Fucking Bitches 1: Who Needs A Girlfriend When One Has A Dog?

by Amber FoxxFire

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It was the worst breakup of my life. I'd thought about ending it right then and there. Everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong and here I was all alone in my apartment with nothing but shattered dreams.

And my new dog, Mischief.

Mischief was a 1-year-old Siberian Husky. Straight from the pound, she was a mischievous little brat.

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It was the worst breakup of my life. I'd thought about ending it right then and there. Everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong and here I was all alone in my apartment with nothing but shattered dreams.

And my new dog, Mischief.

Mischief was a 1-year-old Siberian Husky. Straight from the pound, she was a mischievous little brat. I wasn't looking for a big dog, hell I really didn't know what I was looking for.

As I'd paced up and down the cages at the shelter, each and every dog tore at my soul. I wanted them all.

But it was Mischief that stole my heart.

The moment I knelt down and she sidled up to me sheepishly and licked the tears from my cheeks, I knew she was the one.

It was a hard transition. Learning how to care for myself again. When you have a significant other, you come to rely on them just as they rely on you.

Mischief couldn't cook worth a damn, couldn't clean house and had no idea how to use a smart phone.

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But one thing she excelled at was as a lover.

 

Yes, that's right. I spent every waking hour curled up with her in bed. We were constantly acting out our wicked, depraved fantasies - well, mine anyway.

It started with that old peanut butter trick. Man does that work wonders. Smeared some on my face and she went right to town.

Until that moment I had never known what it was like to have a mouthful of doggy tongue - and spit. But now I do. And it was wonderful.

We'd just lay together for hours, cuddling, kissing, touching each other.

It really was almost like having a girlfriend - albeit one that couldn't cook or clean.

At first I only went so far with her. Mischief was more than willing to do whatever I wanted up to this point, but how far was too far?

Could I touch her pussy? I knew enough about dogs to know that my little vivacious vixen was in full heat. I could smell her wicked, intoxicating scent.

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