furrowed in concern, but I guess he figured it wasn’t that big a deal because everyone else was calm as could be, and he rested his head on his paws and closed his eyes.

I slumped back into my seat, mind drifting off in ever stranger directions. What really had happened earlier? Could it be that the dog was trained to ‘attack’ and scare people off by licking their crotches? What the fuck? No. That was a stupid idea, even coming from someone as stoned as me. I tried to think about other things- the beaded curtain, Jupiter on tv, but I kept wondering about what this meant for me. What kind of person was I, to let that happen? I mean, it hadn’t been my choice or anything, I thought it was a hallucination, or maybe even Chuck or Angie getting all hot and bothered about seeing me in a micro miniskirt and belly shirt but I would have never in a million years guessed their pet had been sniffing around down there. It wasn’t even so much that it had happened that confused me. What really left me thinking was the fact that I had actually had an orgasm. Okay, maybe I am keeping this from myself. The truth is, I kept thinking about how great it felt and how badly I wished I hadn’t come inside- how I could’ve crept into the back yard with him and perhaps we would find that the shed was empty. He could’ve kept licking me in there, with enough privacy from the neighbors to fully relax and savor the moment.

“Krystal… Earth to Krystal!” Angela was waving the joint in my face but I waved it away, blinking my eyes and pulling my phone out of my cleavage. Whoa, 3AM already? Time to head out of here so I can get a little sleep before my shift tomorrow.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t realize how late it is but I’ve gotta get back to my place and crash, I’m beat.”

“Oh you want a ride?” Chuck offered, digging around in his front pocket for the keys to his Jeep.

“Yeah, I would really appreciate it. Probably pass out and fall right asleep on the sidewalk if I try to walk back there, the way I’m feeling now.”

“Sure no problem, you wanna come along, Ang?” Chuck asked her, setting his beer down on the coffee table.

He liked to have company on any drive and I knew he’d be glad if she went along so he didn’t have to be alone on the way back even for just the fifteen minutes it would take. He may not have seemed the cautious type, but one thing he did always worry about was falling asleep at the wheel. Best I could guess is it had happened to someone he knew with disastrous results, or maybe to him and he’d gotten away lucky. Either way it was a good policy to abide by and I glanced Angela’s way to see whether she was gonna come too.

She finished tying up her shoelaces and ran to the door before the rest of us were even standing. “Sure thing, but I call shotgun.”

Well duh, I thought. Chuck was gonna drive since it was his Jeep and I always hopped in the back if we were all going along. Whatever. Maybe she felt she had to remind me of her importance or something, since this was her house and all. I hated when people pulled stupid powerplays like that, but if it made her feel better then fine. I was tired anyway and all I wanted to do was get home as soon as possible and get some rest.

We hustled out the door into the chill night and Chuck turned back through the open doorway and hollered, “Rally!” then stepped back and pushed us out of the way right before the pit bull came bolting out the door and into the night, racing along the fenceline and smelling the ground as he ran, checking to see whether there were any new scents and if, perhaps, the boundary of the yard may have been breached. While he was doing this I looked on in delight, watching his joy and enthusiasm for racing about despite the fact that he didn’t really need to. It was better than that- he just wanted to, and it was wonderful to see how happy he was just being himself, doing things just because he could and delighting in every moment.

He came over and huffed, done smelling the fence and bordering grass, at least for now. I stroked his broad head and felt his thick skull in my hands, the way his smooth fur slid beneath my fingers like silk and yet had the soft fuzziness of velvet.

“So that’s his name, Rally? How’d you two come up with that?” I asked.

“He was called General Lee when we first got him,” Chuck said, “but everyone said it so fast it sounded more like gener-rally. And having a dog named Generally sounded stupid, so we shortened it up to Rally. I figured since he’s already trained to protect it could throw him off his game if he had a whole new name and everything, but this way he still knows what we mean.”

It seemed to make sense to me, so I nodded and began heading toward the big red Jeep, ready to go home. My eyelids felt heavy and despite my interest in Chuck and Angie’s new dog, I still felt like I hadn’t slept in days and couldn’t wait to lay down in my own bed.

They saw me trudge along in the general direction of the driveway and picked up the pace, hopping into their respective seats while I was fastening my seatbelt. The radio came on and I smiled as I recognized the tune of Move Shake Drop by Pitbull, and I started dozing off in my seat with the words still fresh in my mind. Before I knew it I was back at home, stumbling out of the car and thinking maybe I shouldn’t have drank so much tonight. I didn’t need to turn on any lights to open the combination lock to my metal doors- the only barrier between me and my bedroom. Walking down the basement steps I realized that I had forgotten to put the lock on the inside of the door, but couldn’t be bothered to go back up. I dropped it on the floor and went to bed fully clothed, so tired that I didn’t even dream.

