VALISThe silent language of love, the one that only the dogs. -(On)-(Music Score: Marche pour la cérémonie des Turcs) [G

VALISThe silent language of love, the one that only the dogs. -(On)-(Music Score: Marche pour la cérémonie des Turcs) [Giovanni Battista Lully Florence 1632 / Paris 1687] -(Play)The white light of the moon us illuminated, projecting ghostly silhouettes dancing around us, surrounded by an infinite starry decoration in deep blue. My arms surrounded him, falling on either side of her neck, my fingers gently squeezing her velvety chest transmitting to me the frenetic beating of his inhabited heart. I felt the continuous movement of his shoulders under my chest, his muscles tense, the pressure of his blood running through his veins, his pleasant warmth flooded me all throughout my being. I leaned my face on him torso from his neck and was breathing hard on the back of his neck, behind his dark ears, that penetrating and stimulating smell that emanated from his body filled my head overflowing, plunging me into a universe of indescribable sensations. He was riding astride his back, resting my chest on it, my legs resting on its sides, sinking into his soft belly, behind his rib. Under me, the warm touch of his mantle permeated me, its back arched to spread out with exalted strength, in a waste of living energy. He galloped, climbing upwards, flying higher and higher, panting with great force, breathing in sync with every impulse of her beautiful body, Under us, a padding cloud cover dyed in soft indigo, paraded at frenetic speed. His thick breath caressed my Face, I felt his breathing; the heat that emanated from inside him and his saliva It fell on me, the emotion overwhelmed me. Hugging that beautiful great animal, to that enormous and elegant greyhound, which, from time to time, tilted its head and with the corner of her tender deep caramel-colored eyes I He directed a sweet and fascinating gaze. Our looks crossed and our minds came into contact, we both knew the enormous joy and happiness that flooded us, then flexed the muscles of his face, he raised the corner of his bearded, wet lips and smiled at me. I, fascinated, looked at his eyes, I smiled back and gave myself entirely to him. -(Music Score Ending)When I was a kid, I had this dream since then has never left me. At that time I didn't know anything about love or sex, I didn't know the existence of that breed of dog, I didn't have the slightest idea that, as time went by, I was going to be part of what I would come to feel and live. -(Pause)As an introduction. - All knowledge, all questions and answers are found in the dog. Frank Kafka (1883 - 1924) I am Acinonyx Jubatus, no It is more than a pseudonym, an "alter-ego", inspired by the name scientist of the creature that I consider the most perfect in the world, My real name doesn't matter too much, I might say My name is "Víctor", and it would be exactly the same as if it were a pseudonym. I am bisexual, I am a zoophile. , I I may feel misunderstood, but I am not ashamed of being so, my crises are over. to consider myself a depraved "dog fucker". I am a zoophile, I will continue to be throughout my life, I can suffer from it from time to time but I don't have to regret it, I wanted it that way and I want it to continue being that way, Zoophilia is nothing more than a trend within sexuality, the conflicts that it entails are generated by The lack of analysis on this topic, considering it as an untouchable taboo, is It is true that it is complicated but ignoring it does not achieve anything. The zoophile general is a harmless being who loves life,... It's been many years trying Explain to me why zoophilia happened to me. I am bisexual ...of my bisexual tendencies, The relative "acceptance" of society has already been taken care of, (that's what you were entertaining isn't it, well, I thank you too). I love animals, I adore, I cannot conceive life without them, I will never force them to do anything they do not consent, nor will I harm any of them, I respect them and love them very much. I started with animals by my own decision, I have never considered them nor have I needed as substitutes for nothing. I always have the impression navigate between everything that interests me or catches my attention, for waters different from those of the others. They already weigh after me more than 30 years, I have fooled around with the painting, music, cinema, and theater, I have never written anything, I think it goes it being time for it. Valis, it was not the first life that became part of me in the deepest and most profound way. passionate, it was not my first experience, I have never liked to "tie myself" to any person, I have always been very promiscuous in the human field and especially in the animal, I have always thought that when you find a great mind, a beautiful soul, it is a tremendous waste to reject any type of relationship so only for the stupid fact of the sex, race, or species to which one belongs and thus depriving each other of the life that coexists with all of us in this world. All living beings seem beautiful to me, some more and others less. The precept "know yourself" himself has always seemed suspiciously egocentric to me. It seems more to me correct to say; know others and especially different living beings to the man, and then, you will know yourself much better. It is true that I have my limits and preferences because I have not been able to understand them, or if I understood them, I was disappointed way of appreciating the life of certain species with which I had relationships, not were too varied, especially due to the difficulty of their accessibility and my rejection of furtive sex (do not confuse furtivism with intimacy). I have known the passion of the human being both in the form of women as of men, and I have known occasionally the superb strength of males and females of the equine species, the voluptuous self-confidence of their bodies; the stupid and disappointing naiveté of the sheep; the complete placidity of the bovids, (the latter only females), and I still have hopes of reaching know what is hidden in the suidos, and their minds of unknown and reasonable level. All of them discovered that Generally, most herbivores, perhaps due to their status in the chain food, they are simple souls with little emotional interest, not the interest Morbid that the fascination of their bodies could awaken in me. The truth, is that I have not been able to have sufficiently deep experience with other forms of life different from that of dogs and humans, what am I going to do, for now I am still an urbanite with a desire to get wild rurally. Others, however, will always remain in a latent state. of fantasy, due to its obvious impossibility, great creatures of pure mind, aseptic in their being, in the face of human intervention, reviled Hyenas and Lycaons, primitive Tapirs and Warthogs, grotesque Mandrills, gigantic Bears, enigmatic and perfect big cats (especially the females), and a countless number of beautiful creatures. Outside the genus of mammals, there are practically no any species that sexually attracts me, but vitally, they still seem ecstatically wonderful to me. Always above all of them, even for the majority of all those who do not see themselves in the sad situation of, the fool Simón, and they seek voluntarily, and not out of substitutive necessity, the warmth of a animal, the champion species predominates in the field of communication, our companions of so many years of mutual coexistence, the most extensive variety of shapes, sizes and characters, that of the endearing and fascinating canids. It is also true that I have had negative and frustrating meetings with them, and everything came to nothing. There have also been individuals, even among my favorite breeds, which did not have any type of attractiveness, both in his being and in his physique, with which I stayed away from tasks sexual, But these things are also part of their being in all aspects the most fascinating creatures that are close to us. Not in vain, more than 20,000 years of coexistence together guarantee us, an exciting symbiotic adventure in the path of the most important of stories, the civilization of one's own humanity!. Even at the origins of the first great cultures and religions as in the Avesta, the cult his figure occupied a good part of the not to mention the later cultures and beliefs that have had to do directly or indirectly with the animals and their interaction with humans. Centaurs, Lycanthropes, Fauns, Minotaurs, etc, have been during the different eras of our civilization, chimeras mythological of undoubted bestial concept. The patent anthropomorphism of animals protagonists of fables and legends, examples of virtues and defects, flesh and blood actors, or well as humanized characters in drawing, brings out our atavistic desire to share our lives with those of other beings different from us. Illustrious characters of the history have been or have practiced zoophilia, homozoophiles as they were Socrates and Leonardo Da Vinci, the wisdom of knowledge animal of Vlad L. Durov, or the negligence of Catherine II of Russia, who died from a clumsy horse crush,Until just a few decades ago, the common cohabitation of men and animals in towns and cities for work daily activities, caused no more than one case of public notoriety but it would be absurd to extend On these topics, they will always be considered mere historical anecdotes. On November 3, 1957, aboard sputnik II, the first earthling arrived in outer space. The dog Laika. Of course it was the human being who was in charge of tremendous feat, but I think it is worthy to thank the different species who have contributed to our development (many times with their own life), a small tribute, The human being yearns desperately knowing other forms of intelligent life other than man, scans the stars in vain attempts to confirm their presence in the universe. In the hypothetical case that the humanity managed to contact some form of intelligent life extraterrestrial, the most likely thing would be that we would encounter a cultural abyss, evolutionary, conceptual and communication, completely impossible to overcome, We simply