Hopping On That Confession Thread

Can I jump in on this confession thread about a d0og? I love open-minded people who think this is totally fine. I too was ashamed at first, but after doing some soul searching and talking to others online, I think it's one of my most fulfilling experiences.

I was a new college graduate starting out at a job in a city I had never been to. It was real lonely, had to go into a long distance relationship with my boyfriend, but at least he agreed that adopting a d0og was a good idea. So glad I did because only a few months later, my sister confessed to sleeping with my now ex on a regular basis. That betrayal sent me down a dark path.

To cope, I usually got real tipsy in my apartment, browsed on Tinder for a hot minute, and had a guy knocking at my door after not much swiping. I would pull his pants to the ground, get his cock in my mouth, just barely after the door closed behind him. Once he was nice and hard, I turned around to bend over standing up. He would easily slide into my wet, drunk c**t, pound me until he came, then leave because he just wanted some quickie before whatever. I don't know how many guys came over like this, but it was quite a bit.

It just wasn't enough, I wasn't satisfied. I often found myself watching porn afterwards to scratch the itch. One night, I was real into my video when the smoke detector went off. I had forgotten about my pizza in the oven. I ran naked to take the charcoal out of my oven and vent the kitchen a little. My nightly therapy was ruined, I just stood at the counter defeated.

I guess he must've smelled something interesting, a mix of my juices and another guy's cum, because he walked right up to me and stuck his muzzle between my legs. It caught me by surprise, I jumped but I couldn't really move away. His tongue lashed out and started to tickle me like no man's tongue could. My mind got lost in the sensation, my body melted until I was bent over the counter, legs spread, giving him full access to me. An orgasm racked my body so hard that I bruised my knee from jerking it hard against the counter.

I closed up, turned around, and slumped down to his level. He was so happy with himself, I could see a red hot tip poking out from underneath. I remember debating it in my head, I had always let my ex fuck me after he ate me out. Getting up, taking a big swig from my fireball, I lead him into my room and onto my bed. I get on all fours, close my eyes, then wait for it.

Nothing happened. I was a bit confused, but he was just taking in my scent. I try to motion him to get on, but he didn't get it. I sigh, slumping down into my pillows, ass still in the air, when suddenly he mounts me. His weight pushed me down into my pillows even more. I sort of reconsidered it because I was getting scratched a little and his poker was hitting me hard in the wrong places, but I didn't have much choice because as a small Asian girl in this awkward angle with so much weight on top, I can't do much. I buck up the courage to reach back and guide him into me.

I remember softly moaning when I felt him enter me then screaming like mad as he ravaged me. He clamped down against my waist and didn't spare me any mercy at all. I gripped at anything I could as I felt him grow inside me without letting up on the pounding. Another hard orgasm rocked through my body, I think my eyes literally rolled back.

Then I felt one mighty push before getting stretched so hard that I had a tough time breathing. It kept growing inside me before I started feeling a warm sensation filling me. I don't know how long we stayed like this, but I'm sure he loved it because he never pulled away. When I started feeling him shrink, then he pulled out with a loud plop. I dropped into my bed exhausted, but he kept trying to lick me clean down there.

Imagine how I felt after waking up the next day. Happy to reply to comments or add more experiences!