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I don't know what came over me. I'd never had sick, twisted thoughts like these before.
But something happened to my brain when I was asked to watch my neighbor's German Shepherd for the night.
He was a large dog with a sleek, shiny black coat. His paws were enormous, almost as big as my hands.
His fur was soft and fluffy, and I couldn't help but stroke him every time he looked at me with those soulful brown eyes.
As the evening wore on, I found myself becoming more and more aware of his presence.
My skin prickled with goosebumps, and I felt a strange flutter in my stomach.
Before long, I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to touch him. I had to feel his fur under my fingers. I reached out tentatively and stroked his back.
His fur was soft and silky, and I found myself running my hands up and down his body, stroking him again and again. I felt a surge of excitement course through me.
My heart was racing, and my breathing became shallow and quick. I was overcome by an overwhelming desire to feel his fur on my bare skin. I stood up and removed my shirt.
The air was cool against my flushed skin, and I could feel my nipples hardening in the cool air.
My hand trembled as I reached down and unzipped my pants. I let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them, standing naked before the dog.
I was completely exposed, vulnerable, and yet somehow powerful at the same time.
I could see the hunger in his eyes as he gazed at me.
My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a throbbing between my legs.
I gulped and leaned in for a kiss.
What was I doing? I'd never kissed a dog before, and yet, here I was, pressing my lips against his cold, wet nose.
I shuddered and pulled back, my face burning with embarrassment.