wouldn't realize that finally, we would have found each other. We look outside in search of what coexists among us in an infinite number of possible ways, in multiple concepts of life, we only have to make an effort to try to understand, What is the mystery that surrounds their worlds, does not require too much effort big. It is undeniable that intelligence and not just instinct is housed in all the higher animals, I do not sin excessively in anthropomorphism (questionable definition, by the way), intelligence is not just the model that we know about us as a species, this resides in millions of variants in practically all living beings on this planet. I think the excessive humanization of animals, is as harmful as assigning them only of cognitive and instinctive behaviors, both only lead to ignorance of the animal mind Psychology and ethology are sciences of innumerable disputes, the accuracy or inaccuracy of his conclusions are always relatively linked to the appreciation and notion of each professional regarding the topic, even from environmental factors totally unrelated to their study. we have not arrived has not even to unravel in depth the simplest of the approximations, animal language. Within its limitations and acquired behaviors, an animal mind is not exactly what the of an autistic, although it is quite similar, is closely similar under my modest appreciation and bridging the enormous differences, to an individual with the Aspergen syndrome, an animal expresses and communicates within its possibilities, he is incapable of hiding his feelings or his desires, it is introverted as well as expansive. On one occasion during one of my travels through the towns of this country, I came to engage in one of the most interesting and revealing communications with a wonderful creature, I had no any type of mental defect, he never said anything throughout his life, but he spoke continuously, she was a middle-aged woman, deaf-mute from birth, isolated and marginalized in her town, she did not know how to read or write, she did not know the sign language, nor do I ever need to gesticulate exaggeratedly, it was all she pure expressiveness, to this day I have not found any more example clear about how beautiful it can really be on the inside, that animal that is the human being. Eye contact, maintaining staring directly into the eyes is generally an aggressive and hostile attitude. challenge, both in our species and in the animal world, even if we play this with some trusted human acquaintance, after both represent a performance of mental block in which the looks do not say anything, they are nothing more than mere organs of vision, it always ends in the same way, the looks break and the head is lowered between reconciliatory laughter and contact is used physically placing his hands on top of the other, as an unconscious apology while saying that well-known phrase: “but what nonsense we do.” Keeping your gaze fixed is also for animals a challenging attitude, with dogs especially, even with those who are the "worst" dog lovers such as breeds Nordic and Spitz of Asian origin, (the herd instinct is very latent in These races continually challenge the lower rank that they could represent, but breaking this pattern drastically, having physical contact with the alpha male, they find it very contradictory and difficult to overcome). Yeah we know how to speak and listen with our eyes we will discover that it is a language universal, with no human-a after a crazy passionate relationship, it is possible be truly sincere visually, even pretending otherwise, (certainly with love apart from sex, this is possible, but I am talking about promiscuity), however, if we know this fascinating mode of communication, among other languages also implicit with each species, communication with animals is completely sincere and pure, (except with the dull stupidity of the sheep, at least in my case, that continue to awaken in me, the instinct predatory and primitive of a good grilled lamb chop). Questions continually arise regarding the knowledge that animals have about themselves and about the concept of death that they could have, that is something tremendously complex, It is true that animals suffer from joy, sadness, anxiety, stress or are selfishly territorial, it is something that they certainly harbor in their instinct, like many of his and our actions, but these states of mood, are caused by a state of desire, and all these behaviors are in themselves same feelings. I remember a long time ago, a couple of mutts who used to wander together through an urbanization in the outskirts of Madrid, they were companions on adventures and unnecessary hunts for rabbits (they had owners and ate daily), one night, one of them suddenly he went howling from 3 in the morning until dawn, That same morning on the way to the city, I observed the body run over in the ditch of the companion of the one who howled the night before. Back to the urbanization, he had already found his friend's body and was in a attitude that I found very touching and terribly sad, continually pushed the inert body with its front paws, barking and inviting it to get up, it was clear that although aware of the certainty of death (they themselves killed hares and rabbits only by instinct), they are not capable of develop a concept about what appears to us that really this represents. During the next two days he could be seen in that same attitude, on the third day it disappeared. A month later, walking with Tommy, we found him curled up under some bushes, because of his appearance He must have died shortly after his disappearance. Many could be taken conclusions; a state of psychic weakness that could determine the appearance of an accident, an unconscious state of self-abandonment, poisoning or simply died of natural causes. But for me it doesn't fit There is no doubt as to what the motivation for his death was. - Let's not be cowards with our actions, nor reject them after they have been done! The remorse of conscience is something unseemly. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900) What can be wrong with loving to an animal? What breaks our morality schemes? Is it perhaps morality, that one people massacre another? That they be allowed to completely annihilate his own species and be given absolute reason, based on hypocrites and hidden interests of all kinds? Is it moral to allow death for hunger of millions of people and children? Is the manipulation genetics? The speculation of scientists and medical laboratories with the life?... Probably me too I would die like that poor animal before being able to enumerate the infinite human injustices and cruelties. Those who are scandalized when faced with issues of a controversial sexual nature, ignoring or accepting other perverse behaviors other than the merely sexual, I find them so interesting psychiatric analyses, as in the same way, my tendency might interest you them. These types of relationships are not only acts of humans, anthropophilia, is also something real, it is precisely what usually happens to animals that live closely together with the man, without necessarily having sexual relations between them. We have all been able to observe the persistent attention of a dog frustrated, having parties with his penis erect, clinging to his legs everyone who arrives, or the constant harassment of copulation that he suffered in his hair the German ethologist Conrad Lorenz, on behalf of the ducks he observed for your research. Symbiotic relationships for diverse objectives of their lives, among the different animal species are completely natural, it is not surprising that there may be other patterns of behavior of a sexual nature. There are continually cases of horses and donkeys covering cows, of dogs copulating with the sheep they guard, of lions covering tigresses in the privacy of circuses, (probably due to a state of confinement, since these two species could not be found in the wild, they belong to different continents), of wild boars raiding pigsties, etc, and even more than proven and studied cases of female and male homosexuality in the animal kingdom, (John Sparks. The sexual connection. 1978 Devon Editions. / Jessica Menendez, Bertrand Loyer, & Stephane Alexandresco. Out In Nature: Homosexual Behavior In The Animal Kingdom. 2000 C & Saint Thomas Prod.).When zoophilia is cited, immediately appears in the mind of society, the image of brutal characters, depraved maniacs, careless-looking, with eyes wild and bloodshot, drooling lewdly and fucking each other continually to anything that has four legs, feathers or scales. The Zoophilia is not something that only occurs in psychopathic, deranged or deranged individuals. self-conscious, incapable of being able to relate to their peers, it is no soma, substitute for reality. Zoophilia is not just about maintaining sexual relations with an animal, zoophilia goes much further than mere sexual aspect, this is nothing more than one more event, implicit in the fully share life with animals. Without mutual consent, it will be practically impossible to carry out any practice, and, if the human part continued determined to complete such an act by constraint, apart from being able to take the occasional bite or kick, you would be committing rape! zoophilia It is NOT illegal, nor is it prohibited, (at least in the European community), this allowed and consented to, although not fully understood, which does NOT mean that animals can be harmed or mistreated with impunity, (remember the Article 632 of the Spanish penal code, referring to mistreatment of animals, Please DO NOT give them reasons, DO NOT violate or infringe it ever). an animal, He is not mentally disabled or autistic, he is not a child or a minor. age, is an adult being with a life cycle different from ours, is a living being with feelings and desires. A dog covering a human being is not being forced, a dog or a bitch that consents, without submission or any fear, to be covered, they are not being forced; In order to reach that state, you must go through a very difficult process to complete. The taboos, he imposes them on himself the human being himself, it is necessary that they exist, but this specifically