When I was about 15 my labrador family dog rushed through my legs to get past me. It gave me tingles in my ****. From then on when I used to play with her I would gently rub myself against her, getting the nice tingly feelings back again. I felt very guilty about my behaviour, and tried to stop.
When I started to ********** in bed alone, roughly the same age, I would again think of the dog. I experienced my first ****** and broke my own hymen putting a bottle of nail varnish in and out of me.
As the years passed and I had lovers I tried to explain my feelings, but they found it very strange and although superficially tolerant didn't really want to continue the conversation.
I married a very traditional lover, who didn't like oral sex let alone ******** experimentation! I found sex staid and took a lover, who was energetic and enthusiastic. After 5 years in to the affair I decided to share my fantasy again. Sex with this man had been amazing, and I felt that maybe he could handle this revelation, as he had been very open on other aspects of sex, anal etc. He tolerated my confession and I became braver, googling dog sex and ************ to videos. I confessed my behaviour to him, and one night after a drink he allowed me to have sex on all fours and openly fantasise that he was a dog, I loved it.
My greatest fantasy is to be with a man and him watch me have sex with a dog.
Unfortunately my lover is possesive and jealous. I went on a hen party (a christian one.. no drink, just a meal and then 17 of us ladies back to the bride to be house) and he was abusive, following me, not wanting me to share my spare time with any one but him. During this time he text me to say how disgusting I am to have a dog sex fetish.
I hate my desires.