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Amber Petersen's Animal Blog.Hi my name is Amber. And this is my tribute to the zoophiles
community. This is my blog, where people can find likely minded. And share
thoughts, and ideas. Bestiality takes up a great deal of my time, and life.
I and my husband have always known each other to be zoophiles. So we have
been able to enjoy animals ever since we began our journey together. We hope
with this blog to be able to share our beliefs and ideas with everyone
that’s wants to listen. I am also a writer, so you will get a chance to
enjoy some of my best stories as this blog develops. Hugs And kisses Amber &
Spouse.
May 25, 2006 By Spouse @ 4:02 pm Diana’s First TimeDiana’s First Time I grew up in a good family of 4 girls in North East England. I’m the second youngest and being a good girl was very innocent and naive. At the age of 13 or 14 I was at Grammar School, the first girl in our family to go and did I have bad puberty with small breasts and an almost constant bladder infection! I had to get the bus to school every day and walked and stood alone! Every morning a big dog would pass me and growl. I was scared of it not surprisingly. This particular morning I was running late and rushed to the stop, I had to pee really badly…. Behind the stop was a big beech hedge and with care I slipped through it. Taking off my knickers I crouched leaning my back against a tree. Gosh did that feel good, so I closed my eyes. I then felt something warm and wet on my lips, I opened my eyes to see the big black dog that I hated licking up my urine. Terror! So I stayed really still and let the dog do what it wanted…. Now let me explain I was a complete innocent and had at this time never played with myself, I was a good girl! The feel of the dog’s tongue on my pussy was beginning to feel nice, and I guess now I was wet for a different reason. I had an orgasm and the dog continued to lick. Again and again I came; the world was a far off place that was a dream. Next thing I awoke and tried to stand up, the dog had gone; I was groggy and confused so staggered home. Mum put me to bed thinking I was sick, though I don’t know what she thought of the fact that I was carrying my knickers in my hand and they had a muddy paw print on them. Stories | | 1 Comment »RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI Leave a commentYou must be logged in to post a comment. |
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