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Taste of Her Smile - zoophilic
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Funny how a jesting comment can backfire on a person.

Put two writers together and almost inevitably, someone will start a
thread about stories, how they are inspired, what they like and dislike...

Or, in this case, random talk about inspiration and 'good story titles'.

zoo/best  M/bitch
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The Taste of Her Smile
Version one - Zoophilic - M/bitch
by: Stasya T. Canine
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The smell
Of her fur

In my mind.
She'll always...

Be there.

Wise eyes.
That know.

Her body speaks
Of love...

And us.

Lovers.
Mate.

She is one.
Who reaffirms...

Love is rewarded with love

As life
Goes on.

One thing
Is certain.

I will always remember...

The taste of her smile.
---

So it begins.  This journey into memories.

She wasn't smiling when we first met.

Obviously an abuse victim, she would cringe and pee at anyone's slightest
movement.

"I'm sorry I moved.  I know it's wrong."  I could see it in her eyes. The
people who had her will never know the red, red rage I held in that day.

Many shivering minutes later, after gentle words and much motionless
sitting on the dirt...  Eyes filled with fear looked into mine and asked
me some questions.  "Can I trust you?  Will you be like all the others? 
Will you gain my cautious trust and then, callously destroy my heart?"

My smile and quiet words do nothing to destroy the moment. Without looking
at the people, I accept her gift.

"I'll take her."  My leash comes out of my pocket and I soothe her as I
make the switch from theirs to mine.  A few papers are handed over as the
four of us walk to my car.  Medical records are all they are.  She is a
mixed breed but beautiful in spite of her heritage.

'Mixed breed dog, female, free' and a phone number was all the ad said.

Perhaps.  But not free of that cruelest of all punishments. Emotional
abuse and betrayal of her trust.

As I drove home, I had a shivering head in my lap.  I knew she wouldn't
understand that my rage was not directed at her - so, for her sake, I let
none of my inner anger show.

She panicked at a friend's house when she thought I was going to leave
her.

I could feel her unbounded joy when I let her back into the car and she
realized I wasn't going to betray her trust.

She *knew* it was *her* car now.

That was the first time I saw her smile.

As we shared the rest of the trip home, I could feel her joy as she
started to realize she had a home with someone who cared for her.

Now, years later. The smile has pretty much changed to a permanent grin.

She knows.

I know.

*We* know.

I could bore you with the details of those early months.  Slow movements. 
Gentle words of encouragement.

For months she slept with her head literally pushed under my shoulder at
night or with her head against mine.  Close?  She was closer than my
shadow.  After all, at night, a shadow vanishes into the darkness.

With us it was the time to build the bridges that would come to span our
lives.

The first time my light touch did not cause her to wake in shivering
terror, I knew we had reached the most important milestone in our
relationship.

She trusted me.

I have other equally joyous memories from those early days.  The slow
changes as she went from being afraid to leave my side -  to eager
willingness to explore wherever we happened to be.

It seemed forever before a quiet 'Go!' and the wave of a hand would send
her bouncing away in happy curiosity.

Now her almost arrogant self-assurance has me teasing her as she romps or
demands attention.  "Shy!  Timid!  Remember?"  The words fall on deaf
ears.  Those days are gone.  Sometimes I see the memories start to
surface.  A gentle word or two, my hands still her shivers - and we go on.
 Thankfully, those times are happening less often than they used to.

In those early months, we became the mutual centers of our shared journey
into the future.

I won't deny the early months were sometimes frustrating.  I had dreams. 
Desires.  All held in check while we established our relationship.

Her emotional and physical well-being was and is my primary concern.  Any
physical merging would come as she chose.  If ever. It would not have been
the first time a partner was not interested in sexual fulfillment.

Curious sniffing and investigation on her part became slightly more as she
realized I  enjoyed such actions.

