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How rude, Alicia thought to herself, gritting her teeth. Running off like that, and not even a kiss goodbye. Hmph! They had been cuddled up together, watching tv, when his pager went off, summoning him to place too far away for her own liking. Now, she just stayed cuddled up in her sheets, with nothing but mid afternoon television and a cold cup of coffee to accompany her. He couldn't even take a vacation day! The self pitying collie dug her nails into her pillow, frustrated beyond belief.

Today was supposed to be a day of celebration. Alicia's birthday had rolled around on the calendar once more, and instead of a dinner out, she opted for something more intimate; a simple night in with her beloved. It even had all started out astonishingly well, to her surprise. As she opened her eyes that morning, she saw her handsome Derek smiling as he brought her a breakfast plate, stacked high with pancakes drenched in maple syrup and warm butter. She was filled with so much happiness that it wasn't until she was done licking the last drops of sweet, syrup from her muzzle that she noticed the German Shepherd had decorated the house with several mylar balloons. It had been the perfect beginning to what should have been a day dedicated to her, and now it was ruined.

The truth was, her beloved mate worked as a doctor, and today had been one of his on call days. He originally wasn't scheduled to work, but that didn't stop his pager from going off. Of course, he could have always gotten a vacation day, but as usual, work was put first, and the idea slipped far from his mind. Derek always had good intentions, but often times, Alicia felt they were misplaced. How could a relationship be sustained when he was never home?

Regardless of how her birthday started, she remained determined to make her day a good one, or to at least do more than lounge around weepily for the rest of it. Rolling over, she reached for the remote, unwilling to get up quite yet. As she flipped through the channels, her mind remained stationed on how their relationship seemed to be wavering since the move here. Fewer and fewer nights had been spent relaxing with one another and even having meals together were rare or very rushed.

With a sigh, she glanced up at the balloons they had now tied to their headboard. A faint smile crossed her muzzle as she looked at them. What a goof, she thought to herself. Her birthday was very close to Valentine's Day, so there were an abundance of heart shaped mylars on the market. Derek had bought an entire bouquet of Valentine's Day themed balloons home. The dim light of the tv reflected in their sleek surfaces. All them were of various sizes and sported the respective holiday colors of red, white, and pink. The center piece was the most stunning, however. It was a large, red, heart shaped mylar with the words "Happy V-Day!" printed on it in white. Her favorite part was Derek's little addition though. He had implemented some of his own handiwork into the design by grabbing a Sharpie and crossing out the word "V-Day" and replacing it with "Birthday" instead. Underneath this, he had scribbled "I love you, Lish." When she had first seen them, she had almost cried tears of appreciation. Now, even in her anger, she just missed him.

She absently flipped through channels, not even registering what she saw. Her mind was on Derek, and Derek alone. Eventually, she stopped thumbing through the channels. The remote landed on some generic sitcom where a woman complained to her husband that there was no more intimacy in their relationship. Alicia sighed, relating to the stupid show more than she wanted. Very few days were spent in Derek's company simply relaxing with one another, and even fewer were spent with any type of sexual intimacy. What did she have to do for him to throw her a bone now and then?

Back when they had first gotten together, the sex had been amazing. Days were spent with them tangled in the sheets, cuddling and cooing at one another, before getting right back into the steamy passionate sex they had loved so much. Alicia's pussy throbbed at the memories. Oh, how much she had enjoyed tasting him! A gentle lick along his sheath was always enough to coax out his bright, pink cock, no matter how much he had resisted. Slowly, she'd engulf it into her sleek muzzle, her tongue caressing every inch of his length adoringly. She lived to hear the words "Good girl" from him, as he'd reach down and scratch behind her sable ears while she sucked him. Then, just to get her more excited, he'd pulsate his dick inside her maw. "Mmmph," she'd all but groan through her mouthful of dick. Derek's precum would drip profusely, and her warm tongue would eagerly lap up every drop as she massaged his balls, encouraging anymore out that she could get.

After being blown, it was up to Derek to determine where to take things next. Her sexy man had always been the more dominant of the two. Often, he'd grab her by the scruff on her neck, directing her into whatever position he desired at the time. His favorite was doggy though. Roughly, he would push her face first into the pillow, and trail the tip of his cock against her warm and wanting pussy. Frequently, the collie would wriggle backwards, attempting to ease him into her, desperate to feel his length inside her. "No, Lish," he'd say sternly, but with a playful smile across his muzzle. "You know better." She had loved when he spoke to her like that...

Her memory carved the way for fantasy to reside in her mind, and Alicia couldn't help but get horny thinking of all the things she had let him do to her. It wasn't uncommon for her to feel a sting on her rump after he'd raise his paw to smack her ass. She'd pant in anticipation of what was next. Another smack? Or would his cock finally slide into her? "Mmmph," she moaned audibly, quickly clicking off the tv to focus on her thoughts. In reality, he might not be there, but in her mind, he was slowly slipping his dick inside her, her soaked pussy welcoming every inch of his length happily. Teasingly, he'd rub his knot against her folds everytime he thrusted into her. She loved feeling it swell against her lips, and only when he was good and ready, after lots of begging, he'd tie with her, pumping her full of his cum.

Yes, Alicia remembered it well, and she missed it even more. She felt her pussy growing wet at the memories. Well, if HE can't please me right now, there's no reason I can't, she thought deviously. How desperately she longed for his cock in her. Oh, well. My vibrator will just have to do. She rolled over and dug through her bedside drawer and was disappointed to find that her batteries were dead. With a huff, she turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. Such an inconvenience was not going to deter her from feeling good. Not today. She closed her eyes and rubbed teasingly around her pussy lips, giving careful attention to her clit. She swirled her finger around it, gasping at her own touch as she gave her way over to pleasure.