is harmless, it is not constrictive for any of the participants, you have to reach to know the animals to know that it is like that. Zoophilia has existed since that the world is the world, it exists and will always exist, until the end of time. To every researcher, who believes be able to find mentally disturbed people capable of committing crimes and crimes Within this field, I am not going to deny that this could happen, as Unfortunately it occurs in all sexual tendencies; they certainly exist stupid cults and sick sects of all kinds that discredit and They mistake this tendency, including it in their pathetic dogmas. Each individual and His mind is in itself a tangled web of unknown purposes. But, it most likely you will encounter misunderstood people of very diverse social and cultural condition, branded as immoral, targets of ridicule and disqualifications of all kinds, victims of blackmail and extortion, persecuted and socially repudiated. How many times do scammers and botched pornographic productions on the subject, (Given the enormous amount of benefits they bring, it wouldn't hurt to take care of just a little these films and photo shoots), make serious mistakes and clumsy games that grate the nerves of those who really know him, how many clumsy models of more than dubious knowledge, both of the mind and of animal anatomy, They rub the dogs' sensitive penis with their hands, or simulate fellatio in impossible canine positions, (masturbation, for a dog, is not valid human way). How many times are sharp made-up nails seen, how many times They rub an animal's penis on their chest, with chains and medals hanging from the model's neck, ignoring, or worse, not caring the injuries that could cause them, how many times they insist brutally in achieving an impossible erection in an unmotivated animal, How many times are sweets high in sugar used to attract other interests? the attention of a dog, glucose being highly harmful to its health. I have never been able to consider a relationship between species, such as a case of paraphilia, always, which is not reduce it solely and exclusively to that. I have not been able to consider myself as Bisexual or Zoophile, it seems more correct to describe myself as "polysexual" limited, limited since I share my rejection, for practices of another different kind, sharing, the state of stupor that my strange relations to the rest of mortals. Only a few, even, inside of those who feel an exacerbated passion for animals, know what terribly distressing that the repressed exaltation is before a soul beautiful. The hypocritical rejection of these practices, the sterile false morality that provokes ridicule, ridicule, and the subject of psychiatric analysis with clumsy results and ignored, (well, due to ignorance or shame,) origin and foundation, based often only in old studies carried out. Today, they cannot be valid and accurate the conclusions that on this topic, developed by a conditioned and shaken Kraft Ebberg. The social and cultural model is has transformed dizzyingly, the appreciation of values has changed dramatically radical, beliefs, taboos and prejudices have stopped weighing on the consciences foreign to the indoctrination of religions, and social models politicians. Sometimes wanting to be able to talk honestly about everything This with other people becomes an insurmountable wall of incomprehension. absolute. Today's society is far from being able to understand and accept this controversial filiation, even if we don't care too much about being discovered, is nothing advisable to make oneself known publicly, to "get out of the doghouse." If we are capable of adding imagination to the matter, there will always be ways to expand our anxieties; surely there are countless folders full of drawings and illustrations that have served as relief for many crises, lately, new technologies offer us escape routes that allow us to preserve an unreal state of anonymity, (as I am now doing myself, aware of that unreality). Sometimes I used to represent small volunteers performances, when I needed condoms for my human relationships, I used to go to a large shopping center, the shopping cart included condoms, natural lubricating oils, some underwear female, a bottle of gin, a dog collar, some canine toy and a few treats for dogs. I deeply admire all of those professionals who are behind a counter or a cash register, never They didn't surprise me or show me any gesture, on the other hand, they were curious and amusing, the whispers and murmurs of those who remained behind me in the line. I have frequently given rise to jokes and comments among my friends. ironic about the relationship established with "my" dogs, I have come to show the scratches on my back and waist inflicted during the previous night, through the paws of some canine lover, I have been able to verify that people so They can only suspect, they become willfully blind, even if you openly and explicitly throw a whole confession at them, they will always believe that it is just a bizarre joke plus a peculiar sense of humor. (although... I still wonder what may have happened to a certain friendship, what embarrassed even more than myself, stammered some sort of apology, and fled terrified, I don't blame him, back then I was less calm than now). The possibilities have been few and they are only reduced to a beautiful person, for the moment, in human complicity with this type of fascinating love. There can be nothing perverse in loving another form of life, as valuable as that of all of us, in loving life itself. I reiterate what I said before mentioned, you should never ever force anything that no living being does not consent to, not to get involved, this is a mutual act, of complicit intervention between both, all practices within these types of relationships, as well as within a normal heterosexual relationship, they do not have to take place if there is no consent of the opponent, this does not have to be frustrating in absolute, although if that were your case, I would advise you to leave him alone and think about having another life with you; we can always be willing to meet, without ties of any kind, other beings with different temperaments and personalities, who will prefer one thing, another, or none, or, on the contrary, if the bond created between the two is immensely large, you will access, without fear or mutual rejection, practically everything what you want It is about love in its most genetic and pure state. It is true that I vindicate Groucho Marx, when I quote that why do they call it love, when they want say sex? -(Continuum) Yo - In the eyes of an animal, we often see reflections of a hidden and secret world. They put us in communication, as through of a door, with a universe different from ours. (G.H. Schubert.) Small explanatory note: In the story that follows, Next, I recognize an excessive anthropomorphic and humanized interpretation from Valis, I completely assume that it was an animal, which many of their actions were atavistic and unconscious, but the degree of understanding that I got to engage with him was real and sincere. I could have treated him third person, as an object somewhat distant from my human condition, but the being human also harbors his animal nature within, we were always “the” and "I", therefore, although he is no longer with me, it seems right to continue treating us from you to you. To avoid a profuse extension, I have eliminated the experiences of affection and clean love that we share together. When dealing with this, a section dedicated to erotic stories, I narrate only (except for a small introduction and ending), the purely sexual parts of our relationship. For all hearts I don't know why I went to meet you, I, a mastiff enthusiast, who also hated driving, was traveling a long way to see a litter of, sighthounds!, in more than one occasion I thought about turning around and returning to the city, but, that dream of my childhood was now more latent than ever in my head, I don't know what it was that It encouraged me to continue. I didn't know anything at all about your race, just I knew that you were, and still are, very little spread throughout Europe, that There was a Scottish variant of smaller size and volume, which you were a kind of huge street mongrels with shaggy, gray hair, and that was exactly the first impression you made on me when I saw you. You didn't seem like anything to me especially, you resembled some funny little puppies, with thick legs, without defined race, descendants of the characters of a mediocre movie cartoons, I was beginning to think I had wasted my time. The sticky smell emanating from The puppies flooded the entire house, it had only been two months since you arrived at the house. outer life, you were little pieces of a.d.n on the way to a long process of development, some fragments of the primordial soul. You and yours met three brothers inside an enclosure set up in the bathroom, next to the kitchen, This led to a door through which you accessed the enormous garden. After contemplate and touch the soft and tender bodies of all of you, we go out Your owner and I are abroad, despite it being the end of May, That spring was much cooler than normal, the sun was beginning to set decline and the temperature began to tighten all the pores of my skin. look at the spaciousness of the surroundings, my host whistled and pronounced his name, and there she was. Running from the end of That plot appeared one of the most beautiful visions I have ever seen. HE I appreciated that he moved, dilating time with each movement, that he galloped with an unusual perfection and elegance. She was the most precious creature, the most most beautiful of the females of your species that I had ever seen. Her stylized body It was impressively tall and long, of a suggestive and feminine slenderness, its coat of hard, but beautiful fur, was completely white with light reflections golden and gray, the visible areas of his skin were softly salmon-colored; except for his ears, eyelids, snout, lips and nose, which were completely black, its strong and long legs achieved that tremendous height and the perfect arm, they energetically propelled their entire being, their