While reading a few of the confessions on this site, I have decided that maybe not wise but maybe also more along the lines of being something therapeutic, to confess openly something that no one knows about me but me! I guess it's time for me to get this thing off my chest because it has it has hung over my head for a long time now. I am now 26 and happily married to the only man I have ever loved. We both met in high school and became high school sweethearts ( We graduated both HS and college together ). So being in love and shortly after we graduated college, we decided to get married and start a more productive life together. However, at the age of 16, I told the man I married to a huge lie about me being a virgin the first time we had sex together. The lie was convincing because unbeknownst to him, I was still on my period so there was some discharge involved. Today he still thinks that is true, that I gave up my virginity to him, and that's what I have led him to believe all these years.
The truth is I gave up my virginity not to another guy, or even another woman, but to a family pet when I was 13. People may think badly of me for such a thing, but you don't know me, and you don't know the circumstances, and you don't know why I did what I did. It wasn't by accident and it didn't happen just the once, but was an ongoing thing between Blacky and I for nearly 3 years. It started out with just the licking thing, moreover the dog would give me oral until I would climax. The whole thing became so totally overpowering for me that I found myself wanting more and more. Needless to say, as time went on, I started giving myself to him completely. All of our sexual encounters happen in my room with my parents either in bed, or in the house downstairs, or at work. By the time I was 14 I would do what they call tie with him. It's crazy I know to have done such a thing, but I never once forced the dog to do anything with me or to me.. it was though he found me sexually appealing and never minded that I was human, and I got so I never minded him being an animal, after all, he was loved by the whole family as the best dog in the world, and he was my first, and was there for me when I needed him, and I feel I was there for him when he needed me. Since I met my husband, which then was my boyfriend, I gave up the sexual encounters with the dog, because I had fallen in love with Charley, and even thou I wanted Blacky back then, I decided it wouldn't be the right thing to do to my boyfriend if I kept sleeping with someone else, so I stopped! I haven't done it since, but I live with the fact that after all this time I have this terrible secret of doing what I did, and living a lie with my husband. People make mistakes, right? People are not perfect, right? Bye

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