danpetman
Tourist
I've been visiting my childhood home for the holidays and along with seeing my family I've also had the chance to hang out with the small flock of sheep we keep. They're very friendly and will trot right up to you for scratches and pets, so even though they don't really know me I was able to spend some quality time with them. As I was getting acquainted with them I couldn't help but remember my first zoo experiences many years ago, which were with a sheep in the next field over (also one of ours, in case anyone is concerned about fence-hopping), and feeling a pretty strong mix of nostalgia, horniness, and frustration.
One of the sheep in particular was perfectly happy for me to stand behind her and massage her haunches, and when I squatted down behind her she lifted her tail to give me a lovely view of her pussy. I really, really wished I had the time and privacy to get her nice and comfortable with me and see if she'd allow me to mount her, but given that I'm only here for a few days and the field is visible from the house, that's totally impossible. I was honestly surprised by how much this relatively tame encounter affected me. My heart was pounding like I'd run a mile just looking at her and my hands started shaking just from briefly reaching out and stroking over her pussy, which was all I could really do without being overly risky and/or making her uncomfortable. Back home I have zero opportunities to do anything with animals, and it's been so, so long since I was able to indulge this part of myself, so I think there's a lot of built-up frustration being felt right now.
I find myself thinking back to the years and years I was living here with so many opportunities every day with hours of time alone and sheep who already knew and trusted me and wondering why the hell I didn't make the most of it. The two or three experiences I did manage to have are still happy memories for me, but I could have had so, so many more, and it's hard not to regret not doing more now that I find myself aching with desire and completely unable to act on it. This is mostly just a vent post, but if anyone else has similar experiences with regretting not doing more when they had the chance, feel free to share.
One of the sheep in particular was perfectly happy for me to stand behind her and massage her haunches, and when I squatted down behind her she lifted her tail to give me a lovely view of her pussy. I really, really wished I had the time and privacy to get her nice and comfortable with me and see if she'd allow me to mount her, but given that I'm only here for a few days and the field is visible from the house, that's totally impossible. I was honestly surprised by how much this relatively tame encounter affected me. My heart was pounding like I'd run a mile just looking at her and my hands started shaking just from briefly reaching out and stroking over her pussy, which was all I could really do without being overly risky and/or making her uncomfortable. Back home I have zero opportunities to do anything with animals, and it's been so, so long since I was able to indulge this part of myself, so I think there's a lot of built-up frustration being felt right now.
I find myself thinking back to the years and years I was living here with so many opportunities every day with hours of time alone and sheep who already knew and trusted me and wondering why the hell I didn't make the most of it. The two or three experiences I did manage to have are still happy memories for me, but I could have had so, so many more, and it's hard not to regret not doing more now that I find myself aching with desire and completely unable to act on it. This is mostly just a vent post, but if anyone else has similar experiences with regretting not doing more when they had the chance, feel free to share.