long, thin tail, slightly arched upwards, it remained parallel to the ground while He galloped, counterbalancing his moving muscle mass. Controlling all that explosion of life, carried majestically, one of the sweetest and most beautiful canine heads that I have known, the bearded and rebellious outline of their lips They showed the most mischievous of smiles, their marked eyebrows gave her a unusual expressiveness in your species, the soft sliding from his forehead to his nasal reed gave it an elegant sobriety and its small, shaped ears of rose petals, culminated that fantastic creature. He stood happily in front of us, had an expression of complete happiness. Katty that's her name wonderful female, I crouched down towards her, placing myself at her height and touched her, I caressed his head and his back as far as I could reach, letting my hand slide on his ribs that contained the strong breath that stirred in his Inside, during that exciting moment, the smell of her body seemed to me like most intoxicating of perfumes, he licked my hand while I sniffed it carefully. I felt the warmth from inside his body, then, I raised first his gaze, he stayed fixed on my eyes, then raising his neck without losing eye contact, leaving his head at the same height as the mine. His eyes, dogs know so many things! I felt lost, his eyes made me completely neutralized, he had the most suggestive of looks, he didn't blink He didn't look away, he didn't even move a single hair on his perfectly tangled eyebrows, through them you could glimpse the magic that lived in its interior. That person who had you in symbolic property, he continually spoke to me about you and your race, I was commenting something about one of the many legends that surround you, I think I remember who mentioned the name "Gelert", but I didn't listen to him, he looked completely bewitched in your mother's eyes and I felt it, I felt again what I felt as a child could achieve, We communicated, it took a while to assimilate it, I couldn't believe it; The transition from surprise to enchantment was consummated instantly, They were not concrete words or concepts, they were not telepathic utopias, It was a language that was difficult to explain, that only those who know it can grasp. Establishing communication with an animal does not imply our concept of language, it is quite another thing that you have to allow yourself to be able to feel and know. I cursed myself during all the way back, I had broken one of what I believed, mis most imperturbable principles, that of not "marketing" with any living being, I He felt guilty for what he had done, leaving so many people in the lurch. number of beautiful souls lost in shelters and dog residences, in case was not enough, it had not been easy or cheap, I remember hitting hard with the He fisted the steering of the old "Milqui", and suddenly the lever of the gear shift located behind the steering wheel; the engine roared wildly, I nervously put it back in without practically pressing the clutch, the The car shook and jumped and put it in gear, which made me not continue. thinking about it and moving on. A couple of weeks later you came into me life. II Time, how much I hate you! I couldn't read you in that one occasion, in fact none of the entire litter, you were still puppies with a lost look, you were not the largest specimen, you were not the only one with a cape tabby, you were not the only male in the litter, (I admit, despite my duality, I passionately lean more towards my own sex), it was above all your incipient personality compared to that of your brothers that captivated me. Valis, that was you name, in homage to the science fiction writer; Philip K. Dick, and his schizophrenic novel of the same name, with which he was engrossed in his reading at that time. You grew up like every dog does, with its little ones. problems and frequent joys, you did not cause me any damage except the inevitable accidents typical of the stage of life you were going through, it was a brief period although at certain moments it seemed endlessly to me long. Already in your adolescence you started stood out noticeably, you continually attracted attention, you were a beautiful slim and tall animal, you were so impressive! I started fooling around innocently with you while we played, we began to trust each other in the proximity of our bodies, to smell each other up and down, learning to speaking different languages, we spent hours looking at each other sincerely, without denoting no challenge to keep our gazes fixed, we fully shared our feelings and our lives. Our bond was made every more intimate and bigger, you were always present in my mind when I wasn't We were together, your appreciation for me was also latent. You started to wear me down dog jokes while I watched you lying on the grass, you ran around happily among your other companions, you suddenly changed your path and you pounced, spilling yourself all over me, as if you were the character of the tiger Hoobes, I joined your game and we spun around, rolling on the grass. How many stomps and bruises on the body, how many destroyed books, how many gifts we crush in our crazy descents, How many unforgettable moments of happiness. You knew perfectly well that Despite the condescension he had towards you, your rank in the pack that The two of us were beneath me, you were never a spoiled person. capricious, if not quite the opposite, calm, docile, loyal, always willing to please me in every way possible. Almost two long years passed, until you physical and mental growth was completed. You were not a standout standard of your race, there was your perfection, you reached 87 cm. Of raised to the withers, and weighing 69 kg; an average height and weight in a male, no In vain you hold the record for the tallest dog breed, not the largest. (In 1964 a specimen was dated that measured 114 cm). Comparing you with other tall breeds, your body was much lighter and longer, your body thoracic body gave greater importance to space than any other part of your anatomy, your strong legs were long and thin, your head was extremely fine and small in relation to that of the molossers. Your muscle mass, although firm, was noticeably smaller, but not your superior bone volume. Even your dense and rough brindle coat, of a certain length in certain areas, made you less sensual, that the bulldogs with velvety mantles, with whom you shared in the passed bloodlines, in a desperate attempt to regain your practically extinct breed. The history of your race is so exciting, so full of beautiful legends and stories of royal lineage, coming from mystics land. It was above all things, kindness, patience, sincere generosity of your heart, the noble sweetness of the character of your race, the one that made me fall deeply in love with you. Irish Wolfhound. The most beautiful dogs in the world. Thank you for existing! III Your body was my body, one body, united alone by grotesque extremes. I love the smell of dog The morning is something fascinating! Sleep through the night With a dog it is an extremely relaxing and pleasant experience, the heat and the touch of their bodies, feeling and hearing their breathing, letting themselves be overcome by the fascinating smell that emanates from them, getting to share that lethargic state It is something tremendously pure and clean. Oral sex is and remains my favorite morning game, brain and sex are so close, like antagonistic precepts of common duality. It was dawning while we stayed lying down, with our bodies in permanent contact, impregnated with each other another of smelly alloys, you dozed on top of the sheets, spread out side how long you were, we stretched caressing each other for a long time that we had reserved for ourselves, every morning. I used to lean my head against your stomach, and listening to the continuous work of your insides, I immersed myself between your thighs, through the iliac area, and kissed your warm skin, while, with his fingers index and thumb massaged your penis through his hairy foreskin, your body reacted, you raised one of your hind legs a little to let me act with mutual comfort, your back was hunched, your front legs extended They pressed my back, and your hips began the frenetic rhythm, your testicles moved in a horizontal motion, he kissed the opening of the foreskin, The shaggy hair that surrounded it used to be stuck together and impregnated with fluids. bodily, it tasted like urine and dry smegma, it didn't disgust me at all, It was part of your body's biology. The reddened tip of your penis began to appear, my favorite corner entered my mouth and without leaving completely out of its sheath, your wonderful monstrosity began to expand in blood spasms. My lips collected the concave glans and my tongue rested on its base, surrounding your fleshy and flattened tip, you flowed into me For a long time, I sucked up all the semen you threw at me, sucking like if I were a puppy clinging to its mother's nipple. You remained like dozing overwhelmingly during those moments, warmly relaxed, only Your breathing became deeper and more labored, huffing and puffing. from time to time. Practically every morning in the world you joined of my being, was the daily beginning of our sincere love. Your Monstrous Gargoyle, as I He delighted in her, she was horribly morbid. So 'animal'! Inside its fleshy sheath, in resting state, it was no big deal, an indistinct form of gelatinous flesh permanently lubricated by smegma, which hidden within it a vast calm network of vessels and veins, in its internal center, closest to the part bottom of that cavernous mass of flesh and fine soft skin, hid a long and rigid reinforcing structure, a strong calf of almost bone consistency, the causing the lacerating pleasurable pain, which in your first and inexperienced you caused me incursions. When he was found completely swollen, totally and irremediably blocked for its return inside your belly; showed the most morbid appearance of all Canine monsters I have come to know. It was violet in color in its mass, furrowed with countless small blood vessels of a bluish color and crimson, from the upper end of the concave glans, made their incursion veins with a more