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It was approximately one a.m. when I promised him and myself I’d
gosee Dreamer one last time before I left for NJ. I only had three
daysbefore I had to go and little time. The night was safer anyway.
JillTyler’s pasture was only a miles stroll down a dirt road. As I
walked Ithough about what my ISCA friend had told me. “Do tonight what
you neverdared to before. Be different, experiment–this is your last
night withher. Make the most of it.”
There wasn’t much of moon to see by that night but the stars let
mesee the road. I creptby a few houses and managed not to wake a
singlehound dog. The darkness and the lush grass were on my side that
night. Iarrived with a pounding, excited heart adult sex with animals. What was I going to
do? Just hug her a while and tell her how much Iloved her–tell her how
many afternoons I enjoyed her company as I wrotepoetry or sketched her
and the rest of the herd? Was I to thank her forthe fond nights I had
with her when our waters mixed and we shared ourflesh. I had known her
for two, almost three years, having known hersince she was dropped by her
mother, Summerwind Dreamer was a strangebirth for Summewind had not been
expected to fertile, being too old. ButDreamer had been born and had
made me very happy.
I approached the fence. Faintly I could see the outline of a
dozenhorses. They nickered softly and stomped. My arrival had not
surprisedthem. Their night vision was far superior to mine and the cool
nightbreeze had been carrying my scent their direction for minutes. That
windshifted for a moment as I climbed over, wary of the barbed wire at
thetop. My nostrils flared as I caught scent of the herd. I hopped
downwithout panicking a single horse.
Dreamer was already making her way to me. She usually did the
sameduring the day when I arrived with notebook or sketchpad in hand. We
hadour ritual greeting fucking with your pet. She nuzzled my shoulder or side, nibbling a
littlewhile I used my hands to scratch her withers and chest. I
remembered my ISCA friend’s words and this night I used my teeth. I
nipped at her theway she had at me. I felt better doing this. I felt
more like one ofthem on all fours then one of man. What’s more I could
smell her as I didthis. Her scent made me heady.
She nipped me hard. I nipped her back. Dreamer nipped me
evenharder so I slid down the length of her body–feeling her texture on
myface a neck, to escape her next bite. As I reached the end of her
hindquarters I chomped down one the top of her tail. Much to my surprise
she did neither bolted nor kicked but raised her tail. Was she in heat?
Indeed she was! I could do more than just say good-bye. And I did dog sex real experience.
I decided to do another thing I had never done before. I
strippedmyself of my clothing–leaving on only my medicine bag and a
silver wolfnecklace given to me by my human love. The night air was cool
but notuncomfortable. A sudden bit of paranoia struck me and I looked
allaround. After all, I stood naked in a field with a road bordering
oneside and house on two other sides. It was very dark–getting darker
infact as clouds rolled in–so I had some degree of safety.
Dreamer circled me a moment then rested her head on my shoulder.
Iscritched her behind the ears and smiled. Her hair tickled my naked
bodyand I could feel her warmth. I lipped her ears. She shook her head
andrubbed herself against me. I smiled and used my teeth again on
her–againon her tail and on her hindquarters. She pushed herself into
me–rump inmy face. I could smell her but I wanted more of the smell oh
so wonderfulscent dog sex surprise. I inhaled deeply. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I got on my knees behind her. She had not gained her full size
evenafter three years but was by no means small. I am a tall person as
well. I wrapped my arms around her hips and began to nuzzle as her tail
flicked out of the way. Her perfume was strong and intoxicating. I lost
myselfuntil the morning.There are things I remember about that
night–though now its seems soshort and so timeless. Somehow I had shed
part of my humanity. I lived in the “equine’s second” an “animal now”
rather than the “immediate ofman”. The experience was deeply spiritual.
The lines had been blurred that night. And remembering is like
remembering a dream free k9 sex stories. It is remembering that I was a horse for a
time.
One thing I do recall is falling asleep with Dreamer. She lay in
themiddle of the field. I lay with her, using her neck as a pillow.
When weawoke, the sky was beginning to glow. Dreamer and I watched the
sunrise. Then I found my clothes and walked home half dressed, not caring
if I hadbeen discovered for I had found something–and it was how to say
good bye.