MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5 - Sex Stories

MY DOGS I - A Night at the Kennels - Chapters 1-5

... private parts… yes, then some serious scolding would’ve been in order. But he hadn’t. And I had still freaked out. I gave Gandhi some extra tender cuddles around his neck and behind his ears. He growled softly and looked at me with sleepy eyes. I felt Mac’s breath on my thighs. I looked down. My skirt covered not even half of my upper legs and my dog’s head lay just below my hip bone. Mac looked back at me. My dog. This is my dog. I leaned back, closed my eyes again. More warm breath on my thighs, I could feel it through my skirt. I could feel it between my legs. Warm. Safe. My dog.

Why had I reacted like this? Why did I think that a dog was interested in me sexually? It seemed crazy now that I thought about it. I had behaved like… like a bitch. I smiled. Now there’s something to think about. Would a “bitch” push the dog back or would a bitch offer herself? “I guess I’m not a real bitch, I’m just some bitch”. I couldn’t hold back a deep belly laugh. Mac looked up at me and licked his lips. “Good boy. Mommy is just being silly”. I leaned forward and whispered into Mac’s ear “Mommy thought Gandhi wants to make doggy babies with her”. To hold back another laugh I took Mac’s ear between my lips… why? I really didn’t know, it just felt natural… Mac whelped a bit but didn’t move. His soft fur tasted salty. I let go and leaned back again, tickling Mac under his belly and playing with Ghandi’s ear.

“This was actually the first time in weeks, maybe months that someone was ...

... close enough to me to smell me”. I had no idea where that thought had come from. But there it was and it was true. Things between my boyfriend and me were… well, next to non-existent. We had sex on my birthday. That was almost half a year ago. I had given him a blow job on his birthday. That was four months ago. Since then… nothing. This was such a cliche. The only thing that was less of a cliche: we had managed to go from first date to steady relationship to no sex at all in less than 2 years. Why? Hard to say. I had made a pro and con list a few weeks ago. After a lot of thought and soul-searching, I came up with this:

PROS:

- He’s nice

CONS:

- He’s nice.

That was it. In a nutshell and without nuance or context, this was really it. I had liked him because he had been the first guy in a long time who had been genuinely nice to me. My early twenties were a long string of asshole boyfriends, cool dudes with big egos who treated me like shit. The thing was: none of them really had the personality or status or built or… (“cock” my mind said but I skipped that) to justify this kind of behavior. They were all bad in bed. They were all broke, some of them were pretty dumb. I remembered Luke who thought that “Vietcong” had something to do with “Hong Kong”. I rolled my eyes. “Vietcong”... “Hongkong”... Kong… I looked to my left. Kong stood close to the bars, motionless as always. He looked at us. Didn’t flinch. “Kong, sit!”. He didn’t move. Of course not. “Alright, Sir. ...