AtomicCookie
Zooville Settler
Where to start?
Some of you know me. Those that do either love or hate me. I was very active on Beast Forum under a different name but mostly keep to myself here. Its a very different venue which I dont necessarily trust. We're not here to talk about ZV, and I don't much enjoy talking about myself. Past trauma still occasionally gives me panic attacks and anxiety. Recently though I've grown a lot and learned to deal with things better. I'm a lot less Atomic and maybe simered down to just being quick tempered.
Last November and December my partner and I had our 3rd and 4th children. Second child for both of us. Confused? To keep it simple, we're a very committed married lesbian couple. Been married for nearly a decade. A year ago last February we had the rare opportunity to go out and have a night to ourselves. My partner has endured a lot on my behalf and I felt she should be allowed to choose to do whatever she wanted. We ended up having a threesome and getting pregnant. Was definitely not part of the plan. Also the first guy I had been with in over 7 years. It happened, we accepted it, we grew, we endured, and now have that much more love in our lives.
This is where my story gets a bit dark. 7 years ago I was gang raped, beaten, and left for dead in a hotel bathtub. I woke up nearly a week later with several broken bones, a new hole in my skull the doctors made to stop the swelling, and the beginning of a life time of ptsd to deal with. Don't ask about it, don't mention it, its not something I acknowledge with strangers. Making it public is mental care for me. After years of therapy I was finally getting to the point where I was letting my guard down and the first guy we sleep with knocks me up. Fucking hilarious right.
Now how do I steer the story away from that? Give me a moment to put my head back together.
I have always been interested in dogs. My first sexual partner was a boy. My 2nd was a dog. Well... for intercourse thats true. Oral, the dog came first. I grew up on a sheep farm with a very very religious mother, yet always took after my fathers skepticism and near agnosticism. Fear of hell never bothered me and lets just say that I made a lot of mad decisions doing things just to piss her off. I remember occasionally watching the dogs fuck under the trees by the edge of the field. The pullout would always catch my breath. The glistening pinks and red of dog dick has been seared into my mind for most of my life.
As I got older I explored my body and after seeing some porn on vhs my brothers had stashed became rather interested in oral sex. My dog Ozzy, a Hound Shepherd mix of some sort, would always sleep in my room. He would show concern for what I was doing and eventually curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a sniff and I let him if not widened my legs for him. I can't tell you exactly when other than it was before my first boyfriend. I was extremely aroused and didn't even think once about stopping him from licking me. We fell into this almost nightly habit. Soon after I was asked out by a boy and after a few months thought I was in love and had sex with him. He told all his friends and somehow I got labeled a slut. After I found out he was cheating it was over.
When one door closes another opportunity presents itself. I was 18. It was the summer before I went to university. I was heart broken, horny, and so angry. I wanted revenge. My parents announced they were going on vacation and leaving the ranch with my oldest brother in charge. Like he knew how to do anything. They asked if I wanted to go, mostly out of courtesy, but the last thing I wanted was to be stuck with them. My brothers being the pricks they were made plans to disappear and I knew with them it would be more than just the night. I suddenly found myself with an entire weekend alone. To say I was excited and impatient for them to leave was an understatement. My brothers were gone that morning, my parents later that afternoon. I waited an extra two hours just to make sure they didn't forget something and come back. My underwear was soaked when I ran upstairs and impatientky threw my clothes off. We started with the usual licking and masturbation. I recall being conflicted and having butterflies that were making me borderline nauseous. I was so horny that I was actually scared of going through with it. My extreme arousal easily won and I flipped over on the edge of my bed. Ozzy had humped my leg before but I had never let him do more and I probably should have jerked him off before going all the way. I had head my Dad and brothers make jokes about the dogs dick before but I never understood what was so funny. My previous boyfriend was average I guess, nothing to brag about, but not small. Ozzy on the other hand had the biggest dick of any man or dog I have ever fucked. It was one of the single most eye opening sexual experiences of my life to say the least. I was terrified. He was enormous and quickly became painful as he fucked me into my mattress with the intensity as if the world was about to end. Thankfully he didn't knot me otherwise that would have been the end of this story. In between daily chores and after an entire long weekend of on and off very wet extremely loud fuck-a-thon I was hooked and never looked back. The next few months were a rampant nightly fuck fest.
Leaving to Uni was exceptionally difficult but I came home at every opportunity. I did a lot of experimenting over the next few years. I had always been attracted to other girls but never acted on it for fear of how my Dad would react. His approval mattered far more to me than anyone else. My first girlfriend really opened the door to the LGBTQ community for me. The acceptance and love I found there was like a 2nd family. I eventually met my partner at a party. She wasn't the first person I told about my passion for dogs but she was the only one I was afraid wouldn't accept me. Beyond my expectations the 3 people who know my secret not only accepted me but eventually did it themselves. My partner and I have 3 dogs which we have shared for almost the last decade.
Thats my story and my official introduction. It is a pleasure to be part of this community. Just know if you are a zoo you will be accepted by me. Here's a virtual high five. Thanks for reading, you're awesome.
