Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2011 14:49:33 +0000 (GMT)
From: n1610@btinternet.com
Subject: Heinz - Part 1 (M + dog)

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It has details of sexual acts between a man and a dog. If that offends you,
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I awoke from a deep sleep, with my dog, Heinz, lying on top of me and
licking my face.  When I returned from work he would greet me and jump up
at me and lick me but he'd never jumped on the bed before.  I pushed him
away and told him to: "Get down!"  He whined, but did as he was told; he
was well-trained.  My dreams usually faded within a few seconds of being
awake, but not today.  As I lay there, the images of my dream kept coming
back to me and it disturbed me, as in my dream Heinz and I were making
love!

I had a usual morning hard-on and was also desperate for a piss so went to
the bathroom.  I stood and waited for my hard-on to subside.  It softened
and I was ready to relieve myself when my dream returned to my thoughts and
I instantly got hard again.  This was ridiculous; I had never had such a
dream before and the thought of making love to my dog had never entered my
thoughts during waking hours.  How could it, especially as I really didn't
want to have a dog.

Let me explain that.  Jay had been my lover and partner for nearly 3 years
and we lived together in the house that I had grown up in.  My parents had
died in a car crash just after I had reached my 21st birthday and with no
siblings everything came to me.  It took a couple of years to get over the
loss of my parents before I started to venture back out to the bars and
clubs I had frequented previously.  The night Jay and I met was quite
romantic as our eyes met across the crowded room, then we danced and drank
and were oblivious to everyone around us.  Eventually Jay moved in with me
and he pestered me about getting a dog, as he had always had dogs at his
home.  I wasn't keen as we had always had cats and therefore I was more
comfortable with felines than canines.

Jay kept on and on about wanting a dog; eventually I agreed, if only to
stop him going on about it every day, coupled with the fact that I couldn't
really refuse Jay anything.  We went to a dog's home to select a puppy but
ended up with a something a bit bigger than that.  As we walked along the
row of compounds we saw dogs of all shapes and sizes but none appeared to
be interested in us and we didn't find any that really grabbed us.

Approaching the final compound the warden warned us about its occupant, a
mongrel that had a varied pedigree with traces of German Shepherd and
Rottweiler and probably a number of different breeds somewhere down the
line, and that he could be quite aggressive.  As we looked through the bars
we could see this wonderful dog lying in the corner, very alert, and with a
piercing stare.  Immediately he saw us he bounded to the iron grille,
putting his front paws on a cross rail and his muzzle partly through the
bars.  Although I knew it couldn't get out it did startle me, but not Jay,
who patted it on the nose and then the dog started to lick his hand.  The
warden was both worried and amazed as he had never tried to get that close
to him and was afraid of the consequences.  Jay was saying all the right
doggy things in a soothing way and the dog appeared to be the total
opposite of what the warden had said.  Jay grabbed my hand and told me not
to be afraid of him and pushed my hand towards his mouth.  He lapped at my
fingers, a bit like a cat would but 10 times wetter.

He seemed so calm that warden went in, put him on a leash and led him out
to the yard so we could get a good look at him.  Jay, being so used to
dogs, patted him, stroked him and even got down to his level and put his
arm around him.  The dog started licking his face and I thought that I
would never get used to that.  We decided to take the dog, much to Jay's
pleasure and my reticence, and purchased all the necessary equipment and
took him home.  On the way home we discussed various names, but each name
we thought of just didn't seem right.  We came to a halt at some road
traffic signals and looking around I think we both spotted the advertising
hoarding with a poster, for a well-known brand of baked beans, at the same
time and shouted: Heinz!  The dog let out a low woof as though it was in
agreement and we both burst out laughing.  So that is how we got Heinz.

As the weeks passed I got used to having Heinz around and at least all the
dog-walking was keeping me fit!  However, just 4 weeks after getting Heinz,
Jay was knocked down by a car, hit and run, and died in hospital 2 days
later.  My parents, and now Jay, killed by careless drivers!  I was
devastated.

