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 My name is Linda.  I'm a petite 35 year old blonde.  I stand 5'3" and weigh
107 lb.  (this morning).  My measurements are 34C (helped by silicon), 22,
34.  If you looked in the Junior Miss section of the 1983 catalogs of a
very well know department store, you saw me modeling panties, bras and two
nice satin night gowns.  I always thought I looked like the girl next door
with a wicked gleam in her eye.  So did the modeling agency.  I guess
that's what landed me that job.  My hair was then, and is now, baby fine
and so blonde it is almost white.  It is and was shoulder length.  My eyes
are a vivid light green and that wicked gleam comes from my nasty secret. I
love having sex with dogs!

   There, now I've said it.  I only let two other people know before this.
One was a man I met in collage...and man did we have fun!  The other was my
last husband.  He divorced me immediately.  Now everyone who reads this
knows.  It is true!  I've wanted to tell the world.  I even tried to show
the world, but it's hard to video and participate at the same time.  And I
can not risk my career by letting anyone else be able to prove who I am and
what I do...what I LOVE to do.

   I don't think it's dirty.  I don't think it's nasty.  For me it is all
very natural.  You see, nearly all my sexual "firsts" were with dogs. 
Really!

   It all started one Sunday morning the week before my eleventh birthday.
My family went to church, but they let me stay home because I was having
tummy pains.  They thought I would be OK on my own since Thor, our two year
old golden lab was there to protect and take care of me.  Boy did he ever
take care of me!

   I was lying on the livingroom floor with a pillow under my tummy,
watching cartoons.  I was only wearing a tiny cotton jumper and cotton
panties (it was a hot day).  Suddenly I felt Thor's cold nose between the
backs of my thighs.  It tickled, so I pushed him away.  A couple minutes
later he was back.  This time the first thing I felt was his soft nose
bumping directly into my cunny.  It gave my a thrilling, tingling jolt like
I never new.  I jumped and rolled over.  Now sitting on the floor facing
him, I tried to push him away as he continued to try forcing his nose into
my crotch.  The whole time I pushed him back, my little cunny still
tingled. He was stronger than me and he bolled me over.  He stood over me
liking my face and neck as, weak with giggling, I tried to push him back.
When he finally did step back his nose went to my crotch again.  This time
his long, hot tongue shot out and made a big wet swipe right up my cunny.

   I squealed with shock and absolute delight.  That tongue had given me a
pleasure my virgin mind could not comprehend.  I put both hands on his head
to push him back and he licked again.  The jolt he gave me this time was
even stronger than the one before.

   "No, Thor!  No!", I squealed, trying to push him away.  But he just kept
licking.  Each time his hot tongue soaked the crotch of my little flowered
panties, I lost even more strength.  Each time he licked, electric jolts
surged all over my body.  I completely lost control.  My spindly legs
quivered so hard and fast that my whole body vibrated.  My tiny tummy
spasmed so hard it lifted me off the ground again and again.

   Every single pour in my body, especially those deep in my tummy and
cunny and tiny titties, tingled with heavenly, happy, funny zings. 
Everywhere, all at once!  Then it felt like my very soul blasted out of my
belly!  I had cum.  At almost eleven years old., on a Sunday morning, on
the livingroom floor, because of my dogs wonderful, soft, big wet tongue, I
found heaven.  And that was only the beginning.

   So, you see, I'm not a pervert.  Most people gravitate to the things
that made sex wonderful for them.  Many, many people stay close to the
things that introduced them to the joys of sex.  I'm no different.  I just
have to be able to keep it secret.  To live with the guilt and shame
society (run by corrupt politicians and prudish old hens) tries to force on
me.  And now, I can tell you.

   That Sunday morning left me feeling guilty.  But the guilt was not as
strong as the need to get that wonderful feeling again.  And the next time
would be no accident.  Not three days had passed since that incident,
before I was plotting when and how I could get Thor alone.  And, naturally
I succeeded.

   Don't worry.  I'll tell you about that.  I have to.  Confession frees
the soul....and sex with dogs frees the body, the mind and the heart!
   -Love, Linda-