With a mischievous grin, she used her free hand to slip a finger inside. It wasn't Derek's cock, or her vibrator, but it'd have to do for now, and it would do just fine, she thought; a blissful smile painted across her muzzle. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she explored more of herself, her wet pussy aching for more. My, how she missed him... Her eyelids fluttered open and an idea dawned on her. Gazing up, she saw the mylar balloons floating above her. She reached up and cut one loose with the flick of her nail, bringing it back down to her. These were the only thing she had been left with from him today, and she wanted to make the most of it. After all, there wasn't anything wrong with a little experimenting, was there?

Alicia tentatively spread her legs, gripping the red mylar tightly, and rubbed the foil balloon against her pussy. With its awkward shape, she struggled at first to slip it comfortably between her pussy lips, but soon enough, she had it gliding against her wet clit, crinkling ever so softly. Every now and then, she would forget about the helium inside, and she would have to dig her nails into the material, mindful not to burst the balloon, to prevent it from floating away. She didn't want it go away yet. She didn't know why, but she knew she wanted to keep rubbing it against her wet pussy. Her legs quivered in response, surprisingly pleased by the sensations it gave her, but the balloon resisted her still, wanting to float away to the ceiling.

The collie became rougher with it, eager to feel more of its smooth surface against her cunt. A feral smile played across her features, and she rolled over, pinning the balloon beneath her as she ground her hips into it. Now you can't get away, she thought, satisfied with herself. The long fur draping from her tail brushed against the balloon as she rocked her hips forward, adding to her arousal. For some reason, she found herself enjoying the sounds the balloon made under her. Every crinkle and squeak satisfied her ears, and all she wanted was to make it cry out louder.

Resting her rump on her heels, she leaned back with the balloon still gripped tightly between her thighs. Her eyes narrowed it on it, and she dug her claws across its surface, scratching off some of of the mylar's red coating. Transparent streaks were left in the wake of her claws as she dug them over its surface more, her ears perking with every crinkle. Lifting the balloon to her muzzle, she slid her tongue between the two humps of the heart shaped mylar, leaving trails of spittle behind as she dragged her tongue across the balloon. She pulled away, appreciating how her saliva glistened against the mylar's now wet surface. Quickly, she plopped herself back on it and grinded her hips into it once more. Her pussy fluids mixed with her spit on the smooth surface of the mylar, making it squeak sufficiently.

She let out a soft moan while the balloon pleased her. Never had she thought of riding a balloon before, but she was glad she did. She was surprised by how much abuse the balloon could take, and how easily it supported her weight despite being inflated as tightly as it was. She thrusted harder, thinking of Derek and how he would ride her much the same. The headboard rocked against the wall, thudding into it repeatedly, jerking the balloons overhead into a crinkling frenzy. She continued bouncing on her balloon and locked her eyes onto the taut ribbons. She scooted forward, placing her paws on the headboard as she braced herself. With a snap of her jaws, she latched onto the ribbons and pulled on them aggressively, all the while leaking her pussy juices on the vibrating red balloon between her thighs. She pulled on them with a growl, not unlike Derek would her fur when he had mounted her from behind. Never before had she let this side of her out before or even witnessed it. No wonder Derek fucked her like he did...

Her legs began to tire, and Alicia found herself on her back once again, clutching her balloon to her heaving chest. The bouquet of balloons returned to bobbing above her, and she enjoyed seeing them twirl and dance at the end of their tethers. The sound of them filled her ears and made her pussy pulse. She was so horny and needed a release. Still holding the mylar against her breasts, she started to touch herself again. The smell of sex was everywhere, but especially on the balloon in front of her. Inhaling deeply, she took in the scent, reveling in it. Trails of pussy juice were left behind on the balloon's surface, and soon, her tongue roved over them. She never knew how much she enjoyed tasting herself before this moment. In her frenzy, the balloon rubbed sensuously against her nipples, making her gasp in surprise. It was almost too much.

Meanwhile, her free paw explored her folds, pleasure coursing through her body, only amplified by the sensations her heart shaped mylar was giving her. She dug her nails into it once more as her pussy clenched tightly, her climax building as her pawpads feverishly ran over her clit. She groaned in broken pants, involuntarily holding her breath as she awaited her orgasm. With one last whimper, she bit onto the edge of the mylar, her teeth piercing through the valve as she came. Her hips convulsed in intense pleasure, and she curled up around her balloon, moaning loudly at it. The collie's pussy continued to pulsate in beat with her thudding heart, and she finally allowed her body to relax.

Once she caught her breath, she inspected her balloon. It has been left unscathed, mostly. It had lost its coloring in some places, and there was definitely evidence of her nails tearing at its surface. Not to mention the smell of her cunt on the balloon was also starkly undeniable, and it could probably be detected from across the house, but the important thing to her was that her coveted possession remained intact, and it did. It had survived quite a lot, now that she had thought of it.

As odd as it seems, Alicia didn't care that she had enjoyed her gift the way she did. Derek didn't have to know, although he might inquire what happened to the balloon if he ever laid his eyes on it again. What ever would she say to him if he had found? No, she decided, he wouldn't need to know, and it didn't need to stop either. Maybe her nights alone didn't have to be so lonely after all if she could keep a few of her new toys around. As for you, she thought as she gazed adoringly at the balloon's beaten red surface, I will keep you close to me. We'll just clean you up and tuck you away somewhere safe.

Say hello. Cynna