marked outline than those that sprang up as tributaries, branches in an intelligent blood supply system, all that fine texture bloody blood covered the entire elongated part of the penis. At the base of all your thick at its beginning, and smaller diameter at its base, which slid in a marked curve towards the end, the abrupt appearance of the bulb stood out, settling in small knobby protuberances also riddled with veins. You bulb was of the advanced type, the lateral ends protruding towards front, more pronounced than the rear circumference, located at the height of the urethral muscle, where the penis is articulated offering that devilish flexibility that allows you to completely turn around. Its back was smooth, almost free of irregularities, with a smaller number of glasses blood vessels, above it the appearance of the artery was strongly marked main, tense in its continuous supply of blood pressure; transversally a fold of fine dermal tissue marked one hemisphere from the other, at the beginning of its small bumps of serum content were marked on the front, collapsing in an abrupt plummet to the base of the circumference of the penis. All of that could be divided into two other lateral symmetrical hemispheres, Seen your bulb from below, it resembled the drawing of a heart. At the end of that alien, The tip was fleshy and flattened at its base, protruding from the abrupt glans. gnarled that swelled around her, largely hiding her. that was my favorite corner, I spent long moments there pressing my tongue against its part central, introducing myself with my tongue into its convoluted concavity, experiencing the resistance that the pressure of the blood exerted on your entire penis, felt the suction effect that that peculiar design exerted when it was enclosed absorbing my tongue and sinking my cheeks. Below the fleshy tip, the graceful elliptical external orifice of the urethra, the intoxicating elixir of your body, it was all of you in a liquid state, everything that you eras, he was concentrated in that canine flow, he never despised in vain any drop, even when out of curiosity he masturbated you or when he was on top of you and inside you, he always collected with the palm of his hand or in some container, your semen to drink it later, (Doesn't the human being consume animal products, practically without any treatment, it is not honey, pure vomit of a thousand insects, it is not the milk synthesized by the organism of an animal, are they not, perhaps, the eggs and caviar, the ovules of birds and fish respectively). Just waste the parts of yourself that you deposited in other beings and it was not possible for me to extract them for various reasons, or those doses that you use to observe them under the microscope. It was exciting to see your whole life moving in more or less organized flocks, forming extraordinary patterns concentric. The positions were multiple, both of you lying on a surface, lying on the bed while you You had your front legs resting on it and your back legs on the ground, lying face up under your belly or kneeling on your side. I even you were riding in the opposite position (this position prevented my masturbation by having one hand on the floor and the other holding your penis, but it was fantastic), I You grabbed me by the armpits, pulling me, bringing my head closer to your area. genital, you were hunched over my back and the heat of your gasping and the dripping of the saliva fell on my kidneys, your height allowed you to separate your legs back and the space created under your belly, was quite accessible, I had to tilt my head a little so that your angle was appropriate and allow my breathing, I felt all the heat of your belly pressing against the side of my face, I could see your black testicles swaying with each lunge, it was a somewhat tiring position after a while, (the You dogs take so much time, I love it!), After controlling the effusive first pelvic impulses that can be harmful to the sky of the palate, when the rhythm slows down and becomes more relaxed, I already had more than enough experience to be able to enter without excessive problems, the entire very hard length of your penis down your throat. When your penis was in burning erection, he held it behind the bulb with his index and thumb, or he very carefully surrounded it with his hand, exerting a slight rhythmic pressure, feeling the whole beat of your life at that end. My lips felt the irregularities created by the tense blood vessels that They completely surrounded him, leaving and entering me. I could feel with tongue the valley-shaped slope created at the bottom of the penis, by where the urethral canal extended inside. Occasionally I pulled out of his throat to taste the thick glans, caressing it with his tongue, or insert it into my cheeks, letting the tension of the hollow created between the inner wall of the cheek and the gums, (with the molars tight to avoid annoying friction), performed a vaginal task, leaving slide the semen that you deposited in me through hidden fissures, storing it under my tongue until it overflowed and ran into me. No, the ball is impossible, only part of it can be wrapped with the lips, there is no human being who achieves it, who affirms it like this, It simply lies, or it was not in full development. (although I have known small dogs of exaggerated sexual proportions, only with breeds very small size is relatively possible). The continuous palpitations of your entire penis culminated in a continuous drip that alternately accompanied a new stroke of ejaculation, which gradually changed consistency, (the Canine semen is the most fluid of all mammals, unlike that of our species, which is the one with the highest density), you began to ejaculate practically at the first stimulation you received, even without having physical contact with your penis, simply with the state of excitement and innate movement in you. You began by ejaculating a seminal fluid almost transparent and abundant, with an alkaline flavor and metallic nuance, whose function is lubricate and create a vacuum effect inside the dog's anatomy. Progressively its consistency and chemistry were transformed, and your wise organism, added the sperm itself; the sperm, the ambassadors of your being mixed, giving it consistency and color, becoming a pearly translucent tone, greyish-white in color, the flavor is transformed, and acquired a recognizable salty-starchy flavor, (curiously This can vary significantly depending on the individual from whom it comes), Subsequently, the third phase of insemination consisted again of the fluid prostate, whose mission is to provide greater fluidity to the entire volume ejaculated to be able to reach the various eggs housed in the uterine tubes of the female. Sometimes I tried to get an idea of the volume of accumulated canine semen that I received during multiple fellatios orals that I practiced, I was more or less clear about the amount of abundant semen that I received from the nine horses and only three donkeys that I have come to know, there have been few specimens, but on the other hand with dogs, they have been So many and continuous that I was unable to imagine it. Humans have never had the privilege of entering so viscerally into me, very regretfully, his dangerous fluids have always been rejected, that is something only reserved for the purity of the animals. Your sperm had a marking taste, a little more floury in consistency than usual, it was pure ambrosia For both my palate and my mind, I could believe I could feel your thoughts running. millions of cells madly inside my mouth, flooding it and in waves rush down my throat; and when my stomach was filling up with you, I noticed the work of my body assimilating it and synthesizing it, to become part of it. Your thick being settled in my viscera! All my sex experiences oral with you were intense and fully developed, whether in the position was, from the beginning to the end; since you started with the frenzy belly dance and continued with the slow waltz of your hind legs, until that you relaxed and remained for a long time completing ejaculation; all of it Inside my oral cavity, you literally fucked me through the mouth! Finally, your “gargoyle” deflation came, I lost all pressure, and the ischioretractor muscles They pulled the penis towards themselves, collecting that wonderful organ, which was losing magic and transformed into another anatomical part. On your own initiative you used to lick my penis and my ejaculations with relish; It is true that I tried reverse the roles, the idea of staying inside your mouth seems to me It seemed very suggestive, I tried it by inserting my penis into your irregularities black lips, between the inside of your lip and the long row of molars your strong jaws, capable of cutting the throat of a deer with a single bite; You moved your head and opened your jaws, removing the penis from your mouth with muscular movements of your tongue, it was clear that you did not understand or I liked it, I never proposed it to you again or tried it again. IV The beast! That delicate creature. The afternoons passed warmly slow, beautiful harmonies of all times and styles sounded discreetly on the stereo, the light was dim, the smell of the environment became sweet and liberated desires hovered around us. we used to play with our bodies on the thick carpet and if you had passion inside you, we covered each other. We looked forward to the courtship ceremony, we were always completely naked, just in our first couplings we had both collars that we hooked to each other to control the descent, it was something I learned with Tommy, I have always preferred to feel and endure the weight of a hot body on me, to descend and pass a paw rear on the trapped phallus and turning on our backs we would be hooked by the buttock Sometimes, commemorating a special date, we would ride some playful show in which we indulged in that kind of thing, We decorated the environment with large stuffed animal dolls, and I dressed you with feminine lingerie or with clothes all over your body, you looked ridiculous appearance, then little by little he unbuttoned your shirt to the rhythm of the music, I slid under you, kissing your