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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 😃
 
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