Naughty Thing

The Naughty Thing, by Phyllisroger

There had been some local break-ins and I lived alone or was at least alone much of the time. It was work, shopping, home, the usual routine and I was sitting on my back porch on a dark night and thinking about what a woman at the store had been saying: how when she got home her back door was open and her silverware was gone, that someone had gone through her dresser drawer and messed things in her closet. So I was thinking and the very next weekend went to the kennel and found the nicest animal, a mixed breed that they said was a “Pointer” and a good guard dog. He wasn’t a huge animal but large and for me, just the right size.

At home now, after shopping, fixing dinner…I made a tuna fritatta…and fed my new pet, I went on the internet and Googled “Pointers.” Lots of stuff about them and many, many sites as I scrolled and read and came across some that were odd with labels about beasts and bestiality. They were more interesting than the others and had free samples…I sampled…my eyes were wide at what they showed on those sites…doggies, women, lots of doggie tongues and dicks and women licking and sucking the dicks which were very red and drippy and women doing so many other imaginable and unmentionable things with animals.

I’m not naïve. I’d heard about things and we girls sometimes would giggle about animals. One friend, when we were having too much wine one night, said if she was ever stranded on a desert island with monkeys she would probably have sex with a monkey and that was the absolute funniest part of that night I can tell you! I couldn’t imagine a monkey fucking me but the more I thought about it I guess our friend was right about natural urges and all.

I hadn’t owned a dog before and brought home a bowl for him and some Old Boy dry food which was nourishing and my Pointer was hard at the food as soon as I put down the bowl. I sat in our kitchen and watched him gobble at the Old Boy and wagging his tail and then at that bowl of water.