skin, running my tongue all over you. chest, when he reached under your belly he would unzip your pants, and Through the opening the entire hairy canine foreskin appeared, I couldn't see it. avoid I immediately started to excite you and suck you, sometimes I participated next to us the beautiful person who was Bée, we also used to play together the three of them were "comic" humanized variants that we practiced to have fun and laugh in the “Inuiks” way. I never put you on nor did I put on you condoms, I never actually use them with animals, if we divert ejaculate, and, that's what it was about, that's how it would be. I never put socks on you, if you had to scratch me and nail me with your blunt nails, that's how it should be, (and well you scratched me at the beginning of your frenetic dance, on more than one occasion). I placed myself kneeling on all fours, we circled around each other, while our bodies and heads rubbed and licked each other, I always preferred that you started first, that you were the one to take the initiative, I I metamorphosed like a bitch in heat, I offered my butt to your brilliant truffle, you began to pant excitedly and sniffed me deeply, your attention headed towards my genitals, I felt the moist touch of your truffle on them, and an enormously warm fleshiness rubbed between my penis and testicles, leaving them completely wet. Your licks changed their objective and began to move upwards, along the perineum, you focused on my hindquarters breathing hard on them and you began to lick me with short stabs of your tongue on my entrance, which grew as if uninhibiting you in strong licks, under your drooling and rubbing stimulation began has to relax my muscles and adjust the place to go, after a period of intense fruition in which you practically entered with your tongue inside me, and of delicate pinches that you caused me on my buttocks with your teeth. You tongue ascended between the cleft of my buttocks, your dilated tongue collected inside your pasty jaws, you arranged it, muttering, and appeared again in a more contracted state, you placed your hairy and soaked chin on my kidneys, you tilted your head and snorted hard through your nose, on my spine, I arched, sharing the deep excitement that enveloped us, caressing the sensations that were going to occur shortly moments, offering me the same way you did towards me. You played several times my back with one of your front paws, and then quickly Your two arms jumped on me, your body followed, and your head slid up to my neck, I felt and smelled the warm breath that strongly gushed from your inside, the licks and the trickle of your saliva fell on me, culminating perfection, the summation of the lover, the highest degree of passion, which as introduction to a carnal relationship, could come to fruition, you went down and You raised your neck, raising your head, your arms clung to me with force holding me firmly by the belly, your hands entered through under my legs and pressed rhythmically with the frenzy of your dance. You never retired and came back upload several times before doing it, as was the case with some other beautiful soul, You began to fuck frantically, I felt your warm belly, like your he clung more and more to me, how you mistaken the destiny of your passion and You crushed me in the crevice of my buttocks, as your thick testicles They hit in a continuous sway, producing loud rhythmic knocks, which They added to the deep panting of your breathing, you backed away without getting off and You corrected the direction (dogs never know how to enter easily or slowly). Your hind legs were moving uncoordinatedly, that was the moment when I He must have been more focused on controlling you, he must have prevented the somewhat frenetic attacks at first would harm you or me due to the peculiar penile filling, I bent over a little more, extending one of my arms below my flexed thighs, to grab your penis and guide it to the entrance of my ass, with the passage of time and your experience it went away doing something unnecessary but I couldn't help but be a little aware of it. You groped hard, finding your way around my butt, Your body The whole thing was transformed once again, your breathing was short, your arms They grabbed me harder, pushing me with all their distributed strength towards you, your back. It arched even more, your hind legs separated with short steps and jumps, I felt the hard cartilage hit around my anus, pinching me at the edge. of the sphincter. The lunge was the most relatively tense moment, you inserted yourself in me My body jumped in a spicy spasm of pain and pleasure, and Next came the second phase, more stimulating, more pleasant, of full physical contact, that of mutual carnal pleasure for our bodies, the crazy dance accelerated its course, your rapid movement in time with the speed of your respiration, remained constant during the period in which you grew, You pushed and pulled me a little more, the air echoed with gasps and some slight moan, a liquid and cyclical sound towards its appearance. You flexed your hind legs and you reached deeper, to the very end of your beauty, I noticed the passage of the bulb in incipient growth, the punch at the end It hit my intestines. Then the pressure began, we both dilated, and the pace of your dance changed, you alternately raised your hind legs, slightly, matching your movements, and a sweet waltz took over both. I felt inside me your body in pulsating growth getting stuck, in a short and continuous rotary movement, the little heart of your gargoyle mutated In a frenetic cardiac beast, your muscles were working at full capacity, the arteries and veins filled with life, your entire penis turned into that Mr. Hide cavernous, arterial, tremendously sensitive, with skin so extremely soft and fine, full of marked irregularities, in the most perfect of designs. The push you exerted on me It was brutal, your hands clung, pressing me harder, your nails broke nailed in constant epidermal tension, your gasp behind me still enveloped me more than what your body had already collected me, then it was my turn perform my submissive interpretation, I shrank my belly and slouched Accommodating myself to your monstrosity, I reclined my head, squeezing my hands tightly. fists to control my labored and altered breathing, I began to masturbate, supporting you with three of my limbs. The profile of my sphincter stretched, behind him, inside, full dilation, all that culminated its development, a tense tingling ran through my back, from the end of your tip at the very entrance of my anus where I felt the throbbing of your heart through your bulb, I envied women, not being able to possess their female organs, not being able to feel the orgasmic pleasures of that other sensory wonder that is the vagina. Our body temperature was immense, and the very hard bulging glans accompanied by the lacerating tip in continuous flow and anegar exercised that distressing and painful, but terribly pleasurable pressure on the most hidden end of my anatomy. You never really hurt me or any injury, (although on more than one occasion I thought this happened), in Sometimes I cursed all your enormous size, I wished you had been something smaller of proportions, of medium height like the old “Tommy” who abandoned me It's been so long. Thanks Tommy, magical mestizo from the 80's, mastinoid mutt with a cheerful character and inexhaustible libido, a beautiful animal of so familiar and warm memories, the corner that I keep for you in my heart, It's also enormously great, you really taught me so many things important, (I'm sorry, I had to tell you, those of you who have been in this you will already know the harshness of this world of widowers and widows that so many tears to shed). The third act of that pronatura symbiosis came to scene, your body practically ceased activity, slowly your movements They were more leisurely and relaxed until they became simple accommodations of position, your long chest pastily soaked by the fall of your saliva, became heavier on me, and then I went down articulated by the elegance of your neck, that beautiful head, that wonderful brain wrapped in the beauty alive from your being, I felt your slower breathing puffing next to me ear, I felt the touch of your hard fur, the warmth of your tongue touching my skin when you instinctively licked the soaked beards and mustaches of your lips, then you stopped panting, you mumbled again, rearranging your tongue and affectionately licked me all over the part of my face that you could reach. reach, as a sign of affection and gratitude, I tried to lick your tongue reaching it, then we both entered different mouths, we We sucked each other and swallowed all the viscous saliva of yours that I could. After very long minutes that were always unrepeatable, your head leaned back Next to mine, you pressed yourself closer to my face, rubbing hard against it. her, you took a deep breath and achieved a more relaxed rhythm, you slid your gaze and our eyes came into contact, we said the most beautiful things to each other that can never be described, finally we both closed our eyelids and we let ourselves be dragged towards hell. You were completely lying on my back, pumping into my full interior ready to explode, time passed calmly slow despite my strenuous effort to continue enduring both your weight and the pressure exerted on me, the hocks of my legs They were completely wet from the miracle that was escaping dripping inevitably from within, the rhythm of my masturbation matched that of your continuous orgasm, my prostate began to notice your swollen bulb on it With each contraction of my erection, my breathing and stability became more difficult, and when I felt that the end of your act was coming, when I You pressed my belly as if giving me a signal, he let me go slowly next to him. you. You stayed peacefully still, I noticed the soft touch of your testicles. vibrating with each contraction of your sphincter, throbbing, rubbing over the mine, which were gathering for my near ejaculation. then just You lightly pressed your hot pads against my belly, following the rhythm with each pulse, (that incredible sensation! It is not easy to perceive with all