Victory Dance and Sex Toy Page

Thursday, October 20th, 2011

So yesterday I got the news that I had won one of the Beastforum Competitions. I am so excited! This is my first time winning one and it meant I got to pick one of the ZooDvd.com DVDs that I had wanted so badly. It was a very difficult choice, especially because they had three I absolutely could not decide between so I chose the one that had the best video quality- Alexandreas Collection.

I also added a new page to the blog- if you look to the right you will see one titled Sex Toys for Zoos. I constantly see people posting on forums asking where they can get dildos shaped like animal penises so I thought the photos, information, and links provided there would help. There are toys for women, men, and couples on there so check it out!

Confidentiality and Mental Health Professionals

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

Nearly half the population will end up suffering from a mental health concern during their life. It could be a mild sadness that just won’t go away or a feeling of tension and worry that makes it hard to focus on every day routines.

Most people would benefit a lot from just talking to a therapist or counselor and knowing that they have someone to listen to them. Maybe their counselor could give them advice. Some people just find solutions to problems while talking them over.

Simply having a conversation can be very therapeutic, but the question becomes- “Just how much can I reveal?”

It can be stressful to live a secret life, and that is exactly what happens when someone has to hide their sexuality from those around them. Most of us Zoosexuals are not ‘out of the closet’ so we cannot whistle passing by that Dane down the block or talk about how we looooovvveeedd Eight Below for all those huskies.

Deeper issues such as the loss of a lover or sadness about being without an animal companion also need to be reworded somewhat. We cannot really ask, “How would you feel if your husband passed on”, or ask our friends to come pick up dudes “At the dog park, since they don’t hang at bars”. You have to try and reframe all of your emotions into something else.

There is a great psychological stress involved in all this secrecy, and having even a short amount of time where you can release your thoughts and feelings can lift a huge burden off of your psyche.

Confidentiality laws state that a counselor or other mental health professional may only divulge your information if you are a risk to yourself or others. This is open to interpretation, for example some would say that having an attraction to animals may be unusual, but not a cause for alarm. Others may be less understanding.

If you wish to talk to someone about this part of your life, it is best to do so carefully. Just drop a hint here or there about something you saw on tv, or perhaps a fantasy you had. Do not admit to any physical actions taking place between you and an animal! That is important, because fantasizing about something or dreaming about it is not against the law even if the action is.

If this goes well then with time and trust you can eventually form a bond with your counselor to the point where you feel comfortable talking to them about anything. I was lucky enough to do so with mine.

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In my past I have seen a therapist for anxiety related issues as well as anger problems. I could become easily upset and totally blow my fuse. Part of this was being young and hot-headed, but another part of this was the constant stress I was going through, having to watch my words and actions any time I was with someone else.

As I came to trust my therapist more and more we would talk less about the day’s events and more about my core values and the reason that I felt I was under so much pressure. Slowly I would talk more and more about being interested in animals, and finding them more interesting and attractive than other people, even showing my therapist some drawings I had made.

All this time I never once admitted to any physical actions whatsoever, just thoughts. I came to hear more of my therapist’s point of view and saw that they were very accepting and understanding of my sexuality because we had established a rapport where they knew how much I loved and cared for animals as well as the respect I have for my canine lovers.

Eventually I felt I was able to discuss the physical aspects of the relationships also- never in detail, just stating that I was ‘active’. This too was accepted well with my counselor saying that they knew I cared deeply for my dog, though they stated that due to their religion they looked at animals as being dependant on us so they believed that you could not be equals with someone who depended on you, and did that change my view of bestiality?

At that point I told that person I did not feel that my animals depended on me for survival- after all, many strays live all around the world. While I was indeed giving them a better life than they would have otherwise had, there are many people out there working very low income jobs (or none at all) and their partner supports them. Yet they are still equals. My counselor agreed that this was a reasonable point and that as long as the mindset of the person was that their animal partner had every right to decide yes or no about sex, then it was not an issue.

That was a very very understanding counselor who helped me through a lot of stress and anxiety I had been going through, but I can no longer afford to go so sadly I am on my own as far as dealing with any issues (I believe I have an anxiety disorder and her next step was to refer me to someone who could confirm that).

More Information:

Anatomy of a Secret Life    (secret lives and the effect they have on us) – http://www.amazon.com/Anatomy-Secret-Life-Psychology-Living/dp/0767922743

The Burden of Lying    (the diffficulties of hiding the truth) - http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=the-burden-of-lying

Let The Good Times Roll :)

Tuesday, October 18th, 2011

The past few days have been pretty great for me- I spent a bit of bonding time with my dog, recieved a generous donation toward the site, and got my review copy of the novel Wet Goddess, which I posted about a while back when I first found out about it. I have only just started the book but it is wonderful so far, and I would like to extend a special thank you to the author of Wet Goddess for sending me the book as well as to the donater to Lexxistray.com you are both very generous and kind hearted people <3

I have also been more active on Beastforum, answering people’s posts on there as best I can to assist anyone with questions and participating in their competitions (winners can choose a free bestiality DVD!!)

