No, this post is not about the infant stage of Love, Lust or Like. It’s about a Puppy. A puppy, who's favorite pastime is NOT just chasing birds, her tail, or eating Spicy Shrimp off my plate when I'm not looking. It’s about a puppy who loves to watch her owner having sex. I've never had a dog so I can't tell you if this is normal or not however; I can say it is weird and amusing all at the same time. For all of you freaks out there who are newly into voyeurism but can't find the perfect person to witness you and your beaux slapping skins - get a dog. (Preferably a small one).
The first time I met Cocoa I instantly fell in love with her and she knew it. It had been a seemingly long day at work so I must have fallen asleep on S.O.s couch. After a couple of hours of deep R.E.M slumber, I awaken to a furry, heavy breathing; wet nose puppy snuggled in my boobies. Weird... Like I said I've never had a dog before and this is the first time we've met; therefore I found it a little strange Cocoa felt that comfortable. *Shrugs*
Upon our second encounter, I happened to be lying across the bed on my tummy, most likely texting, tweeting or sending out emails. I call her over for some puppy play, giving her hugs and roughing her up a bit however when puppy playtime was over Cocoa decided she would catch her second wind on my butt. *bbm HUH? face* Is it a coincidence Cocoa always rests on my most prized assets? What goes on in her head as she snuggles on my T & A?
This one night S.O. and I retire to the apartment after a night of great food & booze. Things are getting hot & heavy. I mean clothes are flying everywhere, music is blasting so the neighbors don't know my name, toes are curling...Well you get the point. In the midst of all this activity I get the feeling somebody is watching me.
That some-doggie is COCOA. Front row seat... Just staring with those puppy dog eyes. S.O. yells at her to get down. She obliges. We continue... Cocoa returns... Again S.O. yells at her to go away and again Cocoa obliges.
After what seems like a couple of hours, I notice Cocoa is quiet - too quiet. S.O. calls out her name but she doesn’t reveal her hiding space. We begin searching under clothes, tables, chairs. No Cocoa. Where could she be? I check under the bed to find Cocoa big brown eyes staring back at me. What is that she is hoarding next to her? S.O. turns on the light and as I look closer, Cocoa has her head nestled in what seems to be my PANTIES!!!!!!!
And this right here Ladies & Gentleman is a PANTY -DROPPA!!!!
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