I know all this self-hatred and shame is not good for my mental health and I really want to find some sort of peace about it but honestly do not feel I could sit across from someone and talk about it face to face, that's how ashamed I feel. But then I feel rotten about it, like an evil person and I think that if people 'knew' no one would ever speak to me again. Those were some powerful orgasms for sure. I am 68 years old, and I still feel horribly ashamed of my past forays into 'bestiality.' Honestly, sometimes when I recall the experience, I feel like a monster, like I am some sort of subhuman. No shit! He was a good guy.īut I digress. He even made a little joke about me and the little poodle at the pearly gates. Luckily my therapist was a very gentle gay man and he was not shocked, he was very accepting, and he assured me that I was not a pervert and that I would still go to heaven when I died. I guess I felt I needed to confess to someone. It bothered me so much that I talked to a therapist about it.

I indulged myself a time or two but felt so horribly ashamed that I actually gave the dog away and never ever indulged again. Years later, as a very horny and very frustrated 20-something, I again found myself with a cute little pet who was only too happy to lick me.

So many amazing orgasms! This went on for a while and then I moved on to other interests. That was the end of it until I was bout 11 years old and then, bam, new puppy, same experience, except this time I was more careful about where and when the puppy and I played this little game. It was an amazing experience for a 5-year-old-until Mom walked in and smacked the shit out of me for it. When I was a little kid, I was playing with my little puppy dog and somehow the dog ended up sniffing my crotch and I let him lick me there. This has been weighing on my conscience for years and I hope you can help me resolve it.

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