Zoophilia is love

First of all, let me introduce myself. I am a 34-year old single woman with fair skin and green eyes and black smooth hair who is professionally and financially successful. Apart from my good looks and modesty, I'm very beautiful, although many friends and colleagues do not understand why I have yet to get married even though there are always flirtations in the workplace where I practise as an attorney. By the way, my professional activity requires me to keep a great appearance at all times, not being just an issue of vanity.But returning to my personal description, people think I'm lesbian because I have no boyfriend or am unmarried but honestly thinking about it, I prefer that everyone in work thinks this way.In fact I really like dogs as they are my only object for eroticism and sexual desire since I don't care neither for men nor women This is not to say that I have never had heterosexual relations with boys, but after my first experience of intercourse with a large dead dog we kept at home when still in adolescence, it deeply affected and impressed me. A long time later, there was a period in my life when I already lived alone and was independent that I tried to stop the practice of zoophilia by seeking therapeutic help through psychoanalysis after my German shepherd dog who I loved very much died suddenly because he was so young, only four years old. After his death, I ended up sleeping with some men on occasional dates and packages, just staying but nothing satisfied me because I felt no pleasure at all and was completely frigid in bed. Even the domestication of animals and zoophilia have always been related. She gave me a very interesting book called History of Sexuality in Ancient Civilizations, where there are historical records of men and women copulating with dogs, horses etc., in Hindu civilization, Egyptian and Roman civilisation be it vase paintings sculptures or ancient writings. In ancient Greece, for example, the norm was homosexual practice between men, love among equals. My psychoanalyst took a more Jungian than Freudian approach in her analyses and syntheses, drawing parallels between archetypes and symbols with human behaviour whose foundation of our actions and will is often the collective unconscious. Greek mythology depicted man-horse merging into centaur myths and Egyptian mythologies are permeated by crosses of men and animals illustrated with sacred figures and designs of gods with human bodies and animal heads and vice versa. Today there is the myth of alien abduction, women who have sex with aliens and even in these interbreeding are born hybrids human-alien. Even in children's literature it illustrates the fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast, i.e., the maiden who was seduced by a monster or then the legend of Princess Maiden kissing frog and turning into prince or the story of Bad Wolf trying to seduce Little Red Riding Hood and ending up eating Grandma etc. Although these fairytales (or stories) present an apparent air of innocence they possess sensuality and latent dissimulated sexuality that we cannot consciously perceive. I myself recently saw a movie called "Splice", starring Adrien Brody in which he and his wife have sex with an experimental mutation, that is to say a human hybrid of several species.
In addition, I was surprised when she told me that other married women and even young girls had been in her office doing analysis to treat their perversions and zoophilia-oriented sexual compulsions. Another interesting case of zoophilia that the psychoanalyst recounted was a Catholic woman married to an Evangelical believer. She had sex with a German shepherd when her husband left for work. The husband found out from his 16-year-old eldest daughter who saw their mother having sex with the canine lover inside the room, because the girl came home early from school and ended up telling dad about it. He forgives her but on condition she seeks religious help in his church and converts to evangelical worship. Husband says she is possessed by the devil. She then went to see the psychoanalyst independently without her husband's knowledge. She said that he did not look for her in an alcove and therefore ended up feeling sexual attraction towards the dog when she once innocently took a bath with him in the backyard. In this case, she separated from her impotent husband and soon abandoned zoophilia after meeting another well-endowed man. She said that in some of these cases, certain patients did not have their sexuality defined and that in those situations there was still room for psychoanalytic treatment because the question of sexualization was undefined. In fact, according to her it wasn't my condition since conflict between erotic objects didn't exist with me.
So, I settled down and after that day decided to have a new dog as friend and partner for us to live together in my house because it was the only way to overcome the trauma of losing Negro since you can only get past an old love with a new one.