of you, and much less if you are used to getting off, and turning on your penis, placing yourselves in a position that, within your nature, is more defensive against possible dangers, but this, although at times there could be became so, it was not our case, neither were those who use unnecessary socks may become known). We both concluded Synchronously, time passed thickly, I could analyze the grotesqueness of the scene that we showed, the emotional breakdown that we would have received so much We, like any person who did not understand this passion, would have taken when contemplating us. We were completely helpless, our vulnerability was tremendously evident, incapable of any escape possible, that excited and excited me even more. The mating was concluded, you body was sliding over me backwards, as if from the launching of a great ship it was. The extraction did not produce any sound, your penis that had began to reduce its volume, it came out of my dilated contour, spilling a considerable amount of your semen that was at the mercy of the laws of the physical, you licked me cleaning my butt, then you cleaned your penis almost hidden in the foreskin. I was trying to control my sphincter to avoid flow from your being, I wanted my rectal flora to absorb your seed deposited in inside me, I squeezed my sphincter muscles tightly, I found myself completely exhausted and I realized then that the dogs Extremely large, they are not the most suitable for sexual practices. (although I had known that for a long time), but I was hopelessly in love with you, I was aware of the perianal sting, of the puncture exerted on my intestine and the internal irritation that the enema caused, it was not pain, I always enjoyed it, I never regretted giving you my body for your pleasure, because what it was about was giving us pleasure, loving each other! mutually!. After those beastly copulas, we had to take a long moment of relaxation to assimilate it peacefully, reveling in what had just happened once again in our lives. They were the most stimulating of the couplings that I experienced with any dog, even more than those I had with my own species, regardless of its sexual character. V Love is not love, but just sex, if it is not reciprocated. It used to happen at dusk, after a long wander through city parks, I always found it curious, the pseudo-friendship relationship that is established with other dog owners when These are happy and unconflictive creatures, they usually talk about topics inconsequential articles of very varied subject matter, including some of these conversations, it always came to mind whether my interlocutor would perform also practices of the same nature as those that I had just completed or were going to perform moments later, it is curious how great the concealment capacity it has As a human being, I will never accept the reason for the high cachet of many actors. After releasing all the muscles of your body and relieve yourself of your physiological needs, you were always willing to allow me your access. It has always been very important to me, provide all relationships with magical stimulation, let time flow with all generosity, we went back to courting each other for a long time, completely naked, they were long moments of clean love, of mutual admiration for our bodies and souls. Your absolute dedication to me, your complete disposition, never you confused the intentions and roles to represent, you never backed down ears, you never raised your mouth nor did any murmur arise from your throat, simply when I stood behind you, you placed your entire length in front of me, you tilted your head and looked at me, your tail rose and you showed me your dark and tight anus, under it your soft testicles hung in small movements vibrating with each muscular compression of the sphincter. Over time I stopped use natural oily lubricants, and my fingers as massage tools relaxing, you showed me the most stimulating way to start, I wanted correspond to you in the same way that you did for me. I caressed you knees behind you, my head approached your body and began to smell it deeply, my tongue ran over your flanks, your thighs, it reached your testicles and caressed them with gentle licks, they were firm, barely populated with hairs, dark skin, fine and smooth texture, on occasion I barely managed to put them in my mouth, I could notice with my touch of the tongue, head and tail of the epidymium. I was sliding wetly above them, following the course of the scrotum, crossing the perineum to through the folds that supported them, to the inguinal ring, under the anus, where the ischiocavernosus bulb is located, the second internal knot of your reproductive device. He kept his thumb against the base of your tail, to to remain upright, the other hand, resting on you, patting the kidneys. You could feel the heat emanating from that area, the pungent smell was not unpleasant, nor was it dirty even if it could cause that impression, always Take care of your diet and ensure that you maintain an excellent state of health, I have never had any problems due to any type of zoonoses, despite the high risk that I have run on several occasions. You are more likely to get a disease between a human relationship, that with an animal, even if it is It is a specimen in a state of semi-freedom, as long as certain precautions, (of course practices of an eschatological nature are extremely dangerous and are not recommended at all, only do them always with “my” absolutely trustworthy dogs). A few minutes passed surrounding it at a short distance with my nose, sniffing it slowly, mentalizing myself for what I myself found difficult to believe I could achieve perform, for that perverse kiss, then, just because it was about you, my lips approached you and wrapped your sphincter, my tongue began to lubricate its diameter, and qualms were replaced by passion, it was noticeably hotter than the rest of your body, thicker and oilier skin, the flavor was markedly dry and saline, in its center the texture was pasty and the somewhat acidic taste, it was not an excrescence, it was your natural body lubricant, the sphincter muscles contracted spasmodically, with every touch on it, I crushed myself on your anus, exerting pressure with the tip of the tongue between its collected folds, towards its interior, it was a a little uncomfortable breathing through your hairy haunches, I pressed with all my strength of the muscles of my tongue, and your sphincter relaxed, opening, entered orally inside you, immediately the texture softened and the taste became chemical and bitter, I held on for some time exploring the shapes and flavors of your metabolism while your anal muscles pressed me towards the outside, finally the retches appeared in me, and I had to go outside As soon as possible, I had to be careful not to stimulate the perianal glands, If its content or all that passionate delirium did not flow, there would probably have been finished there. I straightened my back and for a few seconds I rested my head on your bony rump, squatting after about you, I once again cursed your size, a smaller size would have allowed me to be kneeling, we practice various postures even lying on the ground (the more comfortable), some of them were attractively stimulating by the contact visual that we could maintain, but they were difficult to access and with little angle of penetration, we used them to mutually masturbate, hugging each other side or on top of each other, facing each other, face to face, licking the inside of our mouths and rubbing our genitals on each other, feeling in my penis your hard erection inside its foreskin sheath, crushing our testicles against each other, wetting our bellies. The most coherent was always "dog" style, without either of them being raised on a platform some time, I guided the penis to your anus and felt the enormous anal temperature, gently pushed the vault of pleasure into your interior, the stimulated and lubricated anus by saliva, offered slight resistance, in As soon as you noticed the contact you recoiled your body towards me, flexing your hips, keeping your rectum up, then I entered inside you a first time. It was a small jump inside, like a small border violated, the interior temperature rose considerably, I expected a short space of time, to continue forward (the anal interior is more complicated, delicate and stimulating than the canine or human vaginal structure), was inside from the hot and short residual storage chamber, I settled into the correct position pointing towards your cervix, and tested the second step, your arched rump showed me the way to follow, I felt at my end like some grainy lips wrapped around me, that thin ring offered another slight resistance and your back jumped a little, you snorted a couple of times, and I I went completely inside you, it was then that I was grateful for my male condition, assuming that women would also regret their limitations. I hunched over your strong back; your long body does not allowed me to reach your arched neck, to your nape, and breathe the strong smell of your ears, I rested my head on your spine, and I held you by the belly, I alternately extended my arms resting them on your cross or hugging your heaving chest under your armpits, thus arching you even more towards me, the position became more comfortable, your sphincter surrounded me surrounding me, moved slowly forward and backward, my body did not enter and exit, your sphincter accompanied him tightly, I slid inside you, between the soft, wet walls, like a bitch's hymen, pressing against me extreme in rectal muscle contractions. Under my penis, I could feel your pelvic urethral muscle, the prostate, and the second fine rectal muscle, which gently pressed in small spasmodic palpitations, all along my hidden part in your hot ass. I occasionally masturbated you delicately, with your penis in the sheath so as not to dehydrate it, the spasms The muscular movements of your anus on me became stronger and more continuous, I collected your semen with the palm of one hand, or lift your penis upwards and I contorted my spine, agreeing with my mouth to introduce the tip of your penis in her. Gently I loved you, with utmost