The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 51: The Stray Dog - Sex Stories

The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 51: The Stray Dog

Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-50”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… It was late at night and I was walking home. Not because I enjoyed freezing my ass off, but because I had no other choice. It was so late that the subway system was closed, so walking was my only option. Fortunately, my apartment was not that far away and only a fifteen minute walk separated me from my warm bed. Unfortunately, that meant taking a shortcut through a particularly creepy back alley. I am not usually the type of girl who gets freaked out for no reason, but I had to admit, the shadows the passing cars projected upon the wall were rather chilling. But I was not unduly worried. That is, until I saw a particularly shocking image. The shadow of what ...

... appeared to be a monster suddenly appeared on the wall beside me and grew bigger and bigger as the car passed by the alley. Though I knew it was only a trick of the light, my heart started to beat faster. I whipped around. Obviously, I found no monster. Instead, I found a stray dog following me. He was not huge, but he was quite large. My first instinct was to shoo him away. But he looked so cute with his tattered fur and pitiful expression. I may not be a sappy girl, I had to admit, he made my heart melt. I crouched down and outstretched a hand to show him I posed no threat. The message seemed to get across, because he hurried over to me like… well, like a dog happy to see his master. He started licking my hand. Of course, that made me laugh, which washed what little fear still remained from my monster scare. I spent the next few minutes petting him, but the cold eventually started setting in and I decided it was time to head off. Of course, I felt bad for the poor animal, but I had no food to offer him and my apartment was an animal-free zone. Well, aside from the parrot my roommate was hiding from our landlord, of course. “I gotta go,” I said as I stood up. With one final glance at the homeless animal, I continued my journey home. However, it only took a few moments before I realized I was no longer completing this journey alone. My new canine friend was following me, obviously hoping I would lead him to his new home. With a sigh, I stopped and turned to him. “You have to ...