Bruce and Buck

A day had gone by since my first encounter with my dogs. My parents were still gone for the weekend, and as I lay in bed, I thought about what had happened the night before. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. I didn’t know if I should feel guilty, or excited. I was sure that it was wrong. I knew it was. But that apparently didn’t matter. As I thought back upon how my dog had forced himself inside me, how wonderful it had felt… I began to get wet. I thought about lying there in my bed and fingering myself, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted a repeat of last night. I actually WANTED to let my dogs have at me. However, as badly as I may have wanted it, I wasn’t about to go and offer myself to them. I was certain that if I were to just offer myself to them that the guilt would be unbearable-no matter how amazing it would feel.

I had to get off my bed. My hand was already starting to slide under my skirt, cirling my clit. I pulled my hand away and decided to head into the living room. I could turn on a movie to get my mind off of last night.

I flipped through the channels, stopping when I found a decent love story to watch. I’m a sucker for love stories. I got confortable on the couch, laying on my side with my elbow propped up, head resting in my hand. Bruce and Buck were both lying on the floor, asleep. I forced the idea of waking them up out of my mind. I was determined to watch this movie.

The movie was one I’d never seen before, and was halfway decent. I was a good half hour into the predictable storyline when the couple–predictably–realized that they were in love with one another and shared their first kiss. That scene soon led into another, where they were in an apartment, and things were getting steamy. All throughout the movie I had been drooling over the main actor in the movie-He was the personification of my type. As his clothes started coming off, I started to get wet again. Pretty soon my cute love story had turned into a porno.

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A dogs perspective.

    Bruce heard the jingle of his lead. He cocked an ear to see if it had been an accidental brush by one of the people causing it to jiggle or if it was the promise of a walk. Nobody came through the door to the living room and he didn’t hear the lead again. Assuming it had been an accident; Bruce laid his head back down on his paws and resumed watching the baby crawling around the carpeted floor.

He was bored. The black box in the corner with a silvery screen that showed sometimes, other animals, sometimes other dogs, but never with any smell other than of heated electrical wires, was flickering to its self with the volume turned down. Bruce kept an eye on the child. It had recently developed a liking for his fur; pulling it painfully any time he was careless enough to get too close. For a small puppy sized infant, its grip was amazingly strong. He had lost a fair amount of the precious coat to the sticky fingers of the human puppy. The child seemed to be content at the moment, stuffing a plastic toy into its mouth and gurgling in the back of its throat.

Bruce’s ears pricked up again. He had heard the lead again and also his master’s voice calling to him to come. Bruce didn’t understand the noises that these human partners made. They have an infinite number of unintelligible sounds, but occasionally, some were directed at him. Usually, Bruce could get an idea of what was required from the inflections. Popular ones involved him sitting at the edge of a blacktopped trail that had mechanical metal projectiles hurtling along them. He knew that these forms of transportation were dangerous and should be avoided at all costs unless you were in one. At those times, smells swished past his nose almost too fast for him to recognize them. But, the exhilaration of the wind being forced up his nose and over his sinuses was a thrill that he loved to have.

BRUCE, HERE!
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