It was months before she would let me pet and examine any part of her
body.  Even if you forget about any sexual contact, there is a valid
reason for wanting her to allow intimate examination. Foxtails.  Grass and
weed seeds that can get started in her vulva or ears.  There have been
many times over the years that I have discovered such and removed them
before they worked their way deeper.  Such examination has become routine
after a romp in a field.

No, I do not perform such in public.  I wait until we are private before
doing more than a visual exam.

There were months of preparation before we, at long last, completed our
union of souls on that ultimate and final level.  Our first sexual joining
was a simple act physically - yet, it was profound step for us both on the
emotional level.  The final step to trust on a level few know - had been
taken.

It always amazes me that people never noticed how our bitch/owner
relationship at last became lifemates/partners.

The only comments were 'How devoted she is to you.  You and she are really
close to each other aren't you?'.  Ironically, those were things I had
heard almost from the beginning.

My smile and laughter.  "Oh yes.  It took a lot of work but she's no
longer the terrified bitch I brought home, is she?  I mean a lot to her. 
But then she helped me at the same time.  That makes a special bond
between us."

Memories. So many memories.

With that, I return to the present.  It is evening and we are in bed.

I say her name softly.  Ears move and then her eyes open to study me from
where she lies next to me.

I rub her in the way I use to let her know my desires.  I give her the
chance to decide if  we will do more than sleep together.

Her legs spread as she rolls to her back in invitation.  This is her
signal to me that she is willing to let me seduce her.

I chuckle softly.  Already naked, I shift so that I lean against the wall.
 I pet her between her hind legs and slowly and lightly scratch my way to
her vulva.

I am rewarded with even more relaxation.  Gently I draw her around so she
is nestled between my outstretched legs.

Totally limp, she groans softly as I return to scratching along her belly
and then to where her legs join her body.

Her tail has fallen to one side.  My penis, now stiff, rests against her
vulva.  Fur and soft flesh are warm against me.

Inner heat rises as I let desire move my hands.  I feel twitching as her
body begins to respond to my touch.

At long last, I reach for the lubricant.  I apply some to her treasured
opening.  Not much.  A small dab.  I know that she is moist within and I
need only supply enough to coat myself so my entry does not cause friction
and pain.

One hand still lightly traces along her body as I apply the head of my now
throbbing member to the dab of lube and then use it to coat her lips.

Once that is done, I let go and use a finger to finish coating my tip and
part of my shaft.

Our shared experience lets me align myself for entry.  As I start my
entry, I can feel her heat.

Wise in the ways of this position, I gently pull her to my pubes until I
am fully sheathed.

Connected in this most intimate of ways, I return to gently stroking her
stomach.  Muscles quiver along my length.  I take time to work my hands
slightly under her and draw my fingertips along either side of her spine.

The quivering intensifies to spasms.

She turns her head sideways so we can make eye contact.

Her relaxed smile is unmistakable.

I have no idea how long we spend like this.  I am totally focussed on her
and where our bodies are joined.

Eventually, she tells me she has had enough and she works herself free.

I am languid.  She is all nervous energy.  She gives herself a few cursory
licks and then turns to me.

She uses eager  and forceful nosings as she cleans our mingled fluids from
me.  I reach and shift my penis to make it easier for her. As I move it,
she carefully cleans what I expose.

Finally, she is satisfied and settles to finish her own ablutions.

There is one more part to our ritual.

I get off the bed and turn to pull her so her hindquarters are near the
edge.  I lightly stroke her body for a time.  Flat on her back, her wide
open legs are an invitation.

With the skill born of doing something many times, I  reverently kneel at
the edge of the bed and begin to clean  her nether lips with the same
gentleness and attention she gave to my penis.

I am lost to time as I do this.

Eventually, I look up and my eyes meet hers as she turns her head to watch
what I am doing.

Souls meet.

Deeply in love, I enjoy...

The taste of her smile.
---

Stasya T. Canine
Jan 9, 2000
http://storiesonline.net/Stasya_T_Canine

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