Returning home from the hospital the night Jay died I was greeted by Heinz.
I bent down and picked him up in my arms and it was at the moment I burst
into uncontrollable tears.  I put him down and dashed into the house.  I
was on my own; what was I going to do?  Heinz followed me into the house
and just sat looking at me.  Looking at him I wondered what I was going to
do with him.  After all he was really Jay's dog and I didn't think that I
could keep him; he would remind me too much of the love of my life.  Some
hours later I was aroused by Heinz whining.  I think the past few days had
been so exhausting for me that I had fallen asleep on the sofa.  Becoming
fully awake I knew I had to pull myself together and for the time being
needed to look after myself and have to take care of everything, the house,
Jay's funeral and of course Heinz.

After the funeral and finally sorting out all of Jay's affairs I settled
into a mundane way of life - work and looking after the house and garden.
Although alone, I wasn't actually lonely as each night when I got home from
work I would be greeted by Heinz.  If he had replaced Jay in my affections
or love I wasn't aware of it.

That was all in the past; right now I was stood trying to have a pee with a
raging hard-on as I kept thinking about my dream.  There was no way that I
could make love to Heinz - he is a dog, I am a man - it's illegal, and
downright disgusting, but why was the thought of it arousing me and making
me hard?  Eventually a cold shower eased my hard-on, allowed me to pee and
then get dressed, let Heinz out into the garden, put food and water out for
him and got breakfast for myself.  As I sat drinking my coffee the dream
crept back into my thoughts and I got hard again.  This is getting far too
ridiculous for words, but what I am going to do about it?  I'll just have
to keep myself busy so that I don't have time to think.

Being a weekend I needed to get some exercise so decided on a bike ride and
Heinz could run along side me on a leash.  With no route worked out I just
cycled and eventually found myself on the heath a couple of miles or so
from home, a place where many people took their dogs for exercise.  I was
not the only one there today with a dog, but I was the only one with a dog
on a lead.  Heinz wanted to run around and play and kept tugging at the
lead.  Bending down to unleash him I noticed 2 dogs sniffing each other and
then it happened - the dog mounted the bitch and started mating her.  I was
transfixed by this act.  I had seen it happen a few times before with
various dogs up on the heath and just accepted it as a natural act, but
today I couldn't stop staring at them.  What was it with me today?  Why was
my mind constantly on dog sex?

The two dogs were well and truly tied and had just turned around, butt to
butt, when what was obviously the owner of the bitch came running up and
started shouting and yelling.  Of course the dogs took no notice, and would
remain tied until the knot decreased in size and would flop out.  But he
noticed me and then laid into me with verbal abuse assuming that it was my
dog mating with his bitch.  It was difficult for me to get a word in but
eventually he realised that the dog did not belong to me as Heinz was still
on his lead.  I quickly left and cycled home, Heinz running along side.  On
the way I pondered whether Heinz had actually managed to mate another dog
without me noticing.  Surely if he'd been knotted I would have known, but
then perhaps he hadn't got that far, as it would all have been new to him.
A dog has to learn how to do it, even with the natural instinct to breed.

Returning home I hit on the idea that if I searched the internet for
bestiality sites that showed movies of animal sex I would find it so
disgusting that it would stop me getting a hard-on.  The first site I found
showed women being fucked by various animals.  That didn't really help me
as women didn't interest me and seeing a cock, albeit belonging to an
animal, fuck a pussy didn't seem totally disgusting, just weird.  The next
site had men fucking dogs and sheep and goats and various other animals.
It turned out that all these animals were female, so again it wasn't what I
was looking for, although I did like the look of some of the guys and their
big cocks and did wonder if they fucked guys.

The third site had guys being fucked by dogs and other animals.  The first
movie was of a guy, not particularly good looking, and the dogs' cock kept
coming out of his arse and that wasn't a pretty sight and it did turn me
off.  Ah, this was going to do the trick, I thought, so I watched another
movie.  A cute young guy with an adorable bubble butt was on all fours and
I could see his semi-hard dick hanging down between his legs.  I forgot for
a moment what site I was watching and started fantasising about him.  It
was the first time since Jay's death that I had even thought about sex with
another guy.  I was adjusting my hardening cock in my pants when I was
reminded what the site was about when a black Labrador appeared on screen
and started licking the arse of the young guy.

