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Is having sex with a male dog better than man?

I have recently had my first experiences, so I think this is just mine simplest thoughts and feelings.

With man, you are connected to by feeling and emotions. Sex and delight is based on touching caressing and tenderness.

When you act with pet, it's like a survival.
The beast fulfills its primal needs with compulsive and extremely vigorous actions. The bitch gets only reward from waves of pleasure for surviving another seconds and minutes, at the limits of her physical capabilities. She is giving herself to him until he finish, to get delight reward, at the end.

So, for me, no comparable, at all.
If I had to choose, I prefer a man, but if there's no man .......
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As an average, my answer is a very disappointed 'yes', even considering that humans were only slightly more capable than dogs of actually getting it in. Humans were more prone to issues involving length and rigidity, while some dogs were prone to clumsiness and inaccuracy. When dogs were able to perform successfully, however, the factors of brevity and girth made sex less physically pleasurable overall, while increased depth of penetration greatly enhanced the psychological aspect of it in comparison. Humans were much more likely to butt in a gross or unusual kink that they knew I would say no to without discussing or disclosing it first, and more than once caused a substantial injury doing something stupid and irresponsible.

All that to say, even though humans had more potential to be an ideal partner, dogs became my go-to when I was ultimately forced to confront the importance of comfort and security in the male-oriented side of my sex life. The simple bonding nature of sex and an elevated sense of submission compound with those feelings of comfort and security to create my currently preferred male-male experience that more than makes up for in emotional fulfillment what is lost in physical stimulation.
 
NataliaSuw said:
There are many differences that separate both closenesses. Although I have little experience with my lover, he makes me in a different world, I get to know myself anew. There are many emotions and feelings, but more of the wild, crazy and obscene ones, full of lust and desire as well as previously unexperienced fulfillment by me. Fulfillment of body pleasures that I did not know before in such a form, sensations and fulfillment that a man cannot give in an identical way. Finally, everything that happens to my mind, which makes me see the world and sex differently, I see myself differently. My husband loves and adores me, takes care of me, talks, flirts, entertains me, while my lover only wants my body, smell, what he desires most is to possess and take his Lady to flood my pussy. These are two different worlds, although sometimes very similar, there are times when I choose only a man, and there are also times when I want to feel hot semen tearing my womb to the point of pain and trembling.
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Yes, these are two different worlds, but they complement each other very well. I love that moment when my husband enters me right after my pet. When my dog's and my husband's sperm mix inside me.
 
I don't want tenderness.
The man stops, questions with his eyes, tries to read me – and I'm tired of being read. I don't need instructions, I don't need gentleness. I need strength. I need a moment where I'm not the one making the decisions.
And that's exactly what she gives me – they, in essence, because there are two of them.
When I feel them approaching me, there's not a single unnecessary emotion. There's body, weight, scent, fur... There's penetration without negotiation.
His penis is different – irregular, thick, hard as a rock. When he enters me, he doesn't adjust. I'm the one stretching. I'm the one accepting.
The movements are quick, mechanical, relentless. He doesn't wait for me – and that's exactly what I want. I don't romanticize the pain, but I know they're leading to something sharper, more real than gentle caresses.
They lock inside me, and I know they won't come out until they're finished. That's what excites me most – this dependence. I hold on, clenching my muscles, feeling my entire body tense to the limit. I can't escape. And I don't want to.
I'm open, accepted, unbound.
Waves of pleasure come suddenly—no romance, no heart. It's a purely physical explosion. My body screams inside, and I'm one with him, because every second of this tension is bliss.
There's no fear. No shame. There's only hunger. And its satisfaction.
When they finish, I still can't breathe. I want him to stay inside me a moment longer. Not to be close. To remind me that I'm capable of anything. That I don't need anyone's permission for my desire. I'm not a victim. I'm not a lover. I'm their instinct... a place where they enter with their animalistic power—and stay until they decide it's enough... a bitch.
 
Doggerka said:
I don't want tenderness.
The man stops, questions with his eyes, tries to read me – and I'm tired of being read. I don't need instructions, I don't need gentleness. I need strength. I need a moment where I'm not the one making the decisions.
And that's exactly what she gives me – they, in essence, because there are two of them.
When I feel them approaching me, there's not a single unnecessary emotion. There's body, weight, scent, fur... There's penetration without negotiation.
His penis is different – irregular, thick, hard as a rock. When he enters me, he doesn't adjust. I'm the one stretching. I'm the one accepting.
The movements are quick, mechanical, relentless. He doesn't wait for me – and that's exactly what I want. I don't romanticize the pain, but I know they're leading to something sharper, more real than gentle caresses.
They lock inside me, and I know they won't come out until they're finished. That's what excites me most – this dependence. I hold on, clenching my muscles, feeling my entire body tense to the limit. I can't escape. And I don't want to.
I'm open, accepted, unbound.
Waves of pleasure come suddenly—no romance, no heart. It's a purely physical explosion. My body screams inside, and I'm one with him, because every second of this tension is bliss.
There's no fear. No shame. There's only hunger. And its satisfaction.
When they finish, I still can't breathe. I want him to stay inside me a moment longer. Not to be close. To remind me that I'm capable of anything. That I don't need anyone's permission for my desire. I'm not a victim. I'm not a lover. I'm their instinct... a place where they enter with their animalistic power—and stay until they decide it's enough... a bitch.
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Beautifully put Doggerka 😃
 
I don’t find them comparable personally. I’ve slept with 1 dog and 7 people, 3 of them men, and out of those 3 men only one would beat out my dog. I would say my human ex boyfriend is probably the best I’ve ever had, at least early in the relationship. My dog is a close second, but it’s just a totally different experience. Both were romantic and intimate, but sex with my ex was more two sided whereas with my dog it’s very primal, simple, and pure - he’s just taking what he wants and needs from me, with no consideration of my wants or desires, a level of control and degradation that my ex was never able to give me.
 
