From: reese@vax.oxford.ac.uk
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: Re: Request
Date: 30 Sep 92 09:41:03 GMT
Organization: Oxford University VAX 6620

In article <1992Sep30.004905.15510@netcom.com>, gooley@netcom.com (Mark. Gooley) writes:
> 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.

Good story, Mark.  Actually a bit too realistic, I think. I don't 
suppose you ... I mean, you're not speaking from ...  are you, by
any chance ...  erm, did you ...? You know.

Jason

> 
> Mark., stark realism here
> gooley@netcom.com