1. Pirate Erotica Chapter 3


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Sex Humor, Shemales, Author: buggiebug10, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Case by Oliver Nabors Fellow scholars, physicians, and veterinarians, I’m sure you are all well aware of a most unusual case recently reported in the Journal. This notorious case has raised many questions and even more eyebrows, so my editor told me to look into the matter. Upon traveling to America, I found that the subject prepared a memoir. What follows in the creature’s own words are heinous crimes, freely confessed to. I believe it will horrify, and perhaps amaze even the sophisticated reader. I will leave you, my honorable colleagues, to judge of the matter. So without further ado, I bring you the memoir. Memoir You make the sound of her name by opening your mouth, puttting your tongue on the tip of your snout, and giving a little bark. Ah, Digita, fire of my gooch, spam of my gulch, goose of my pate. Digita. Digita. Woof, woof. My name is Dogbert Dogbert. It’s not my real name, of course. This is to protect the innocent. My fate was sealed from the first. My dad was a German Shepherd, who took care of a flock of sheep. I grew up babied by sheep, nursed by sheep. They gave me bonbons, they gave me milk. Meanwhile, my bitch mother, a Great Dane, was nowhere. I grew up alone and apart from dogs. Mom didn’t try to nurse me past the first few weeks. As a result I was missing something, I think. I had needs unmet. I was angry at my mother. The sheep, my rescuers, took me for outings on the beach. Ah the beach. Like an island in the imagination. Ah, the beach, woof woof. On ...
    the beach these tall two-leg standing dogs—humans they’re called—were deliciously hairless, with their bottoms partly covered-up. Oh, how enticing—a bottom partly covered up. I began to look down on dog butt. Dog butt wasn’t good enough for young Dogbert. But I knew this could get me into trouble. I couldn’t tell anyone about it. One day, on the beach, I met a female poodle named Carnie. She worked for a traveling circus. She liked to go around on her hind feet in a two-piece bathing suit. Ah, delicious. Ah Carnie, my Carnia, woof, woof. Is there anything worth killing for anymore, a lot of dogs wonder these days. I mean, really what’s the point? Meat comes automatically. Is killing worth the inherent risk? I found myself angry enough to kill once. And this is the story of how it happened. For that poodle, Carnie, I got pretty hot. She was the first dog that interested Dogbert Dogbert. We were just about to consummate our relationship, when her master called, and I remained frustrated. If perhaps we’d had another minute, I might have been cured of my obsession with two-legs? Moving right along. I grew into a handsome mature dog. It turned out I was good at was sniffing out trails. I became a sniffing dog. I went up to the north pole on an adventure, but being horny for Polar Bears drove me crazy. I howled for Polar Bear sex all night. I got kind of a bad reputation for it. And after that I contented myself with sniffing around town, exploring the hydrants and poles along the ...
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