MasterOfSlaves
Tourist
So when I was in puberty I ordered something from the internet, and when the delivery man came to my house and I opened the door, a stray lovebird came flying to my shirt and stay hanged weakly from my chest. She looked so dirty and slim, so we though she escaped from another house and was fighting for her life, so we took her to the vet to see if she was going to be okay, that time we discovered she was female, so I named her Penny.
After we took her as part of my family, she soon became extremely attached to me, to the point she hated everyone else at home. She got healthy really soon and she looked gorgeous. We learned how to communicate with each other using whistles, so we created a language just for us.
Penny was almost all the time outside her cage, on my shoulder or my chest, and she surely loved to sleep while I pet her softly on my hands. She was so cute and beautiful. After a couple of days, she then started giving me kisses. It was so cute how she opened her beak a bit and used her tongue to give me little kisses. She then learned how to get to my mouth and started kissing me there, so soon she was making out with me for hours. I was falling for her extremely hard, to the point I though about her as my wife.
After some time, she started to become an extremely horny bird. Some lovebirds rub their cloaca like really hard with pointy objects to relieve themselves and she was no exception. She then started to use my toes, my fingers and my nose. I was getting extremely horny by her insistence and her noises. She looked like she was feeling really good so I used my tongue a bit, and after some time I took out my dick and she rubbed herself with the tip. I can swear I've never felt so good in my life, I came almost instantly. I got her cloaca really dirty and I think a bit got inside as well, it was so hot and pleasurable we repeated it lots of times. She was not only my wife, but my lover as well at that point. I don't know much about sexuality of birds, or even if she was feeling good, but I was passive so she was the one that always used my body to please herself.
One day I had to get out of my house to go to an exam, and it was really hot. We live in a very hot area, so we needed to take extreme care of her. After half an hour outside, my father texted me that she died on his hands by a heatstroke. She got really nervous I was not there, so she escaped from my parents and went to a hot place in my house.
I swear that, at that moment, my thoughts were to kill myself. I just lost the love of my life. She was my everything. After I got to my house we buried her in our garden, and every single day since then, for years, I always stopped before her to cry a bit.
She were with us for three years, and I know it was not much, but she was with me like almost 24/7 so it was like I became her other lovebird. I always think about her as my first true love and I cannot look at any other lovebird the same way. I just traumatized... My father offered to look for another lovebird bu he cannot understand my pain, she was unique.
Today I looked at her pictures and I cried heavily. I just felt the urge to tell someone about it. This is not something I could ever talk to my psychologist, not even my family. They knew we were really attached but not to the point we were lovers. Sorry if it seems weird or stupid. Thank you for reading. I might post two pics I have from her so you can see how she looked.
This was her after a couple of days at home. She still looked unhealthy but was recovering really good.
This was her after we became lovers. She was enjoying my pets while sleeping peacefully.
After we took her as part of my family, she soon became extremely attached to me, to the point she hated everyone else at home. She got healthy really soon and she looked gorgeous. We learned how to communicate with each other using whistles, so we created a language just for us.
Penny was almost all the time outside her cage, on my shoulder or my chest, and she surely loved to sleep while I pet her softly on my hands. She was so cute and beautiful. After a couple of days, she then started giving me kisses. It was so cute how she opened her beak a bit and used her tongue to give me little kisses. She then learned how to get to my mouth and started kissing me there, so soon she was making out with me for hours. I was falling for her extremely hard, to the point I though about her as my wife.
After some time, she started to become an extremely horny bird. Some lovebirds rub their cloaca like really hard with pointy objects to relieve themselves and she was no exception. She then started to use my toes, my fingers and my nose. I was getting extremely horny by her insistence and her noises. She looked like she was feeling really good so I used my tongue a bit, and after some time I took out my dick and she rubbed herself with the tip. I can swear I've never felt so good in my life, I came almost instantly. I got her cloaca really dirty and I think a bit got inside as well, it was so hot and pleasurable we repeated it lots of times. She was not only my wife, but my lover as well at that point. I don't know much about sexuality of birds, or even if she was feeling good, but I was passive so she was the one that always used my body to please herself.
One day I had to get out of my house to go to an exam, and it was really hot. We live in a very hot area, so we needed to take extreme care of her. After half an hour outside, my father texted me that she died on his hands by a heatstroke. She got really nervous I was not there, so she escaped from my parents and went to a hot place in my house.
I swear that, at that moment, my thoughts were to kill myself. I just lost the love of my life. She was my everything. After I got to my house we buried her in our garden, and every single day since then, for years, I always stopped before her to cry a bit.
She were with us for three years, and I know it was not much, but she was with me like almost 24/7 so it was like I became her other lovebird. I always think about her as my first true love and I cannot look at any other lovebird the same way. I just traumatized... My father offered to look for another lovebird bu he cannot understand my pain, she was unique.
Today I looked at her pictures and I cried heavily. I just felt the urge to tell someone about it. This is not something I could ever talk to my psychologist, not even my family. They knew we were really attached but not to the point we were lovers. Sorry if it seems weird or stupid. Thank you for reading. I might post two pics I have from her so you can see how she looked.
This was her after a couple of days at home. She still looked unhealthy but was recovering really good.
This was her after we became lovers. She was enjoying my pets while sleeping peacefully.