Jay and I had always enjoyed rimming and being rimmed and on the screen I
could see the long tongue of the Labrador and just wished someone would rim
me.  The next thing on the screen, the dog got on the guy's back and
starting jabbing away at his arse without much success.  After a few
attempts it became obvious that the dog had found the hole and had entered
him.  I let out a moan as I realised that I was being turned on by what I
saw and that my cock was straining to be released from the confines of my
pants.  This was not what was supposed to happen!  I knew I could stop the
movie, but my eyes were glued to the screen, and in a hypnotic-like trance
started to jack off.  When the dog turned round and I could see they were
knotted, butt to butt, I erupted, shooting cum across the room.  Oh fuck, I
thought, so much for trying to get turned OFF by watching bestiality
movies!

Eventually the dog's cock flopped out of the guy's arse and the dog started
rimming again, cleaning up any juices that were flowing out.  The dog's
cock was out of its sheath and I could see the knot.  This time the cock
was nice and I began to wonder what it would actually feel like to be
fucked by a dog.  I hadn't really looked at Heinz's cock since we got him
and I did wonder whether it would turn me on or off.

Then Heinz came into the room, sniffing; dogs have a great sense of smell
and I wondered what he could smell.  He found my cum on the floor that I
had shot a few minutes before, and had temporarily forgotten about, and he
stated to lick it up with obvious relish.  Did Heinz like the taste of cum
as much as I do?  He wandered over to me, sniffing all the time, and put
his nose right in my crotch and started to lick my cock.  It felt so good
but I had to push him away after a few seconds as my helmet was far too
sensitive to allow him to continue.  He then started to lick my balls and
the feeling I felt as he pushed his tongue backwards towards my arse was
electric.  My cock sprang back into life.  Was I really being turned on by
what I had seen on the internet and what Heinz was doing or was it just
sexual relief after being so long without a lover?

I watched a few more movies and none had the same impact as before so I
began to relax and think that perhaps I wasn't really into dog sex when one
of the movies showed a guy and dog French kissing.  I could see their
tongues going in and out of each other's mouths and before I knew it my
dick was hard again.  The dog moved away from the guy's mouth and moved
down to his cock.  I was leaking pre-cum and Heinz must have noticed or
smelled it as he started licking my cock again.  I tried pushing him away,
but to no avail.  I switched off the computer and went upstairs to get away
from him.  I could tell that Heinz was following upstairs, so I quickly
went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.  I was going crazy.
How on earth could Heinz open the door even if it wasn't locked!  I sat
down and took deep breaths to calm down.  I needed to think straight and
work out what to do.

Eventually I came to the conclusion that Heinz and I would just have to
have sex, get it out of the way, and then I would get it out of my system.
Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but at the time it seemed the only thing I
could do.  It wouldn't be today as I was too spent and my cock too tender,
and I needed to prepare myself.

First I wondered how big Heinz's cock was; I don't think I had ever seen it
out of it's sheath, but then again, I probably had, but not being
interested, had not noticed.  I would have to try and rouse him to see the
size, and wondered if you did that the same way as you did with a guy, by
rubbing and sucking, or did he need to smell the heat of a bitch to become
aroused.  The latter would not happen so I just had to prepare myself for
rubbing him until it came out.  Would that be enough or would I have to
suck him as well?  I'll cross that bridge when, and if, I need to.

I had noticed on the movies that most of the guys being fucked by dogs wore
clothing on their upper body; I reckoned this must be stop the dog sliding
off the smooth body - later I realised it was to stop being scratched.
Also I had noticed that in some cases just being in the doggy position
meant that the guy's arse was too high and that the dog couldn't really
mount with its rear legs on the floor.  I made a note to measure Heinz's
legs and how high my arse needed to be.  If I was really going to go
through with this at least I would make sure that both of us would be
comfortable. This was probably mistake number 2!

Thinking through the practicalities of dog sex had made forget about my own
cock and consequently it had softened completely, and I also realised that
Heinz was no longer outside the bathroom door.  I went down stairs much
more relaxed knowing that I had a plan.  I let Heinz out into the garden
and got his ball so that I could throw to him, which he would return, and I
could keep doing this to give him the exercise he needed.  Each time he
brought the ballback and dropped it at my feet he stood there panting, and
I thought about the disgusting taste in his mouth from the ball, which had
gone goodness knows where in the garden.  Ah, there was no way I was going
to French kiss that, I thought to myself, and was pleased that I wasn't
fantasising about doing it and getting aroused.

