Love Is

By Alita Angel.

What is happiness? That’s the million-dollar, scratch that, billion-dollar, no, trillion-dollar question. According to the online dictionary, happiness is ‘the state of being happy,’ but that could be considered quite a vague definition to some. For some, happiness is dragging your ass out of bed in the God-awful early hours of the morning, and for others, it’s getting to sleep in during those said God-awful early hours. For others, happiness is putting in a hard, productive day at work. Yuck! For others, it’s taking a hit from a freshly rolled blunt. I can attest to that, snorting a line of Coke or drinking your sorry ass into oblivion. For a gal like myself, happiness is finding true love. Yes, I’m one of those kinds of people, and that’s exactly what I’ve found, albeit not in the traditional sense, I guess you could say?

Hi, my name’s Alita, and what a pleasure it is for you to meet me, albeit digitally. This is my story about how I questioned what true love is, went on a personal quest to discover what true love is, and ultimately found it. This is the story of a girl who has had multiple failed relationships. A girl who didn’t have a knight in shining armor came to save her. I had to get my hands dirty and sift through the dirt and garbage to find my prince charming.

You may have picked up on this already, but this isn’t your typical love story. If you’re into all that meet-cute, Rom-Com bullshit about a boy meeting a girl, a boy falling in love with a girl, and a boy and a girl living happily ever after, then this story isn’t for you. I mean, we have found our happily ever after, but, as I said, this isn’t your typical, generic boy meets girl crap. The story of how I met my lover is frowned upon by boring, ignorant Puritan society. Ugh. Well, he’s not just my lover, but my husband. My husband, now that’s a story in and of itself.

My husband is a big, black, strong alpha male named Hank. We go for walks and jogs together, we take romantic strolls by the lake, and I make sure he’s well cared for. I treat him like the big, black, strong king whom he is. I make sure he gets the best of the best when it comes to prepping his meals and make sure he’s always well fed and, of course, after a long day, I make sure to take care of his carnal desires like a good, caring wife should wink, wink. We go to the park together, and I always pick up after him. No, I don’t mean picking up his phone when he drops it, his clothes on the floor, or his tools in the garage. Hank can’t even use any of those things. No, not because he’s bedridden or paralyzed, but because he doesn’t have any thumbs, and, no, they weren’t lost in a freak accident. Hank isn’t even bipedal.

Hi, my name’s Alita and I’m in love with a dog. Shunned by some, yes, but I’m still non-regretful and certainly unapologetic. Hank is a big, black, strong alpha male, Great Dane, and this is our story of finding true love. If I haven’t sickened you and made you click that X at the top right corner of the screen, then continue reading. This is a story of how love can be found within the human world and the ‘bizarre’ world of interspecies mingling. Love is love.

Josh was my fifth boyfriend, boring, as all get-out, but he was still better than the previous four. You could say we were your typical, generic boyfriend and girlfriend. We’d hang out and Netflix and Chill, smoke weed together, eat,, or watch a movie. Love-making was so-so with that one. He was just another guy who left me unsatisfied in the sack and lasted 7 minutes. He was also just another one who could rarely make me cum. He was just another one who stuck it in, hit it, got his rocks off, and then rolled over to sleep. It was just another bland relationship. Don’t get me wrong. I always suggested shit to do with all my boyfriends. Either they weren’t interested in what I had to bring to the table, so we ended up doing the shit they wanted to do, or they would go with it for a while and then call it quits, and then we just ended up doing what they wanted to do. It wasn’t until one day when Josh said something that piqued my interest.

“Babe, I’m getting a dog.”

“That’s awesome, babe. What kind of dog?” was my response, being a dog lover.

Ha, I never knew how I would take that. “A Great Dane.”, he shot back.

Wow, I thought to myself. I knew that particular breed grows pretty fuckin’ big. Nonetheless, I was still super thrilled about the news. Danes are my favorite breed of dog, gentle giants. Ha, little did I know just how much I liked them. Damn those Scooby-Doo cartoons. Scooby’s so sexy, isn’t he? I wonder what he’s packing. Whoa, getting carried away, you know, Shaggy, and he was partying with the Green Queen. A hippy and his dog were always hungry and smoking and didn’t tell Hank I said Scooby’s sexy. Thanks in advance.

Another week went by before anything else happened regarding the dog situation. Until one day, I dropped by Josh’s place after a week. I opened the front door. We had one of those free-roam-type relationships, and to my surprise, it made me jump. I have this big, black beast staring me down and barking at my thick ass, #PAWG. Josh came to the door and got him under control.

“Hey, babe, this is Hank. What do you think?”

All I could muster was, “Wow, he’s big.”

I had to stand there momentarily and gaze at all his beautiful glory. I was just mesmerized by this dog’s muscular body. He came up to Josh’s waist, and Josh is 6’2”.

“What’s wrong? Does he scare you?” Josh asked.

“Uh, no, I’m just surprised at how big he is. I always knew Danes were big, but damn.”

I finally forced them out of my mouth.

“Come on, let’s smoke and binge some Netflix.”, Josh said.

“Okay,” was my response while just thinking, again?

Don’t get me wrong, I love to smoke, but there’s more to life than that, though I knew Josh wouldn’t be up for doing anything else that day. Thank you, women’s intuition.

We plopped onto the couch and took a few hits from his bong. Hank jumped up on the couch with us but sided with Josh. He just wasn’t used to me quite yet. Little did I know just how much that would change, and Hank would come to know me inside and out, wink, wink. After binging some of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Rick and Morty, I decided to lie on the couch. To my surprise, Hank lifted his head to look at me and came to my side to lie.

“Wow, you took a liking to her real quick, fucking traitor.”, Josh said while looking at Hank.

“That’s because I’m prettier than you.”, I shot back playfully.