Some of you know me. Those that do either love or hate me. I was very active on Beast Forum under a different name but mostly keep to myself here. Its a very different venue which I dont necessarily trust. We're not here to talk about ZV, and I don't much enjoy talking about myself. Past trauma still occasionally gives me panic attacks and anxiety. Recently though I've grown a lot and learned to deal with things better. I'm a lot less Atomic and maybe simered down to just being quick tempered.
Last November and December my partner and I had our 3rd and 4th children. Second child for both of us. Confused? To keep it simple, we're a very committed married lesbian couple. Been married for nearly a decade. A year ago last February we had the rare opportunity to go out and have a night to ourselves. My partner has endured a lot on my behalf and I felt she should be allowed to choose to do whatever she wanted. We ended up having a threesome and getting pregnant. Was definitely not part of the plan. Also the first guy I had been with in over 7 years. It happened, we accepted it, we grew, we endured, and now have that much more love in our lives.
This is where my story gets a bit dark. 7 years ago I was gang raped, beaten, and left for dead in a hotel bathtub. I woke up nearly a week later with several broken bones, a new hole in my skull the doctors made to stop the swelling, and the beginning of a life time of ptsd to deal with. Don't ask about it, don't mention it, its not something I acknowledge with strangers. Making it public is mental care for me. After years of therapy I was finally getting to the point where I was letting my guard down and the first guy we sleep with knocks me up. Fucking hilarious right.
Now how do I steer the story away from that? Give me a moment to put my head back together.
I have always been interested in dogs. My first sexual partner was a boy. My 2nd was a dog. Well... for intercourse thats true. Oral, the dog came first. I grew up on a sheep farm with a very very religious mother, yet always took after my fathers skepticism and near agnosticism. Fear of hell never bothered me and lets just say that I made a lot of mad decisions doing things just to piss her off. I remember occasionally watching the dogs fuck under the trees by the edge of the field. The pullout would always catch my breath. The glistening pinks and red of dog dick has been seared into my mind for most of my life.
As I got older I explored my body and after seeing some porn on vhs my brothers had stashed became rather interested in oral sex. My dog Ozzy, a Hound Shepherd mix of some sort, would always sleep in my room. He would show concern for what I was doing and eventually curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a sniff and I let him if not widened my legs for him. I can't tell you exactly when other than it was before my first boyfriend. I was extremely aroused and didn't even think once about stopping him from licking me. We fell into this almost nightly habit. Soon after I was asked out by a boy and after a few months thought I was in love and had sex with him. He told all his friends and somehow I got labeled a slut. After I found out he was cheating it was over.
When one door closes another opportunity presents itself. I was 18. It was the summer before I went to university. I was heart broken, horny, and so angry. I wanted revenge. My parents announced they were going on vacation and leaving the ranch with my oldest brother in charge. Like he knew how to do anything. They asked if I wanted to go, mostly out of courtesy, but the last thing I wanted was to be stuck with them. My brothers being the pricks they were made plans to disappear and I knew with them it would be more than just the night. I suddenly found myself with an entire weekend alone. To say I was excited and impatient for them to leave was an understatement. My brothers were gone that morning, my parents later that afternoon. I waited an extra two hours just to make sure they didn't forget something and come back. My underwear was soaked when I ran upstairs and impatientky threw my clothes off. We started with the usual licking and masturbation. I recall being conflicted and having butterflies that were making me borderline nauseous. I was so horny that I was actually scared of going through with it. My extreme arousal easily won and I flipped over on the edge of my bed. Ozzy had humped my leg before but I had never let him do more and I probably should have jerked him off before going all the way. I had head my Dad and brothers make jokes about the dogs dick before but I never understood what was so funny. My previous boyfriend was average I guess, nothing to brag about, but not small. Ozzy on the other hand had the biggest dick of any man or dog I have ever fucked. It was one of the single most eye opening sexual experiences of my life to say the least. I was terrified. He was enormous and quickly became painful as he fucked me into my mattress with the intensity as if the world was about to end. Thankfully he didn't knot me otherwise that would have been the end of this story. In between daily chores and after an entire long weekend of on and off very wet extremely loud fuck-a-thon I was hooked and never looked back. The next few months were a rampant nightly fuck fest.
Leaving to Uni was exceptionally difficult but I came home at every opportunity. I did a lot of experimenting over the next few years. I had always been attracted to other girls but never acted on it for fear of how my Dad would react. His approval mattered far more to me than anyone else. My first girlfriend really opened the door to the LGBTQ community for me. The acceptance and love I found there was like a 2nd family. I eventually met my partner at a party. She wasn't the first person I told about my passion for dogs but she was the only one I was afraid wouldn't accept me. Beyond my expectations the 3 people who know my secret not only accepted me but eventually did it themselves. My partner and I have 3 dogs which we have shared for almost the last decade.
Thats my story and my official introduction. It is a pleasure to be part of this community. Just know if you are a zoo you will be accepted by me. Here's a virtual high five. Thanks for reading, you're awesome.
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