When I get home after a long and stressful day at work, Hercules is festive and receptive. On the way from work to my car on the night of our lovemaking in bed, I'm already thinking about what we are going to do during the evening, how will be our sexual adventure, my panties all soaked with hotness and my pussy blinking, wanting to peck that red meat thorax before I imagine which zoo movie I can download online to watch at home together with Hercules. The place where I live is quiet and has a discreet, secluded neighborhood with no disturbance or the presence of curious people, where I have the necessary tranquility to love and cross paths with Hercules. When I open my garage door, I see festive Hercules barking and wagging his tail waiting for his faithful little puppy to arrive so that he can give her all the attention, love and affection she needs. He gets fed by the housekeeper who comes every day to clean up the house except on weekends and holidays because these days it's me who looks after him. When I'm about to do some really hot shit with him, like give him a bath in the whirlpool tub of my suite room and first thing I do is take off all my underwear then turn on the microphone and 23-inch monitor that sits in my bedroom so I can put up an online zoophilia porn movie where I see these big dogs copulating with their owners with such eagerness they make me totally horny from this burning mouthpiece. There's a movie that I love to watch about a Labrador with an enormous dick who has sex with three girls. In the first part of this film, the dog is having sex with a blonde woman and then immediately afterwards with a brunette, simultaneously enjoying in their mouths and then penetrating into the girls from behind. The second half comes the best and most bizarre thing: A depraved girl finally wants to drive the dog crazy which at this point of suruba is stiffer than steel with his dick. She makes it up to him sitting on the couch. The way they have sex is perfect, symmetrical, harmony in the fit and loaded with a lot of eroticism and sensuality and at the end after he fucks her and enjoys deep down on his penis with the knot completely tucked inside her vagina she will still suck your cock and swallow all your sperm. I honestly don't get tired of watching this movie. He comes sneaking up with his maternal gaze, instinctively knowing that the night is going to be long and hard. So I take him for a bath in the hot tub. I rinse off his beautiful body, shampoo it with plenty of foam and soap his muscular body until he reaches his penis when I start slowly and delicately masturbating. At this moment he stands still and motionless. Gradually his penis begins gradually coming out from under every gentle touch I give. How nice to see that piece of red flesh sprout and grow little by little on my hand till you are fully erect. At this point, little jets of lubricant begin to come out indicating that your penis is ready for intercourse at which time I interrupt the bath and start rinsing it off to remove all foam and clean up and wash its wonderful mast thoroughly because I like having oral sex on it then wipe with two nice fluffy towels and we go into our love nest and leave him free in his room to dry. My muzzle at this point is completely soaked with my juice and receptive to receive and accommodate that giant stick. So I take off the wet panties, lie down on the bed open-legged and start masturbating. My dog smelling the scent of my sex exhaling through the room he starts sniffing it and licking the wet underwear in my hand. Then he understands my compulsive and unrelenting need to be fucked and climbs into bed. His penis is already hard again, prontified and swollen without me having to manipulate it, a skill acquired after long sexual training. The first thing he does is smell my sex, then start farting and licking as if my sex were some juicy appetizer fruit. I lie on the bed with legs open high up, go at every lick in excess with that hot rough tongue tasting my wet vaginal lips tucked into my muzzle like its language was ingeniously designed by nature for practice of cunusiling. It doesn't take long for me to reach orgasm. Then it is my turn to suck him until I leave his penis again at bullet point, completely lubricated. Still ecstatic about the orgasms during oral sex session with my dog, I have an irresistible desire to be penetrated very hard and deeply. I realize that Hercules also wants this. So in order to achieve a more radical penetration wanting to feel your penis hit forcefully inside of my uterus, tranced from front. I used to do it on all fours, but after some training I taught him how to have sex with me in this way, frontally "like a chicken", because that's much more pleasurable. To do so, I take the pillows which are lying on the bed deliberately and put them under my butt and behind, leaving my xana exposed and comfortable high up at just the right fit height for his penis to come inside of me with everything. In this situation, my dog is over me and then secure its forepaws with my hands to support its strong attacks. The feeling of being alone at home with that muscular dog on top, subjugated and subjected to his manhood in a defenseless puppy-dog condition makes me intoxicated by lust and desire. In this forward position with my legs open I am able for the knot to penetrate and swell inside my muzzle without escaping, achieving ideal penetration, inserting all its genitalia into my pinto-thirsty xana. My muzzle dilation reaches extreme apex. However, I do not advise inexperienced women to have sex in this position for large dogs such as hotweillers because it can be uncomfortable and even painful if the knot passes through and expands inside the vagina. To the extent that you feel more accustomed to having sex with your new lover, you will be able to enjoy it better until reaching the most radical love positions. I being a very experienced woman, I can enjoy all of my lover's potential by accommodating his entire penis in my vaginal cavity. At this moment, I go crazy feeling his genital organ vibrate and pulse alive inside my vagina driving me into delirium. Every time he invades, his dick hits the bottom of my uterus. At the beginning his attacks are very fast, but as your dick swells up, fuck begins to get more forced and slower until I feel completely filled with no space left for copulation movement due to tight fit of our sexes. In these hours I have multiple orgasms, such is the virility and violence of sexual intercourse. Then he stays still, having spasms and that's when the best happens, comes this strong torrent of sperm a real flood of semen inside me The happiness and the feeling of pleasure that I feel at this moment when Hercules laughs is unparalleled, it's indescribable. I even scream hallucinatingly like a lunatic inside my room, bite down on my pillow, almost to the point where I lose consciousness and pass out, sensing the intense flow of hot fuck flooding all my bowels crammed with that bulky red flesh with swollen nodule looking like a tennis ball. My mouth is barking and involuntarily sucking his penis wanting to suck all that sperm inside, looking like a greedy mouth full of thirst for Hercules's milk. After enjoying herculean pleasure for several minutes, when this torso comes out from within me while I am still lying down, it starts leaking a river of semen which flows through my butt and spreads on the bed sheet. I call him to do a cleaning in my spore-covered xana with its delicious milk licking up my licked muzzle.
So I get up drunk to take a hot shower and then go to sleep completely satiated by my lover. Even after the bath, I still put absorbent on so that I don't lick the fucking bed anymore. My mattress is lined with corvin sheath for easy cleaning next day. The sheet has to be changed because it gets all drenched in sperm.
Lying in bed satisfied, almost asleep, comes the thoughts and what we accomplished during fuck. Honestly I feel humiliated, but not in a negative sense of degradation or pejorative way, but that pleasant female humility like she feels surrendered, dominated and defeated by her powerful male believes my sexual practice is a way to compensate for "masculinity". It's a virtual reality that I have to demonstrate every day in my work, because at home with Hercules, my seductive dog, I achieve the fullness of myself as a very feminine woman and of my true nature and female condition.