Doggerka said:
I don't want tenderness.
The man stops, questions with his eyes, tries to read me – and I'm tired of being read. I don't need instructions, I don't need gentleness. I need strength. I need a moment where I'm not the one making the decisions.
And that's exactly what she gives me – they, in essence, because there are two of them.
When I feel them approaching me, there's not a single unnecessary emotion. There's body, weight, scent, fur... There's penetration without negotiation.
His penis is different – irregular, thick, hard as a rock. When he enters me, he doesn't adjust. I'm the one stretching. I'm the one accepting.
The movements are quick, mechanical, relentless. He doesn't wait for me – and that's exactly what I want. I don't romanticize the pain, but I know they're leading to something sharper, more real than gentle caresses.
They lock inside me, and I know they won't come out until they're finished. That's what excites me most – this dependence. I hold on, clenching my muscles, feeling my entire body tense to the limit. I can't escape. And I don't want to.
I'm open, accepted, unbound.
Waves of pleasure come suddenly—no romance, no heart. It's a purely physical explosion. My body screams inside, and I'm one with him, because every second of this tension is bliss.
There's no fear. No shame. There's only hunger. And its satisfaction.
When they finish, I still can't breathe. I want him to stay inside me a moment longer. Not to be close. To remind me that I'm capable of anything. That I don't need anyone's permission for my desire. I'm not a victim. I'm not a lover. I'm their instinct... a place where they enter with their animalistic power—and stay until they decide it's enough... a bitch.
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Well written. You are amazing!
 
In short, yes. But like many have stated, they are two very different types of sex and overall feelings. With a man its like slowly climbing the hill until you both orgasm. He can adjust his pace, touch you anywhere, communicate and fuck longer. Letting a male dog dominate you is totally different. Very enjoyable like human sex but the fucking part is way shorter but more intense. Dogs also focus on penetration and mating with you vs. having sex to orgasm. Their mission is to get that knot into you as fast and as hard as possible. Which is why most people prefer it. Mainly as a male tho, its preferred to have sex with a male dog. We have prostates glands and that allows the tugging and knot to really give you the most extreme orgasm you've ever had. (From anal) Dog penis also reaches farther than normal penis. Dogs tend to pump more cum and you can physically feel each spurt, so hot. But both have pros and cons, just matters what mood you're in.
 
So, I am answering for my wife here. But based on what she has told me, and I have witnessed. It's different and can't really be compared. She generally is with our boy more often than me as I work and she is a stay-at-home wife. So just more opportunities. But she does enjoy him immensely. There are also times when I am home and she has him jump on her for a go. Sometimes you want one or the other. That said her and I also have a good healthy sex life between the two of us. We just see them as two different but similar activates. So no, according to her she doesn't prefer one or the other.
 
Doggerka said:
I don't want tenderness.
The man stops, questions with his eyes, tries to read me – and I'm tired of being read. I don't need instructions, I don't need gentleness. I need strength. I need a moment where I'm not the one making the decisions.
And that's exactly what she gives me – they, in essence, because there are two of them.
When I feel them approaching me, there's not a single unnecessary emotion. There's body, weight, scent, fur... There's penetration without negotiation.
His penis is different – irregular, thick, hard as a rock. When he enters me, he doesn't adjust. I'm the one stretching. I'm the one accepting.
The movements are quick, mechanical, relentless. He doesn't wait for me – and that's exactly what I want. I don't romanticize the pain, but I know they're leading to something sharper, more real than gentle caresses.
They lock inside me, and I know they won't come out until they're finished. That's what excites me most – this dependence. I hold on, clenching my muscles, feeling my entire body tense to the limit. I can't escape. And I don't want to.
I'm open, accepted, unbound.
Waves of pleasure come suddenly—no romance, no heart. It's a purely physical explosion. My body screams inside, and I'm one with him, because every second of this tension is bliss.
There's no fear. No shame. There's only hunger. And its satisfaction.
When they finish, I still can't breathe. I want him to stay inside me a moment longer. Not to be close. To remind me that I'm capable of anything. That I don't need anyone's permission for my desire. I'm not a victim. I'm not a lover. I'm their instinct... a place where they enter with their animalistic power—and stay until they decide it's enough... a bitch.
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Exactly the same for me. But if I answer the OPs question honestly, I prefer getting fucked by a dog and have for a few years. I've had some really good BFs/partners, and some mediocre ones. A dog and a guy are totally different mechanically (and of course emotionally) but I find myself much less hung up on societal expectations and negotiations of consent and what we're doing, and just the pure pleasure when it's me and my dog. LIke @allyfitz said earlier ... you know what's coming and if it happens it will hurt, but the intense pleasure you get when those waves of bliss and acceptance hits you when a dog knots is simply mind blowing. Like no comparison, totally pure animal need. No fear or shame as @Doggerka said, just satisfaction. Total utter white hot satisfaction.
 
Dogs taught me to orgasm. So I need dog tongue and knot to cum right. ...having a person that fuck or eat me after a dog knots is very important for my sexuality. I only enjoy people that will enjoy me full of dog cum.
 
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