That evening I watched a movie.  With Jay we used to sit cuddled up in each
other's arms on the sofa and watch the TV, but since his death I had sat in
an armchair.  During one commercial break I got another beer from the
fridge and without thinking flopped down on the sofa.  It didn't register
immediately that I had done this, but Heinz had noticed.  He'd been lying
on the floor by my feet as I sat in the armchair, but now I hadn't returned
to that chair.  Engrossed in the film I wasn't really paying attention when
Heinz came over, got on the sofa and settled down next to me.  By the time
I realised what he'd done, I decided he wasn't doing any harm so just
patted his head and went back to watching the movie.

At some stage, Heinz moved a little closed and put his head in my lap; I
stroked his head and down his back.  It was very comforting for me as this
was exactly what Jay and I had often done.  Had Heinz noticed this and
decided to replace Jay?  Animals don't have that sort of intelligence, do
they?

Sat on the sofa, watching TV and gently stroking Heinz, I was at complete
ease and the evening passed quickly, something that hadn't happened since
Jay's death.  I decided that if I still felt comfortable about trying sex
with Heinz when I awoke in the morning, then I would.  I went to bed,
shutting Heinz in the kitchen so he could not get to me in the morning
before I was ready.  I had a good night's sleep and woke with a raging
hard-on having dreamed again about sex with Heinz, but I felt prepared to
face the consequences of what was going to occur, providing I was in
charge.

I got everything prepared in the bedroom.  As I had not got round to
measuring his hind legs I tried various positions of kneeling and decided
that the best position would be me kneeling on the floor with my arms on
the bed; that way I could actually raise and lower my arse without too much
difficulty, thus making it easier for both of us.  I found an old
sweatshirt and put that on - that was all I was wearing - as I went
downstairs to get Heinz, so my cock was hanging free.  By the time I
reached the bottom of the stairs it was sticking out in front of me.  I was
being turned on by the thought of what was going to happen and I wondered
if Heinz would notice.

Heinz was by the back door when I entered the kitchen, so he was obviously
wanting to do his morning ablutions, but on seeing me, or possibly smelling
me, he quickly came to me, sniffed at my cock and balls and then started to
lick them.  I moved to the back door and as I undid the locks Heinz started
to sniff my arse and then I felt his tongue over by butt cheeks and down my
crack.  My cock was getting really hard but I wasn't ready for action just
yet.  I let Heinz out and closed the door behind him.  I needed to be alone
to menatally prepare myself.  If I was going to end up doing what would
have been unthinkable 24 hours ago, I had to be in total control of the
situation.

I did a final check of the bedroom and bathroom, went down to the back
door, took a deep breath and opened it to let Heinz in.  He bounded across
the garden and into the kitchen.  When I turned to close the door I felt
his nose at my arse; even though I hadn't showered, he obviously liked the
smell, and I liked the feeling, as my cock started to harden once again.
Heinz went across to where he would expect to find food and water, but I
had deliberately not put out food on this occasion, only water.  I left him
to drink while I went upstairs and lay on the bed, in just the sweatshirt,
and waited, desparately trying to keep my cock from getting too hard.  I
was so tense it felt like ages, but was probably no more than a minute,
when I heard Heinz bounding up the stairs, coming to find me so that he
could get fed.  At that moment I had no idea whether I was actually going
to carry out my plan.

He came into the bedroom and stood by the bed looking at me.  I was on my
back looking at the ceiling so that he couldn't make eye contact.  I
thought I heard him sniff the air, and then he put his front paws on the
bed; I was trying desperately not to get too hard, but he probably smelled
'sex' as he jumped on the bed and made a bee-line for my cock and
immediately set to work licking the head.  Each time his tongue hit my cock
it got harder and harder and then he started to lick up and down the entire
length of my shaft.  My body was tingling with excitement and anticipation
as he then moved to lick my balls.  If he kept on like this I was liable to
cum and I didn't want that to happen just yet.

I pushed my legs apart, nearly pushing Heinz off the bed, but he soon
cottoned on that he could stand between my legs and attack my balls and
totally erect dick with his tongue from a much better position.  I just lay
there letting out the occasional moan as the sensations just flooded over
me.  Heinz nudged his nose under my ball sack so I raised my legs up
straight so that he could lick my scrotum.  I let my legs drop towards my
head so that I could grab hold of my ankles knowing full well that this
would give him access to my buttocks, crack and hole, something I had done
many times with guys, and of course with Jay.  It was both strange and
electrifying to look through my legs and see a dog and not a man rimming
me, but no man had a tongue half as good as that of a dog.  I would happily
have stayed like that for hours but my legs were beginning to ache, to say
nothing about the state of my rock-hard penis, as it had been such a long
time since I had been in this position with Jay.