Anyway just wanted to let you guys know what I have been doing with myself lately :D

I Added A Search Page!

Sunday, October 16th, 2011

"Find the post you were looking for?" .... "No, but I found something Yummy!"

I added a search page now- if you look to the right hand side you will see a link. Clicking it takes you to a normal search bar (much like the one on Google’s homepage) and if you type in just about anything, you can find results on my blog. To test it out I typed in the word ‘humping’ and found a whopping 9 pages. Well, I can surely say it works! Try it out for yourself, this is going to be very helpful especially as I have been adding to my blog daily, and sometimes more than once a day, for over a week now.

Featured Download – Toy of My Dog

Thursday, October 13th, 2011

I have yet to see this video, but I have read some reviews on it claiming it is a very good movie with an attractive 18 year old girl who has very passionate sex with her dog, both of them recieving oral before he mates her. I found a site where you can download it is an RAR (compressed file) and since it is hosted right on that site, it isn’t a torrent so you don’t have to worry about someone logging off and making you wait days or even weeks to finish downloading the video. HINT: Use the free download, you don’t have to become a member! Yes it will take longer, and you will have to wait between downloading parts one and two, but if you are like me and can’t really spare the money then it is well worth waiting.

http://oron.com/ezrmzcb47oqg/ToyOfMyDog.part1.rar.html

http://oron.com/76wcw3f81f2r/ToyOfMyDog.part2.rar.html

Good Good Loving [explicit]

Tuesday, October 11th, 2011

I am in love with what we are,
not what we ‘should be’.
And I am starstruck with every part
of this whole story.

This morning while I was getting changed I bent down to pull of my pajama bottoms and my dog started licking me, pushing his nose hard against me and getting really into it right away. He turned me on so much I decided to stop changing right there and strip down, rubbing his sides and gently stroking his sheath. He tried standing over me, putting his sheath directly over my hips, which is what he does once he starts getting aroused so I figured he wanted to mount me.

I was petting his chest and picked up his front paws, rising onto my knees to put them around my waist before putting my hands back on the floor, but he was already too hard and his knot had begun to grow in his sheath, so it would have been uncomfortable to try and coax it out. I gently squeezed his sheath at the base near his balls and he humped a few times, then I let go and he hopped off, licking himself until his erection went down.

Once it had I called him back over to me again, helping him get his paws into position and quickly reaching back to push his sheath out of the way, fully exposing his cock while it was still slender, before it had a chance to swell and the knot to get enlarged. I made the ‘ok’ sign with my fingers and slipped my grip right behinds his knot, aiming his cock into me. As soon as he felt himself sliding into my pussy he began humping away, trying to shove his dick as far into me as he could, thrusting so hard I had to grip him tightly to prevent him from getting his knot into me. The only reason I do this is because it is too large (nearly the size of my fist) and I once got a bit hurt when he pulled it out early, so I won’t take it again until I have practiced with toys and know I can take the girth.

After a few moments he stops humping and I can feel his knot pulsing in my hand, the tip of his cock twitching as he sprays bits of cum into me. His paws have loosened their grip and he is leaning forward, resting all of his weight on my back. His paw twitches with the same pulse as his cock and I know he is in the middle of orgasm. He stays like this for a bit, totally relaxed and basically laying on top of me before he gets a little burst of energy and tries to turn so we are rump to rump. This is where it always gets tricky, and I am grateful that his knot is in my hand and we aren’t really tied. I keep my grip as he throws one hind leg over my back, and without his weight atop me any longer I can relax a bit, lowering my chest to the floor while I am still up on my knees and holding him inside me.

For a long time we stay this way, him occasionally pulling in the other direction until I relent and scooch back with him- and the sunlight falls through the window just so, and I feel like it is moments like this that are just so perfect, I wish things could stay this way forever- pleasant, but in a relaxed sort of way. Eventually his knot shrinks a bit and he begins pulling away, turning to lick at my hands and I let go, his cock swinging forward so he can clean it as his cum pours out of me, streaming down my legs and leaving a wetness behind. I sit on our blanket and watch him cleaning himself until his penis slides back into it’s sheath and he comes over to attend to me, licking my pussy and cleaning our juices off of me.

I am hoping that by the end of the year I will be able to finally take his knot, to feel him truly filling me with everything he has got, but for now this is just fine <33

So just come and love me like we’re gonna die