A few years to be fair, once I made peace with myself it was fine though
How'd you go about making peace with yourself if you dont mind me asking? did it just happen one day and you said screw it?A few years to be fair, once I made peace with myself it was fine though
Pretty much, I'd been wanking to some zoo and felt dirty halfway through and something clicked. I was like fuck it. I like animals and ended up having one of the best wanks of my life at the time ?How'd you go about making peace with yourself if you dont mind me asking? did it just happen one day and you said screw it?
Tbh samei just kinda knew i really enjoyed it the instant i saw it
i wouldn't call it unfortunateUnfortunate young me just stumbling onto a random vid.. Then since then just got morbidly interested and hooked onto it
OuchI haven’t done more than being kicked but I still sometimes feel guilty
Love your userID.I never felt bad about it. I don't openly talk about it, though.
That’s a fair enough answer pretty much as soon as you get that first lick there’s no going back ?The instant his tongue touched my pussy I was ok with it. Lol
How graphic were the photos?When I was just out of high school my friends and I found polaroid pics of a girl we knew playing with her dog. I remember a tingle in my cock seeing those pics. Rumors about her started spreading and people called her doggirl and she embraced it- it was the 80s maybe not as taboo as now but while people ridiculed her I thought she was the hottest girl around and the fact she loved what she loved made her awesome. Few years later, I had my own personal experience and loved it and then came the internet and unlimited enjoyment, so I came to terms w/ it early
How graphic were the photos?
Pretty much exact same thing for me. I've had thoughts for years but just kept pushing them aside until more recently.I think I am still coming to terms with it. I really want to try more sexual things with animals, although right now in my life I think that has to take a back seat.
I feel for you and would offer you a hug if you wanted one! I think you are brave for living your authentic self ?The act itself was shockingly easy to embrace. What has been hardest for me is the guilt, and I can’t exactly put a finger on where the guilt comes from. I care about whether or not my animal companions are consenting (I sincerely believe that animals can consent) and if my companion does not want something, it does not happen. So I’m not worried that I’m hurting my animal companions because I am watchful to be sure I’m not. I think the guilt comes from the understanding that engaging in this kind of activity runs a real risk of destroying my life and driving a wedge between myself and my loved ones. Why trade every valued friendship, every family member I care about, for this seemingly very base and (according to others) reprehensible thing? I suppose because it’s not reprehensible to me. It feels pure, natural, sweet, wonderful. But few people in my life would ever understand.