“Bernard”

Let me make it absolutely clear before I start with this true tale, I am not in anyway gay. I have never wanted to be fucked by another man or even thought about getting intimate with a member of the same sex. Sure, I love watching two women going at it, in fact, I derive great pleasure from seeing a couple of girls suck and fuck each other; tongues and fingers going to work. Breast to breast or sixty-nine, I don’t mind. It’s a male thing I guess, though I am not sure what the girls think. It’s okay if they are inclined toward same sex, I suppose. I don’t think seeing two men going for gold has the same effect on a woman, but again, I haven’t asked. I digress.

So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would compel me to enter into a session with a dog I have often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up with is that I love watching. There is a large part of many men that is voyeuristic. Visual stimulation is often all a man needs to get going. Be it two women together, a man and woman screwing the eyeballs out of each other or indeed, a woman with a dogs cock in any of her receptive holes.

It isn’t quite the same for the female of the species. Stimulation for a woman is not usually visual, more a direct approach, like finding herself in a situation and going with the flow. I am voyeuristic. I freely admit it. Give me a good quality video or film and I will show you just how aroused a man can get from just visual images. Recently, I was given several videos involving a neighbour of mine with her dog. She would be mortified if she knew that her partner was peddling them. She is quite a nice looking girl with a trim figure; nothing really special, but just the type that, if she flirted, you would try and take her up on it.
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 A night at the Vet - pt 1

    When I was 14 I had one of the worst days of my life.

I came home from school and found out my dog Queen had been hit by a car. My mom told me she was at the Vet and probably would not make it through the night.  My mom was heading to her night job, so I raced my bike down to say good-bye to a dog I had had since I was a little girl.

I got the vet’s office and the assistant walked me back to the kennel area. She apologized for where they were keeping her, but that Queen was a big dog and they felt the kennel area was the best. I walked through this heavy steel door into a huge concrete room. The assistant told me the doctor had to build this room as the neighborhood had complained about the barking when he had just a wooden structure. I was looking at a row of 6 pens on each side with the first pen on each side large enough for a huge dog. I looked over at one and there was a medium size great Dane and a big Sheppard. The assistant told me that they she had doubled up the two dogs to make room for Queen as the place was full. She also explained that they tried to put the males on one side and females on the other, but had the two big dogs together on the female side as there was a dog with a broken leg taking the other large cage.  I walked down to the last of 6 rows and there was my dog. I had been crying a little when my mom told me, but seeing her lying there and broken, sent me into a balling fit.  The assistant told me to take my time and left me with my dog. I sat on the floor and took Queen’s head into my lap and cried.

The assistant came back a while later and told me she was going home and that the doctor would come back when he finished up with the other patients.  I put my head on Queen’s head that was in my lap and somehow cried myself to sleep.

I woke up with a start; feeling there was something wrong. I looked down and Queen was no longer breathing. I cried and kissed her and then got up. I felt funny and it wasn’t from crying. I looked at my yellow shorts and saw the red stain. I had gotten my period and was leaking through my clothes. I looked up to the sky and said –the day wasn’t bad enough.”

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   You’re looking very sexy tonight, Faye. Bob whispered into my ear, as he brushed past me on his way to the toilet.

A girls’ gotta try. I coolly replied, although I’d already gone weak at the knees.

Bob, the company Sales Manager, was drop dead gorgeous’, and had screwed at least four other girls from our office that I knew about. His nickname was Bob the Builder’, after the cartoon character.

Do you want another drink? he asked, when he returned.

That would be nice. A Southern Comfort and lemonade, please. I replied.

Large one? He asked.

I hope so! I chuckled, and raised my eyebrows.

With a little squeeze of my bum, he returned to the bar.

I was standing alone, at our Warehouse managers’ retirement party, as my friend Carla had gone to speak to her boss.

Moments later he returned with my drink.

What’s that you’ve got? I asked nodding towards his glass.

Good old fashioned coke, he grimaced, I’ve got the car. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight, he smiled as he looked me straight in the eye with his baby blue eyes.

There’s a free bar, so I couldn’t miss that, could I? I giggled, as the copious amount of free drink began to take its toll.

Pressing his soft cheek against mine, he whispered, How are you getting home? Would you like a lift?

Oh My God! I thought, You don’t waste anytime, do you?

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