mounting and insemination

During the time I was in college I let myself be taken over by Chamo, the family dog, during this time I learned a lot to consciously or unconsciously manage my habits to lead a life dedicated to my own benefit, although in parallel to Chamo I had many partners during this time, some that lasted months, spending very good times going to watch movies, to the beach, to walk around the city, to clubs, and having sex with my partners, my sense of belonging and dependency was towards Chamo, he was always present in my mind.

Chamo influenced my life in many ways, but especially in my behavior, especially I learned that internal desire to feel as an hembra, prior of being a woman, this gave me a sexy touch to my thinking, also in those times that generally happens with decent girls who are looking for the love of their life, it was not my case, I was looking for mating, not love, the guys who came with that romantic plan were wasting their time, the relationships I had with him the only thing they did was keep me in a state of constant heat and frenzy, my little thing was most of the time hot and lubricated.

I became maniac to keep him clean, with his yellow hair shining, this obsessed me, during our time together, I loved to lie naked next to him and feel his hair on my body beforehand, this made my whole skin stand on end, my nipples got so hard that they hurt, I liked to run them through his fur, I was like a cat wanting to be caressed, perfect erotic foreplay that put me in the necessity to be mounted.

Although it was common for us to end up mating at least 2 or 3 times a week, there were some special days for me, my hottest days, my ovulation days, when my period was approaching I would get so anxious that I would open my mouth to breathe, besides those being the days when my blood would boil, and my cravings would increase, I also knew perfectly well that those were the days when I could conceive.

As the years went by, I was able to find out a little more information by searching through internet pages of dubious origin where there were some stories between myth and truth, which I preferred to believe, and where they claim that a male dog cannot impregnate a woman bitch, at that time I also took up the habit of shaving, as the fashion started in the late 90’s, a place where some friends also frequented, the first time my mother took me there, with this, I felt as clean and pure as the day I was born, in addition of feeling better, when these hot days arrived and I looked for Chamo naked as a bitch in heat.

Sometimes I would even look for him three times a day walking in front of him, he would get crazy and impatient, but I liked to play with him beforehand by talking to him softly, making out with him, I liked to hug him with my legs and hands when we were lying down, caressing his bright yellow hair, rubbing my breasts on his fur, feeling his fur rub against my little thing, sometimes I would go under him on all fours to feel his fur and his member rub against my bare skin, or I would climb on his back and hug him, this filled me with lasciviousness and perversion, I could see my entrance shining with my liquids, then with all the heat in my body, I would offer him my thing so he could lick me on the floor, I would open my legs without any shame in a submissive position.

Only when I’m with him, my lubrication reaches its maximum, I don’t know if it’s my desire for him, or the thoughts of knowing that I’m going to be mounted and submitted like a bitch, touching myself I can notice that my hand is swimming in a sea of ​​lubrication, my fingers enter without any problem or discomfort, he loves my lubrication that never ends, sometimes his enthusiasm increases and I get the impression that he wants to stick his whole snout in me, he tries to get in as deep as he can with the lashes.