care, extending as much as possible the mutual love of those moments, excitement for stopping being who we were and transforming ourselves into a supreme being at times. I could count thousands of different sensations from each moment, little ones reflex movements of our organisms, hidden palpitations, fluids unexpected sensations, odorous sensations, and the occasional surprise of conscience, After a long period of slow culmination, my breathing became more thick, electric currents stirred inside me, then it enveloped me on your back and let me get lost inside you. VI Deity, why? I always thought about founding our small and modest herd, it would be composed of two males, two females and me himself, and even of the beautiful human who shared our hobbies, that that we both wanted and loved so much, the wonderfully Bée, we were an exclusive trio, something perfect and sincere, without fears or complexes Unfortunately always the I stalk a car hidden in its hateful destination. Daily chores relegated these priorities to another lower stratum, I did not know how to react At that time, I did not understand that this passion meant something deeper in my. Now I regret not having focused on what really matters most to me. mattered, now I try to leave the city, dedicate myself fully to animals, considering projects of very diverse ambition. Despite everything, having Counting only on you, it could also provide me with the possibility of knowing to other beings who temporarily passed through our lives, to many others and other souls that have been part of us, even if only for a few few hours or days. I could tell how they happened, how they came to participate with us, the infinity of new sensations that We were able to do it with other dogs, bitches and a human, as I shared with you paternity, despite my biological impossibility, I felt that I also had something to do with those beautiful puppies when participating with you in the mating with Leila. But this narrative is only about the two of us, It is our particular daily story. You could also tell the most emotional experiences that we live in fields, mountains, and coasts, surrounded by an inexhaustible world of smells and sensations on our bodies, protected just by the light of the moon, in constant morbid fear of being discovered (only on those beautiful and risky occasions, at the end of the covering, You used to get off me and turn around linked to my buttocks, you couldn't avoid your instinct), I have considered it more appropriate to narrate our usual and frequent relationships in the privacy of the home, those others were special occasions and rare, so sweet and pleasant that I consider them our particular treasure private, I owed it to you, Valis. We have practiced together new ways of coupling, discovered sensations that we were unaware of. I have covered With you, females of your species, I have tasted them full of our being, We have shared the inestimable love that Bée dedicated to us, I have completed relationships of all kinds with other males of your species before your stoic and condescending presence, I have known the taste of your warm saliva, of your fluid semen, of your penetrating urine, of your bitter gall, of your intricate digestion... Virtually all possible sensations, smells and flavors but Various of your being have become part of me. Is this sick passion? Is it Is this something perverse? I don't think so, I could list a multitude of passions of religious, political or even sporting nature, truly harmful For human beings, passions capable of killing their fellow human beings without any scruples or remorse of conscience. As far as I know, (except clumsy errors committed, such as what happened to the Empress "Catherine II of Russia", the Zoophilia does not harm or kill anyone, be it human or animal, it is precisely about quite the opposite. I believe that establishing a deep relationship of any kind, with another living being of a totally different species, far from being disgusting, it appears to me as something enormously beautiful and exciting. Yes, I'm a perverted slut, I am a "dog fucker", a degenerate lover of "beasts". I am responsible for my actions, no one can blame me for what my tastes or my tendencies, I am totally harmless, I have never broken any law, I have never I have harmed no living being, I have never forced or forced anyone to do anything. living being, I am completely incapable of it, I love and respect life very much. I only accuse myself of interpreting the meaning of many of our actions, of becoming ecstatic at the sight of what apparently is something simple and unimportant, like a simple dog, to ignore the stupid and banal aspirations of the human being, of involution, of selfishness, of pride, and power. How many of those who, scandalized and stupefied and incomprehensibly they have reached these paragraphs, they have not crossed their mind or even have committed acts of equal or greater perversity with their respective couples, these being whatever type they are. How many of those, honorable decent people, they will not have committed all kinds of atrocities and infamies, both in the sexual field and outside of it. If you are not able to understand or understand what zoophilia consists of, it is best to forget about this sexual tendency, don't even try anything. It's not for you.No We hurt no one, what we like are animals.- God is Dog spelled backwardsVII To our scattered bodies. I remember that damn night with sadness and bitterness. The entire world was convulsed in a resounding madness and a handful of psychopaths opened Pandora's box without caring minimum the consequences that this could bring to all the lives that navigate temporarily on this planet. That night I only had my interest focused on you, that night was the only time I behaved terribly wrong with you, I couldn't contain my selfishness and I didn't want to fight against it, I He refused to face the inevitable, it had been almost a year of care and treatments, of the abstinence of your body. We were lying on the thick carpet soaked with such pleasant memories, lying face to face, I looked at you Incessantly, he spoke to you in the way that only dogs know continually and You couldn't hear me or answer me, I had your forearm and my finger index rested on your saphenous vein, I felt the slow and irregular beat of your heart, your entire body oozed through its skin a penetrating stench, a strong musky aroma that seemed to rise like a cloud of cold vapor, It seems that your skin is dry and stiff, that it is Behind all your skeleton, you were a sad sketch of the greatness that you were, You practically couldn't stand up, any movement you tried would make you It was lacerating torture. You opened your eyes, they were still deeply beautiful, you awkwardly raised your head and looked at me, I didn't want to listen to you, no I wanted you to tell me what I was denying myself for so long. You expressed it and I betrayed you, I didn't speak to you, and with the language of humans I stammered a plaintive “No!” Forgive me, I regret it so much, Anguish and despair did not let me realize my immense selfishness. I hugged you blinded by the tears that prevented me from continuing to listen to you, and I repeated continually your name without actually pronouncing it. Then from your chest it emerged a faint whisper that transformed into a shuddering muffled lament, You made an effort to communicate with the language of humans, and in That moment I realized the harm I was causing you, I rubbed my reddened eyelids and looked at you again, I understood you, I was ready to face it, it would take you immediately to end your suffering, it was late, very late. At that precise moment it happened, you looked at me, I looked at you, I saw you like we had never contacted before, and in an instant I stopped seeing you, I lost you, you were no longer there, you don't know it but your head leaned towards back. I hugged you again, this time with more strength than ever, I felt like I was hopelessly lost, I began to sink, everything was over without further ado, the anguish and despair fed on me without any mercy, I felt your chest dilate forcefully but did not return to its position. Everything stopped in a frozen moment and I felt how your old body collapsed. Frenetic currents electric shocks invaded you, first in frightful convulsions, your uncontrolled body stained me, the smell of death stirred uncontrollably in the atmosphere, The convulsions quickly decreased in intensity, I clung to your body Trying to get you back one more time, if only for the briefest time. temporary measure that could exist, I wanted to merge with you, that my organs replace your entire withered organism or come to live within me, There was enough room for both of us. A small tremor ran through you. finally escaping through your fingers, all movement ceased, a few seconds and I felt you, I felt you go through my entire being, I felt how you passed fleetingly through me, and you abandoned me, you left me alone, terribly only. I don't know how much time passed hugging that empty shell, I could look at it and realize that that was no longer It was you, who had ceased to exist. I could see what your body was like same way that those who, out of fear, prejudice, complexes, and a different vision of life, they could see. After all, is there something more ridiculous than loving a dog? We were two soul mates, one being, we were deeply united, much more than I have ever been with any other life, Whether it was human or not, I loved him, I loved myself, we loved each other and I still love him, I love you both Valis. To the most beautiful and pure of souls, to the most beautiful of all dogs who have been so enormously generous with me, by granting me the great privilege of sharing with them something so infinitely large. Thank you with all my heart. Valis, dear Irish Wolfhound, how I miss you. In memory of Valis. (Segovia 1989 Madrid 2001) -(Stop) So then, For better or for worse, that this was you. That I loved and was loved. What a wish and it was desired.That he possessed and was possessed.That he felt.That he lived.That he existed See you soon, Valis.Frippy. 2002 Madrid Spain. dog_scent@hotmail.com-(Off)