I could never take my eyes off of our big dogs’ balls and red rockets that would poke out when they sat up straight. I would try to touch and my mom would freak out and say they’ll bite me. I realised that in order to explore this had to be kept secret. So I kept touching when nobody was around till one day I unzipped my shorts to see if they were interested. They were very. And that is how I entered the delightful rabbit hole.
I would like to share my journey to zoo exclusivity with anyone who might need comfort or to just feel less alone if there are those out there like I am. It will be a long post, as I am late middle-aged and have quite a bit of history. Just for clarity, I am a guy. The very first sexual...
Encountering beastporn in the early days of the internet played a huge part. I suspect there was always an affinity for it that I wasn't aware of, because I knew the moment I saw that first video, that was something I wanted
grew out seeing horses when visiting relatives. Accessed the internet without much supervision from an early age, back when the brony fandom was just reaching its peak. The first female genitalia I ever saw were on an artwork of Derpy Hooves I stumbled upon on google at my dad's office's computer I was allowed to use when I spent time with him there. During my adolescence we lived in the countryside for two years and there was this giant estate with horses roaming around happily. I would go out to watch them be and one day I thought "what would it feel like to have sex with a horse?" I got really angry at myself and tried to suppress it, then I slowly began accepting myself seeing it came all natural and I shouldn't screw myself like that. I watched Blackstratu5's Mare Day and read the interview of the canadian zoo and his horse wife. Since then life's been way more exciting.