I have to admit, the idea of sex with animals has always been intriguing to me. Just to look at me, you’d probably never guess the wild ideas that run through my head. I’m a 33 year old married mother of 3 with a college degree and a career in the medical field. I love the idea of piercings and tattoos, and pain really turns me on. I’ve had several genital piercings at times, my last round I had a clitoral hood piercing and a labial piercing on each side, plus both nipples (which I took out one night when I was really really drunk and mad and then passed out; unfortunately, they had closed up enough by the time I woke up that they were too difficult to get back in). I plan on redoing them very soon, maybe even adding a few more. But back to the subject at hand-my thoughts about fucking animals.
I was raised on a farm; cattle and horses breeding was commonplace, although my dad was very old fashioned and never let me or my sister watch if he could help it at all. But sometimes he forgot to look for us and I was able to get a sneak peek. By the time I was about a senior in high school, I took every chance I could to get a good seat (a hidden one of course, where I could finger myself while I watched). I would watch the stud’s long cock slip out of its sheath, sometimes almost dragging the ground it seemed.