Lowering my legs, Heinz moved back to my rock-hard cock, but I had to stop
him else I would be covering both of us with cum.  He moved up my body
licking as he went.  He found my belly button interesting - I hadn't
showered so it would not be pristine cleanliness - and then he moved
further up finding my nipples, licking each in turn.  Each new place that
he found to lick made me tingle and my cock would jump back to attention.
I presumed he would work his way up to my face and I would have to make a
decision as to whether or not I would open my mouth to his tongue.  He
started licking my face and then he flopped down on my chest, taking me by
surprise, so much so that I let out a gasp.  As I did so Heinz was quick to
put his tongue into the gap in my lips, pushing until my mouth opened wider
and he could push send his tongue fully inside.

I was supposed to be in charge and only do things that I wanted to do, but
it seemed as though Heinz had decided he would do it his way.  After the
initial shock I realised it wasn't as bad as I had imagined.  I now started
to stroke his back and head.  As he lay there on top of me, his tongue
darting in and out of my mouth, I could feel my hard dick pressing into his
warm, soft, belly and did I detect something hard just about where his cock
would be pushing back into me?  This thought, and the constant licking of
my face and tonguing me, I decided I would have to find out what French
kissing with a dog would be like, so I pushed my tongue into his mouth and
started to flick my tongue around in his mouth.  At first it was strange,
but as we continued to tongue each other I started to get really, really,
painfully hard, as I found it was one of the hottest things I had ever
done.  I was kssing Heinz as though he was human!

My tongue and jaw were starting to ache, and I needed to release the
pressure of Heinz on my belly and cock.  As I pushed him away I could see
that his cockhead was just peeping out from its sheath; so it was what I
had felt, and he was getting roused, and I wouldn't need to do too much
more if I was going to continue with the experiment.  I hardly had to think
about that as I now knew that I was going to at least see if he would try
and mount me.

Getting off the bed I knelt down ready to get in the position I had worked
out would be best;.  Heinz jumped off the bed and came next to me and had a
good sniff and lick of my cock and then moved around to my arse.  I leaned
forward with my arms on the bed my arse sticking out which allowed Heinz
much better access for rimming me.  His tongue went up and down my crack
and his salivating was making it quite wet.  I put my hands on my buttocks
and spread them wide and Heinz honed in on my hole; it was wonderful.  A
dog's long tongue was no match for a human tongue.  Even if we went no
further I would let him do this to me any time, for as long as he wanted.
I was in heaven.

I looked round and saw that his cock was pushing out of its sheath.  Should
I jack him off or let him put it in my arse?  The decision was taken out of
my hands as Heinz put his front legs on my back and arching his back
started jabbing away at my backside.  OK, so he really wanted to fuck me
and I wasn't forcing him to do something he didn't want to do.  I was happy
to go along with that, but the jabbing at my rear was not finding my hole
so knew that I would have to 'point him in the right direction', so to
speak.  Not sure what his cock would feel like I reached back until I made
contact.  It was warm and moist and as I wrapped my fingers around it he
started humping away and I could feel it grow in size, but it was still
relatively thin, although quite long, and getting harder.  At the current
size I knew I would able to take him without difficulty, so with one hand
holding one of his legs, to stop him bucking too much, I guided his cock to
my hole with the other.  He obviously could feel where his cock was going
and when it was in the correct position he lunged forward plugging my arse.

I stifled a scream, not from the pain, but the sudden and swift entry he
had made.  I breathed deeply to compose myself and then took time to adjust
to the idea of a dog's cock in my arse.  It was warm, much warmer than a
man's cock.  It felt as though he was pumping warm gooey liquid in and it
gave a wonderful glow to my innards; it was nice, no, it was awesome in
fact.  My cock was throbbing hard as though it was being jacked off but I
wasn't touching it.  By now Heinz had wrapped his front legs round my
waist, holding me in a vice-like grip.  The warmth of his body on my back
and the warmth inside my bowels was something I could easily get used.  It
seemd so natural.  Wallowing in the glorious, sexy feeling I suddenly
remembered about the knot as my arse was being fucked really hard by Heinz.

