1. Pirate Erotica Chapter 3


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

    time I came in slow motion. But there were many boring evenings humping canine Hazy. To do it— I had to picture Digita. Oh Digita. Digita my bliss, my two-legged bliss. You ought to know I’m the kind of dog that the two-leggers like. I’m pretty much the perfect b**st, a cultural icon, almost magic the effect I have on them, those that are susceptible at least. And Digita had seen dogs like me in the movies. I think that was what made us click. She was a bit superficial, as two-leggers so often are, to tell the truth. She mostly cared only about two-leg stuff. I tried to teach her trail-sniffing, and the languages of both dog and sheep, to no avail. But it didn’t matter, because of the love I felt for that silly two-leg, superficial though she was, and ignorant. Digita had me constantly wet, a wet pet. Red rocket hardly describes it, for she had my heart. When Hazy wasn’t looking, Digita sometimes let me lick her lips. Well, one day Hazy got suspicious and read my markings around the house, and she figured the whole thing out. She went basically nuts, marked everywhere —oh it was almost very embarrassing—broke through the gate, ran out onto the street, and got hit. Oh bliss, bliss bliss. With Hazy dead there was nothing between me and Digita. Digita got custody of me. With nothing to stop us, I slept on her bed. I saw her go to the bathroom. I nuzzled her, when she was asl**p. Well, we went out on the road to hide our affair. It was from motel to motel, state after state. I ...
    can’t tell you the number of fire hydrants I peed on because the number is close to infinite. I got a bit tired of riding on the floor in the front seat. I’m kind of a big dog, and it was cramped, but I didn’t care, because I was hot for that two-leg. Oh Digita. Digita. My misfit. But as such things often go, eventually Digita got interested in other mutts. I tried to keep her attention. I licked her everywhere I could reach. I did my very best. But she had no interest in my special languages, or my skills, or any of it. How my heart drowned in its sorrows. I was in love. Digita was taking a road trip. Next, it was Digita— petting random mutts. We’d be wherever, and a mutt would come along, and that mutt would be up on her face, licking, as if I meant nothing. Our intimacies meant zilch. I was crushed. I started going crazy. I couldn’t sl**p. I was watching her out of the corner of my eye continually. For some reason we wound up on the east coast of the US. She enrolled in college, but she wanted to be in dog shows too. There was some show-dog she started fooling around with. I barked until I got her out of there, and back on the road again. I drove this time. I wasn’t taking any chances. I had long ago figured out how to drive. It’s not all that difficult if you’re big enough. I wore a Humphrey Bogart rubber mask, and no cop ever figured it out, even though my neck was fuzzy. Then one day it happened. We were staying in a hotel. California somewhere near the beach, and Digita ...
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