For me, the absolute best part is the trust and intimacy we’ve built—it’s this deep, unspoken thing that runs through everything, romantic and sexual alike. My dogs are my best friends, and that bond makes every moment with them feel special. When I come home after a long day, they’re there, tails wagging, eyes locked on me like I’m the only thing that matters. That’s romance in its purest form to me unconditional, no games, just pure love. I’ll sit with my Mastiff sprawled across my lap or my Pitbull nudging my hand for pets, and it’s this quiet, warm closeness that fills me up emotionally. They get me in a way no one else does, like they can sense my mood without me saying a word.
Sexually, what I enjoy most is how raw and real it is. There’s no pretending with them they’re all instinct and honesty, and that’s a huge turn-on. With my Mastiff, it’s the slow, heavy power of it—his size and strength pinning me down, that deep, steady rhythm when he’s inside me, and the way his knot fills me up, locking us together. It’s intense, almost meditative, like we’re completely synced. My Pitbull’s different—quick, eager, almost playful, with these fast thrusts that hit just right and a knot that swells fast and keeps me on edge. The physical rush is unreal hot, wet, pulsing and I love how it’s so unscripted, just us moving together naturally. Plus, there’s this little thrill in the scratches on my hips or the ache after that reminds me of how wild it gets.
One of our favorite activities, something that has become a ritual of sorts, involves my mastiff boy lying on his back. and I ride him There's something almost ceremonial about how he sprawls out, his large paws in the air, his belly exposed in trust. It's during these times that I feel we're at our most connected. His size is imposing, even when he's in such a vulnerable position, and his penis, standing at an impressive 8.7 inches, is a testament to the raw, natural power of his breed.