Reaching back I tried to get hold of his cock but he was humping so hard it
was not easy from the position I was in.  I let out an almighty scream?  I
was too late - he had thrust himself into me with the knot, and above the
immediate pain, I could feel the knot growing inside me.  I was surprised
how quickly the pain subsided.  It must be something to do with the heat or
perhaps my pain senses were being drowned out by the wonderful feeling
inside me.  I could feel his knot growing inside me and wondered how big it
would get.  I had to wiggle my arse a few times to get comfortable and then
I started to really enjoy the warm fullness inside me.  This was nothing
like being fucked by a man and I was enjoying the sensation better than I
ever could have imagined.

Heinz was humping away twenty to the dozen, pushing me forward all the
time.  That was fortunate as getting closer to the bed I was able to rest
my chest and head on the bed to steady myself which freed up my hands to
grab hold of Heinz's hind legs.  He kept on humping and humping and his
tongue was licking the back of my neck and I could feel my bowels filling
with warm liquid and my cock was straining so hard it was painful, but what
could I do?  I was tied to Heinz; he had made me his bitch.  He stopped
humping and the glow within me increased ten-fold.  I was in ecstasy as he
pumped his seed into me and my cock erupted with one of the most fantastic
orgasms I had ever experienced, sending my cum way across the floor under
the bed.  (Later I found that it gone about 10 feet - under the bed and way
across the room!)

I was totally exhausted and wanted to lie down to recover, but I was tied
to Heinz.  He started to tug to dismount me, but there was no way his knot
was going to come out of my arse for some time.  Somehow I helped to
manoeuvre him so that we were butt to butt, which was certainly more
manageable and less painful for my arse.  I had been so caught up in the
sexual act that I had forgotten that I had placed a mirror in a position
that would have allowed me to see my dog mounting me.  Looking there now I
could see us butt to butt and I was aroused once more.  So soon after my
orgasm it was painful but I couldn't stop it getting erect.  Seeing us tied
together was so hot I couldn't help but get excited.

I now had time to think seriously about sex with a dog.  We were going to
be tied together for quite a while as there was no sign of his knot
decreasing in size just yet, so I had time to contemplate dog/man sex.  Had
I really enjoyed wonderful sex with Heinz and want to do it again or had it
just been an extremely kinky sex session as might have been had in some
back room or cellar at one of my gay haunts?  I went through the whole
scene again in my mind and at each stage - cock licking, rimming, French
kissing, cock entry, knot entry - my cock jumped to attention.  I was
certainly turned on by it but would I do it again?

Suddenly Heinz's cock plopped out of my arse and I could feel doggy cum
start to leak out and down my thighs.  No longer did I have dog cock in my
arse; it felt empty, and I wished it was back in there filling me up.  It
had been the most wonderful, exciting and exhilerating sex I had ever had
and had to admit that it was equally as good, a different way, as the sex I
used to have with Jay.

Heinz started to lick his cock and then came up and started to lick at my
arse and thighs, cleaning up all the juices.  I praised him and patted his
head.  I went to the bathroom to pee and also release the content of my
bowels.  I couldn?t believe that Heinz could have produced so much cum!
Having cleaned myself up I went back to the bedroom to see that Heinz was
still cleaning the end of his cock and that his knot had shrunk and gone
back into the sheath.

Looking at him, licking the end of his cock, made my cock harden, yet
again.  So I resigned myself, no rejoiced, in the fact that I did want to
be fucked by a dog and knew that I would allow Heinz to take me whenever he
wanted to.  I just hoped that it would be sooner rather than later.  I
wanted to feel his warm hard cock inside me, held in place by his knot,
pumping his hot cum deep in my owels, filling me up with his doggy cum,
trying to breed me, and sending me to seventh heaven as his bitch.

I was totally exhausted and flopped down on the bed.  Heinz jumped on the
bed and lay down next me.  I idly stroked his fur and snuggled into his
warm body and he licked my face.  It felt so wonderful and I was so
contented and exhausted that I dozed off.  Two lovers, together, and for me
at least, sheer heavenly bliss!