March 2, 2025
Dear Diary,
Tonight is one of those nights that I never thought would come. The quiet whispers of the house are my only companions as I sit here, contemplating the week ahead. My heart feels a peculiar mix of excitement and sadness as tomorrow I leave for university housing again. Two months of blissful study in solitude, of unspoken loves, of fun days and evenings with friends of always, will be replaced with the bustling energy of dorm life. Balto, my devoted dog, lays by my side, oblivious to the tumultuous emotions swirling within me. His eyes, those pools of innocence and adoration, reflect the soft glow of the moon outside. He's always been there for me, a silent confidant in a world that often seems too loud, too fast.
As the clock ticks away the final moments of my weekend, I notice his tail wagging with a certain rhythm, his eyes sparkling with mischief. It's a look I've grown all too familiar with over the past few months. Our secret, our intimate bond, something I never imagined I'd share with another being. Yet, here we are. The warmth of his body beside me, his soft whimpers of need, it's all too much to ignore. I feel the heat rise within me, the same heat that's been simmering each time we've been together like this. It's strange, but I find comfort in his unwavering presence, his unconditional love.
The house is empty, my parents off to enjoy a night with their friends, leaving us to our own devices. And as Balto's excitement grows, so does the tension between my legs. The air is thick with tension, charged with an energy that's both intoxicating and terrifying. The anticipation of what's to come is a crescendo in my chest. I lean down to stroke his fur, my hand lingering near his tail, feeling the tremble of his body beneath my touch. He knows what's on my mind, and the thought of leaving him like this, unsatisfied, is unbearable.
With a deep breath, I make my decision. I will give him what he desires, one last time, as a sweet farewell. A gentle kiss on his snout, and his eyes light up with understanding. We're about to share something primal, something beautifully wrong. I stand, heart racing, and lead him to my room, the door closing softly behind us. The bed awaits, a stage for our silent goodbye. Our eyes lock, and in that moment, I know this is more than just a physical act; it's a testament to the profound connection we've forged.
I strip slowly, allowing my clothes to fall to the floor like autumn leaves, revealing my bare skin to the coolness of the night. Balto watches intently, sit, his breathing labored, his eyes never leaving mine. He approaches the bed, and I can feel the heat of his gaze as it traces every inch of my body. I spread my legs, inviting him closer. The room is a cocoon of shadows and moonlight, a sanctuary for our forbidden love. His fur brushes against my thighs as he climbs up, his breath warm against my skin. And just as the first stars of the evening make their appearance outside my window, we begin our final dance together, a dance of passion and longing that transcends the boundaries of human and animal.
Balto's tongue darts out, tracing a wet line up my inner thigh, and I can't help but gasp at the sensation. The thought of leaving him tomorrow makes every touch feel more intense, more significant. His eyes never leave mine, as if asking for permission, and I nod, whispering, "Yes, my love" my voice barely audible in the hush of the night. He seems to understand and eagerly laps at my skin, his warmth seeping into my very soul.
His tongue reaches my pussy, and I moan, the sound echoing through the room. "Ohhh yes" I murmur, arching my back as the pleasure starts to build. His licks become more insistent, more focused, and I feel the tension coil tighter within me. The wetness of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth, it's a symphony of sensation that has my body trembling. "Uh, Balto" I breathe, my hand tangling in his fur as I guide him closer. "Like that, Like that." He seems to know just what I need, his movements becoming more deliberate, more precise. My hips rock against his mouth, seeking more, demanding more. "I want you," I moan, my voice strained with desire. His tongue delves deeper, swirling around my clit, and I know I'm close, so close to the edge. The room spins around us, the only reality the heat between my legs and the love in his eyes.And then it happens, the climax I've been craving. It crashes over me like a wave, stealing my breath, making my body convulse with pleasure. "Oh, how I am enjoying it!" I cry out, my voice loud in the quiet space. Balto's tongue continues to work, prolonging the ecstasy, until I collapse back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. I lay there, my heart pounding of passion, my bodie relaxed, basking in the afterglow of our shared passion.
