Taken

I come awake to fingers working along either side of my spine.



I stretch and shiver in pleasure. As I open my eyes, I slide my head so my nose touches his lips.



He smells ready and happy. I groan in my own pleasure as he gently touches those places that give me great happiness.



Willingly, I lift my top leg as he shifts us so he can insert himself. Gently, he rubs his tip against me. He parts my lips and uses a finger to slowly transfer my fluids to his penis. Eventually, a little bit at a time, he jogs himself in and out and slowly works his way into me.



Tugging sensations. Fullness. Internal quivers.



Not dog yet more than dog, he has learned the little things that bring me great pleasure.



Once fully sheathed, he draws me against him and holds us tightly against each other. It is his way of pretending we have tied. Instinct takes over and I spasm.



His fingers roam about my body and find their way to the base of my tail. Firmly, he digs.



Magic.



Pleasure.



I tense and shiver internally. He encourages me to forget time. He teases my body into telling my mind to forget everything but my own desires.



Finally, my quivers slow and almost stop. He begins to move. Long, sure strokes. He takes his pleasure now. I am limp as he seeks his own pleasures. He uses me. I use him.



His hands wander and seek as they draw involuntary responses from my body. Those movements please him as much as they please me. I can feel his urgency build. His scent indicates his nearness to his own pleasure.



Musk. Not dog. Male. Intense male. Sex. Urgency.



I relax under his almost brutal driving. He feels as if he is trying to merge his body with mine.



Out. In. Deeper. Bones driven together. More pressure. Pause. Pressure. Steady rhythm becomes a staccato driving urgency.



Rapid pounding. Pause. More pounding. Pause.



Finally, that driving thrust that tells me he is going to orgasm. He pulses inside me. An eternity as he pulls us together with a power no dog can match. Both of us are totally focussed. No dog has ever been as intense. No dog ever displays such purpose and selfishness at this ultimate pleasure. No dog has ever been so selfish that he increases his pleasure by deliberately increasing mine.



It confused me at first. Now, I let myself be overwhelmed by it. He taught me that increasing the pleasure of your partner increases your own pleasure.



I love him. I lust after him. I use him. He uses me. We use each other.



Partners.



None of this means anything as his pulsing sends ripples of pleasure through me. I feel his collapse inside me. Pleasure so intense I begin to pull us apart. I smell him return. His grip loosens. He reaches to cradle my legs as I push against his hands. I flip myself over and bounce away. I turn and smell myself.



Ambrosia. Us. I love him. He loves me. Our juices moisten my tongue and the scent/taste fills me.



Ecstasy.



Once I'm sure I have most of our juices cleaned from my body, my excitement makes me turn to his crotch.



I taste and clean. More ambrosia.



I taste his happiness. I share mine by cleaning him. He thrusts himself into my cleaning. He moans in pleasure. I am more excited.



His pleasure is my pleasure. My pleasure is his.



Rightness. Us. He is spent. Exhausted. I want to run, I want to let my body shout how I feel. He laughs with that tone he saves for these times.



Finished cleaning, I run to the door. The house cannot contain my joy. Impatiently, I wait for him to open the door. As it starts to open, I force it out of his hand.



Outside.



I run. I bark. The world needs to know how I feel.



I tell it.



Once I am tired, I return to him. I stand in his lap and kiss him. He laughs gently and returns my kiss.



Not dog yet more dog than any dog, he understands me.



I understand him.



We understand each other.



He lusts after me and I lust after him.



I love him.



I *know* he loves me.



That's all we need.

25.03.2009. 18:03

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