Dog Dream
I dream I am talking to a dog. He is medium-sized, brown, short-haired, and clean, with long floppy ears. He has the hots for another dog, one who is walked daily in front of his house on a leash. She has soft white hair and short legs.
One day the white dog and her owner come to my house. In my garage is a huge bed. It takes up three quarters of the garage and is piled with blankets and pillows. There's a T.V. against the opposite wall. My friends call it The Party Room.
The owner of the dog is waiting for his friend. He goes into the house. I wait on the bed with the white dog. I don't know her name, so everytime I want to get her attention I say, "Hey! Hey!." She pays attention. She can't talk like Brown Dog can.
Brown Dog comes into the garage and drops a pile of condoms on the bed.
"What are those for?" I ask him.
"So I won't get her pregnant." He nudges Nameless with his nose. He's standing on the floor with his front paws up on the bed, and has a tremendous boner. Nameless pants with her head in my lap, her swollen rear end and raised tail in Brown Dog's face.
"Don't be silly!" I say. "You're a DOG!"
"So?"
"So she won't get pregnant unless she's in heat. And even if she does, so what?"
Brown Dog puts his dick in Nameless and humps her. They seem to both like it. Suddenly he pulls out and drops to the floor, looking guilty.
I realize why a minute later, when Nameless's owner returns. He has a friend with him. "How was my girl?" he asks, snuggling his dog. I realize he would be jealous if he knew anybody had fucked her.
We have a brief conversation. Somehow, without me mentioning it, he knows I just broke up with my boyfriend. He asks if I'm alright, and nods. Only then do I realize he's handsome. Early twenties, tall, soft brown hair. He carries himself as if capable of handling anything. He smells of ripe peaches and sunshine.
One day the white dog and her owner come to my house. In my garage is a huge bed. It takes up three quarters of the garage and is piled with blankets and pillows. There's a T.V. against the opposite wall. My friends call it The Party Room.
The owner of the dog is waiting for his friend. He goes into the house. I wait on the bed with the white dog. I don't know her name, so everytime I want to get her attention I say, "Hey! Hey!." She pays attention. She can't talk like Brown Dog can.
Brown Dog comes into the garage and drops a pile of condoms on the bed.
"What are those for?" I ask him.
"So I won't get her pregnant." He nudges Nameless with his nose. He's standing on the floor with his front paws up on the bed, and has a tremendous boner. Nameless pants with her head in my lap, her swollen rear end and raised tail in Brown Dog's face.
"Don't be silly!" I say. "You're a DOG!"
"So?"
"So she won't get pregnant unless she's in heat. And even if she does, so what?"
Brown Dog puts his dick in Nameless and humps her. They seem to both like it. Suddenly he pulls out and drops to the floor, looking guilty.
I realize why a minute later, when Nameless's owner returns. He has a friend with him. "How was my girl?" he asks, snuggling his dog. I realize he would be jealous if he knew anybody had fucked her.
We have a brief conversation. Somehow, without me mentioning it, he knows I just broke up with my boyfriend. He asks if I'm alright, and nods. Only then do I realize he's handsome. Early twenties, tall, soft brown hair. He carries himself as if capable of handling anything. He smells of ripe peaches and sunshine.