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

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

... We’re sure more comfortable than you”. I gave Mac a hug and leaned over to Gandhi, smiled at his fat head stuck through the gate and placed my cheek on the top of his head “I’m sorry, buddy… like really. Not your fault and I was a bitch… and not a bitch. Yeah, it doesn’t make sense to me either”. I kissed the top of his head and rubbed my nose between his eyes. He smelled nice. Stronger than Mac, but nice. I felt more of Mac’s breath between my legs… and then I sat back up straight. I looked to my left and Kong was sitting. Again, of course. I pulled Mac’s snout away from my thighs and gave him a nose rub, too.

Months without sex or affection or anything… no wonder I couldn’t distinguish between real sexual behavior and just the natural reactions of an animal to a new scent. I thought of Gandhi’s giant penis, the red baseball bat… and filed this under “Boys will be boys and boys get boners sometimes”.

CHAPTER 1.3 - Remembering

It’s funny: when I was growing up, I was sure that I would like sex. I started masturbating when I was 14. I had my first boyfriend at 16 but only went all the way when I was 19. Late bloomer and everything, but it just didn’t feel right before I met Eric. Eric was my first real boyfriend and he was… nice. Sweet. Caring. Gentle. It didn’t hurt when he took my virginity but this also meant that sex was… just nice. It was making love, slow and with lots of cuddles and “I love you”s whispered in the dark. Things with Eric ended when I went off ...

... to college. He cried. I didn’t.

Another nice boyfriend at college, Justin. There’s really nothing to say about him except that he had blonde hair while Eric had dark brown hair. I really can’t think of a single thing to say about him that made him any different from Eric.

Girls at college talked about their wild nights and their orgasms. I didn’t have a single orgasm while having sex. I had lots of orgasms when I was alone in my room. But with a nice guy like Eric or Justin, making love just meant being close, being held, becoming one… and an orgasm for the guy, no orgasm for me. I never had sex without a condom. I didn’t react well to the pill, so condoms were the only option. Putting them on, sometimes first looking for one was all part of the same boring, careful lovemaking that became so boring I sometimes faked going to sleep early so I didn’t have to endure another 5 minutes of Justin’s gentle thrusts which felt like a finger penetrating me.

One night I went out with some of the more adventurous girls, to a club. I didn’t like the music, I didn’t like the smoke of cigarettes and weed - but I did like one of the bartenders. He was tall, and muscular, with tattoos on both arms and long black hair. He didn’t look clean. He didn’t look nice. He looked brutish and arrogant. I ordered a beer, he handed me a tall bottle and I looked at him and let my tongue play around the top of the bottle. He looked at me, made a “come hither” gesture, and went to a back room. I ...