My Love
by The Lonely Wolf



I couldn't say there is one definite way to start a relationship. Maybe you say hi, talk a bit, exchange information and interests and if that matches up then go on a date or two. That seems to be how it works for most folks. Sometimes, you spend much of your time around someone, building up a familiarity. This could be because you work with or around them, you socialize with their friends, maybe you just sit on benches in the same city park. So one day you might say hello instead of just passing by, and it goes from there. All of this seems to involve talking though does it not? At least how else could a relationship, especially a familiar one, be furthered if there is nothing to be spoken? Then again relationships are more than what we say, what we know. They involve how we feel, how the other person makes us feel, along with any other emotions, feelings, or what have you. So is it impossible to think that a relationship, maybe even love, can be found with someone who you cannot and never will be able to really communicate to on the same level?

Let me tell you about someone very lovely and special to me.

I met her rather in ignorant passing one day, some time ago, her presence did not interest nor involve me in any way at the time and she was of no consequence to me. This was the first time I had gone with this friend who, at the time, was also a mere acquaintance, to this friend's home. Through high school and all of my first years of college I maintained and strengthened my friendship with this person, and with similar interests, it was quite easy to build a very strong friendship with him. Every time I would visit his home I would see her there, only starting to pay attention to her towards the end of high school. College strengthened my friendship to my friend and also brought me around her very often, at least 4-5 times a week. I would be over there working on school projects or homework or messing around with computers.

Each time I was over there, I was able to see more and more of her, and started to notice who she was and what she looked like. She had blonde hair, no, more golden and light brownish than anything else (almost like honey). She was not commonly considered attractive, but to me she became very lovely.

Her eyes were something beautiful, dark brown and deep, deep like a clear, open lake light by a high full moon. A peculiar issue is that she spoke very differently from what I knew, yet those like her always understood what she would say. Although we could not directly communicate, we could still convey entire thoughts and ideas to each other. She had her life and she had things to do. Being noticed was more an effort on her part though, as after I had been over there a year or so she would always at least look to the door to see who was there, usually walking up as if to say hello, then calmly going back to her business.

After spending so much time there it was becoming her custom to silently greet me everyday. I thought it only proper to return her efforts by greeting her as well. Before long we would often exchange a light handshake and she would sometimes ask me where I've been and what I've been up to in her own manner.

I can only imagine the verbosity with which I unintentionally and unknowingly spoke. It was probably a year into college that we grew to meeting each other more exuberantly. Seemed since we both liked the idea of meeting each other and 'chatting' quickly and uniquely, as it was, that she was becoming more of a friend to me. As time passed and we got to know each other more, our greetings grew more physical. She seemed to be a sucker for backrubs and massages and I was only glad to administer such as it was so good to see her happy and enjoying being with me, despite the fact I was the one doing most of the work.

So time went on, into my second and third years of college, and as my friendship with my friend grew stronger, my affection for, and time spent getting to school-work right away. Sometimes we would go for walks or enjoy running around in the back yard. Eventually we spent a large portion of time together when I was at my friends house, often sitting and watching TV, or just sitting together. More often she would insist that I administer all the massaging she could handle, and it was difficult to refuse, she enjoyed it so much! My friend was usually off to other duties (he was the one to finish is homework first) and if not would watch TV with us or sit and talk to me as I comforted her.

This went on for months and months, each time our relationship getting closer, more loving. She was so entirely affectionate, and was quite the kissy one believe it or not. I could not get over how even though I was the one giving her the physical attention she so enjoyed she was utterly capable of returning that favor in an exchange of kisses, or more powerfully in the way she would peer into my eyes. If you have ever looked into the eyes of someone who has utter love for you... you will know what it is like. By the time I was done with college (at least for now) we were very close. By this time I had not only formed a very strong and trusting relationship with my good friend, but with his brother and indeed the entire family living there. I was expected to eat if ever I was over when they had dinner prepared and was told I am welcome to their home anytime I wish, even if the only one home is the lady I admired so much. They knew I loved being with her and they noticed many times how she would become extremely excited at my arrival, and were glad I was so willing to give her my attention. Indeed we were close. Even more of the time I spent over there was to be with her... and just her. My friends were also important but as love is, she took precedence. Some of our most intimate hours were spent just lying together either on the floor or couch with her body between my legs and the back of her head resting on my chest. We could just sit there, saying nothing, exchanging little kisses every so often, but just being together seemed to brighten both our days. She kissed so divinely! If you could put emotion into the movement of flesh, her tong and mine, with our lips pressed together was a symphony of love! This was the only part of our relationship we kept to ourselves, as the friends and family she lived with (my friends) where often around, we wanted to keep this special.

After traveling a bit, doing research and visiting many places that interested me, I began to notice her desire for me change. I had been away for weeks at a time, trying to visit her a day here or a day there when I could between trips. But after I was done traveling for a little while and began going over there more often again, I noticed several times my love would interrupt my massaging, often to press her head against my groin or sometimes to present her rear to me or if I was kneeling, press her end against my crotch! What was this? What was she trying to tell me? The only thing I could do is distract her with something and continue sitting or ask she lie down or sit still. Ensuing days had her more restless and energetic towards me in this fashion and I was trying to rationalize what she was trying to say, even though in the back of my mind I had a good idea she wanted to take our relationship a step further.

This behavior of hers was very peculiar, and drove me to searching out possible answers for what she was doing. The best I could tell was that indeed she was presenting herself... she was asking, in her own manner, if I wanted to mate!

What was to be done?! I know my friends there knew I thoroughly enjoyed my time over there with her, indeed they might well know I love her and our togetherness was often not a private thing but was not looked down upon whatsoever either. Nevertheless, sex... intercourse was just... even if we where alone it... it was just so impossible and unacceptable...

Aah, but you might be saying "But you loved her! And she you!" or "What more perfect a relationship could you ask for?!" maybe "If you love each other so much, and as intercourse is the next step in your being together, what is so wrong about it??". And indeed I loved her, loved her enough to want to please her in this way which I trust she would make just as pleasurable for me. I tried thinking it through and rationalize it out in my head, but the more I studied her actions and behavior, it was inevitable. We both desired each other, and when we would meet I knew with every movement of her body that what she wanted from me, and what she wanted to give me as well. I desired her so much, not because she was pretty or well endowed or good at any particular thing, but because of our love... this was what we both wanted.

So what is wrong then? What can be the problem?

My love... She is a beautiful Labrador retriever. She lives with her owners in a small suburban home with the owners two sons, a family relative, and a sister, (also a Lab but chocolate in color). She has had a litter of 5 pups, one of which the family kept who is now 2-3 years old, golden/tan.

That's what's wrong... In a society that so closely embraces the human-animal relationship between a person and their dog, many becoming very emotionally attached to their animals, anything more is wrong. But what in another situation would be considered a normal part of a relationship, that is, to share each other's bodies sexually, is sadly in this situation made to be the worst taboo ever.

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