Seeing Balto's excitement, I knew what he needed in return. With trembling hands, I got onto my knees, my back pressed against the edge of the bed. He seemed to read my intentions as if we shared the same mind, his front paws landing softly on the mattress, his red, engorged penis peeking out of its sheath. I leaned forward, my eyes never leaving his red jewel, and took him into my mouth, feeling his warmth and the throb of his pulse against my tongue. He let out a low whine of pleasure, his hips moving slightly as he pushed further into me.
The taste of him was familiar, musky and salty, and I felt a twinge of both love and arousal as I began to suck him off. His breathing grew ragged, and his fur stood on end as I worked him with a passion fueled by our imminent parting. The sensation of his velvety skin gliding over my tongue and the way his body tensed with each stroke sent a shiver down my spine. His movements grew more erratic, and I knew he was close. I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing with the effort, eager to give him the same release I had just experienced. With a final, desperate thrust, Balto came, his hot seed spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it eagerly, feeling a strange sense of connection as his essence filled me. We remained like that for a moment. Then, with a sigh, he pulled away, his penis shrinking as the last tremors of pleasure left his body.
The reality of our situation washed over me once more, a bittersweet reminder of what tomorrow would bring. But for now, in this stolen moment of intimacy, we were one, united in our love and lust, bound by a secret that would remain with us forever.
With Balto's need still evident, I positioned myself on all fours in front of him, playfully slapping my ass, inviting him to take me. In a heartbeat, his stiff cock was pressing against my wet pussy, and without any hesitation, he mounted me. The sensation of his knot swelling and sliding inside was almost too much to handle. The pain mixed with pleasure as he filled me completely, the tightness of his knot a reminder of the animalistic connection we shared. Our bodies moved in sync, a dance of desire and need that had become second nature to us over the past two months. He thrust into me with a ferocity that was both thrilling and terrifying, his hips quickly pistoning as he claimed me one last time. My own orgasm built quickly, the friction of his knot inside me sending waves of pleasure through my body. We moved together, our breaths mingling in the quiet room, a testament to the bond we had forged. He continued to fuck me, his knot swelling with each powerful thrust. And then it happened, the moment of ultimate release. Balto's knot pushed deep, locking us together as he came, his seed spilling into me with a force that made me cry out. We stayed connected, bound by his knot, as our breaths slowed and our hearts calmed. The minutes stretched into a beautiful agony as we waited for his knot to deflate, our bodies still entwined, our hearts still beating as one.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his knot softened, allowing him to pull out of me. Our bodies separated with a wet, sticky sound that echoed through the room. I collapsed onto the bed, my body trembling with the aftershocks of our love making. We had shared something so profound, so utterly wrong, yet so incredibly right, that it left me feeling both empty and whole at the same time.
As we lay there, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum, I couldn't help but feel a tear slide down my cheek. Our time together was coming to an end, and the reality of leaving him was a heavy weight on my chest. I stroked his fur, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine, and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, promising to return soon.
Our final moments together were a blur of kisses and gentle touches, each one a silent promise that our connection would not fade with the distance. I cleaned it up and then headed off to take a shower, the scent of our mingled arousal lingering in the air like a ghostly reminder of the night.
As the moon began to set, casting the room into the soft light of dawn, I knew it was time to say goodbye. With one last embrace, I kissed Balto's snout and climbed out of bed, dressing quickly. The sun would be up soon, and with it, the start of a new week. As I packed my bags, I felt the ache between my legs, a constant reminder of the love we had shared. I knew this secret would stay with me forever, a naughty memory to cherish in the cold nights away from home.
The house was still as I slipped out the door, the early morning air crisp against my skin. Looking back, I saw Balto sitting in the window, watching me go. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and in his gaze, I saw the depth of his love, his understanding, and his acceptance of our strange, beautiful bond.
Thank You @Sophy_ So Much for giving me this insight into Your World.