I wrapped my arm around Hank to cuddle with him while he napped. In the meantime, my stoned ass got schwifty.

Josh eventually got up to go to the bathroom. I still remember lying on that couch with Hank and me for the first time. I remember lying there with him and just feeling his body calmly inflate and deflate as he breathed. I lay there holding him and taking in his scent. Okay, I’m not normally into smells, but I have to say something was intoxicating about Hank’s scent. Even to this day, it still turns me on and gets my juices flowing. Hey, we’re part of the animal kingdom as well, ‘you and me, baby, ain’t nothing but mammals….’ Anyways, where was I? Oh, yeah, I was sniffing a dog.

As I lay there taking in all that glorious hunk of hound, I couldn’t help but feel a little frisky. I slowly gave him some of those caring, gentle, compassionate pets. So, as I’m sure you all know, you’re reading this: the Internet is home to many interesting, fascinating, passionate subjects. I think we’ve all seen, or at least heard, about Bestiality. Excuse me, Interspecies Erotica, gold star, if you know what movie that’s from, pics and videos on the fucked-up WWW. Well, curiosity got the better of this little pussy cat, and before I knew it, my hand was slowly but surely, sliding down Hank’s muscular, massive body. I’m sure you know exactly where it was headed. Alas, all good things must come to an end. By that, I mean I could hear the fucking BF come walking back into the living area. My hand quickly shot back up to its initial position.

The day started shifting into the night. “Are you staying here tonight, babe?” asked Josh.

“No, I’m going to head back to my place.”, I responded.

I had to start work again early the next day: Yay, the monotony of everyday life. I was not particularly eager to stay with my boyfriends when I had to get up early for work. That just made me feel like shit having to wake them up so early when I got up to get ready. Please don’t count on me ever moving in with someone, ha! I said my goodbyes to Josh, hugged him, kissed him, blah, blah, blah, all that bullshit, and then I finally went to say my goodbyes to Hank. I bent down and squished his face while making that baby voice. I’m sure you know all about that. That thing you do when you see something cute. I pet his head, and I remember him looking up at me with those big, literal, puppy dog eyes while wagging his tail with joy, so cute and handsome!

I had the radio on while driving home, but I couldn’t tell you what was being said or sung. My mind was too focused on that hunk of alpha male, Hank.

“Hank,” I whispered to myself. “Whoa, snap out of it, focus on driving.”

I then said to my dumbass self as I snapped back to the shitty real world. I walked my happy ass through the front door, kicked off my shoes, and then headed straight for the kitchen. This bitch was hungry. I snacked on something light and quick and began my evening routine of getting ready for bed. I finished washing off the day, pulled on a thong, and hopped into my big, beautiful, comfy, inviting bed. Sometimes, I sleep naked, and other times just in a thong or panties. I typically play a game on my phone or read a comic book before I doze off to La La Land. That night, I was on my phone.

I was playing, reading, I guess I should say, some Episodes when my mind wandered. I suddenly closed out of the Episodes app and pulled up the Internet. I’m sure you know where this is going. Yep, I searched for some good ole Bestiality, specifically, Zoophilia. I got lucky and found a great video of this pretty little Russian blond taking some massive Great Dane cock. I remember watching her as she pleased her alpha, first with her mouth and then with her pretty, little, pink pussy. I couldn’t help myself. I was getting wet just by watching the video. I had to feel myself.

I grazed my hand over my breasts as I slid it down to my moistness. I started rubbing myself outside the fabric of my thong. I could feel the wetness of myself outside the fabric. Then, when I couldn’t take it any longer, I slid my hand into my thong and got my fingers even moister. I slowly started rubbing my clit, all the while watching the debauchery of humans and canines happening on the small screen in front of me. I remember watching the Great Dane’s huge canine cock sliding in and out of the lucky woman’s mouth. She made it nice and sloppy. She even made him feel the back of her throat. I know he was leaking his canine precum into her mouth. I desperately wanted a taste myself. Then, finally, she assumed the position of when the female is ready to receive her alpha inside her. Finally, I got to witness the Dane pop, well, thrust himself into her body. I loved hearing her moans as the Dane slid his cock in and out of her, faster and faster and harder and harder.

At that point, I was throbbing. I slid a finger into my slick, tight cunt and pleasured myself that way for a while. Then a second finger followed, and then a third. The alpha male finally came and shot his warm doggie load deep into his female and, at the same time, made her cum as well; he was such a gentleman. At that same moment, I chimed in with my moans of pleasure as I came on my fingers. I’m sure you know that moment when you cum, and you automatically think of something that turns you on. Well, there was only one thing that went through my head as I made myself nut, Hank, and him using my body the same way the Dane in the video was using his female. The alpha Dane in the video ended up knotting the woman, and I can still remember hearing her scream with that pleasurable pain when you have something big inside your body. Ladies, you know what I’m talking about. The Dane was finally able to release himself from his female. When he did, a nice amount of canine cum came gushing out of her.

“Holy shit,” I said to myself while panting and trying to catch my breath.

That moment felt so hot. I was not just hot, but I felt like I was in total euphoria. I thought about Hank and what he’d be doing if he were lying in that bed with me, probably panting and catching his breath as well while knowing that not only did he get him, but he satisfied his female as well. I laid there a little longer, thinking about him and getting to hold him earlier that day at his house. Yes, his house. He was the alpha male in my eyes, not Josh. As I thought about him, I felt this warmth slowly come over me, and for the first time in my adult life, I felt delighted. I wondered if he thought about me or even dreamt about me as he lay in his big doggie bed. I had to see him again. I had to see Hank. I had to see my alpha. I turned off the light and settled into my bed to finally fall asleep.

As I lay there in the dark, eyes closed, smiling, I whispered one last time to myself, “Hank.”

 

The End.

 

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