Lily’s mastiff

Lilly slammed the door to her apartment shut. “God I hate them so much.”

As she wiped the tears from her eyes, she heard the sound of paws on linoleum. She smiled, seeing her large bull mastiff, Tank, had come to greet her. “Hey buddy, I’m fine. It’s just some stuff that happened in class today.”

He licked her hand and followed her to her room. Dropping her things off at her desk, Lilly kicked her shoes off and fell on the bed. Tank followed shortly, making the bed sink with his bulk. She scratched his favorite spot and gave a small laugh when his leg started to kick.

“You don’t think I’m lame for never having a romantic partner, right? You don’t care about that sort of thing. No, you like me just as I am.” She scratched and played with his jowls until he started to lick her face. “Gross,” she laughed and wiped the slime away. Lilly didn’t mind when Tank licked her. The only problem was all the slobber that he left behind.

Kicking off her shoes and removing her shirt, Lilly slipped under the covers for a nap. Tank crawled on his belly to take his place at her side; She couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t have him curled up next to her, or waking up with his massive body pinning her down. But she also really enjoyed the company. He made her feel safe and loved, and with his head resting on her chest, she fell asleep.

She woke up sometime later and found the room was dark. What time was it? She turned on her bedside lamp and checked her phone; It was after 10 p.m. Wow she was more tired than she realized. Yet even after a long nap like that she still wasn’t ready to get up.

Tank had shifted to the foot of the bed and was still out. Nudging him with her foot did nothing but make him groan and turn over on his back. His strong back legs spread out giving Lilly a full view of his furry sheath and heavy balls. She quickly looked away, feeling ashamed for even looking. To her dismay, she felt herself grow wet. Shaking her head, she chalked it up to nerves and being pent up.

That could be fixed easily. Who needed a boyfriend or girlfriend when she could satisfy herself?

Opening up her phone, she typed in a website and began to scroll.