From: gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley)
Subject: Re: Request
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest) 
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 00:49:05 GMT

boserj@netcom.com (Jeffrey Boser) writes:
>There was a story posted a month or two or three ago
>told from the viewpoint of a man with a woman friend
>that involved her fulfilling a fantasy of his and
>having sex with a stray dog.  I remember there was
>somethign mentioned about the dog being trained by
>the female owner (she showed up near the end).
>
>Can someone mail it to me or post it?

Hey, I'll rewrite it for you!  But it'll have to be third-person:

	"Oh, shit, Aphasia," murmured Adolf, "how I love you."
	Aphasia snuggled closer to him on the park bench.  "I love you
too, Dolphie," she said, nipping his left earlobe with her shiny white
incisors.  "You know I'd do anything for you."
	"Anything?" he said, discreetly taking out his filthy gray
handkerchief and dabbing at his bleeding ear.
	"Yes," she said.
	He paused as if uncertain whether to go on.  "There's a fantasy
of mine I wish you could live out while I watch, but..."
	Aphasia tore out a few stray locks from his scalp.  "Go on," she
said.
	Adolf hesitated, and then said in a rush, "I want to watch you
having sex with a stray dog."
	She smiled.  "Is that all?" she asked.  "Why, I've had sex with
dogs hundreds of times.  My grandparents were breeders of champion
Weimaraners -- they made that Crawlpo commercial that used to run on
TV, remember? -- and Grandma taught me all about doing it with dogs."
	"Really?" asked Adolf, and his mouth literally hung open.
	"Sure!" said Aphasia.  "I mean, I only took up with you when
my cocker spaniel died.  Poor Cockie was a little dog, but he was better
hung than you are, and I gave him Bilk-Moan biscuits so his breath even
smelled better than yours."
	She took Adolf by the hand and helped him up.  He followed her
listlessly as she led him through the near-empty park that evening,
chatting merrily about all her zoophilic adventures.  Presently they
came upon a largeish dog, apparently half Newfoundland and half Alsatian,
and quite obviously male.  "He looks real friendly," said Aphasia.  "You
sit over there on that merry-go-round and you can watch us have sex."
	"Great," said Adolf, his enthusiasm slowly returning.
	The dog was indeed friendly, and when Aphasia lowered her jeans
to reveal her panty-less crotch, the dog was already getting the right
idea.  Adolf watched and polluted himself even before the inter-specific
couple had finished copulating.
	Adolf was wiping his trousers with Kleenex and Aphasia was
zipping up her jeans when a tall, jolly-looking middle-aged woman in
the Barbara Woodhouse mode came along.  "Ah," she said in a fake British
accent, "I see you've been making friends with my dog Wolfie there."
	"Uh, yes," said Aphasia.
	"He's quite talented sexually, as I'm sure you've found out by
now," said the woman.
	"Yeah,, he was terrific!" said Aphasia.  "Much better than that
loser there," she added, gesturing dismissively towards Adolf.
	"Hey!" said Adolf, but the older woman simply cried, "Come along,
Wolfie," and she and Aphasia and Wolfie were out of his sight before he
realized what had happened.

Mark., stark realism here
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