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Snow Dawgs

Chapter Seven

By Roofles

It was hard to tell what time of day it was as Max slung me over one shoulder and headed up the stairs. I’m sure we got a couple of looks but otherwise, no one tried to stop us or say anything about the situation. I was quickly learning such an interaction wasn’t uncommon among canines. One of them even just shrugged it off going back to what they’d been doing.

Not that I was complaining in the moment. The malamute was a big strong guy and it felt nice to be carried around like a sack of luggage. I could feel his shoulder flexing under me as he wrapped one arm around my legs giving me a clear view of his ass. I made sure to grope it whenever I got the chance, my arms dangling down just far enough to brush the top of it. His large slightly curved tail never stopped wagging as we headed down the hallway with all the rooms towards the back where I presumed Max’s room was.

“Sup.” I gave a nod to buddy who came out to see what was going on. The golden retriever just gave us a look, slightly slack jaw as I gave a wave in return. We soon rounded the corner into Max’s room. Max just kicked the door shut behind us. Locking it as well before spinning us around.

For a big dog, it was hard not to bump into things and I was thankful my face missed the wall as he stumbled forward into the room.

I wasn’t even allowed to get my bearings as I was promptly tossed onto the bed with the malamute pouncing on top. I might’ve giggled, I’m not proud to admit as he nuzzled down at me. The large fluffy canine was far more playful than I thought he’d be as we sort of snuggled, rubbing over each other.

It was nice. His fur was so soft and fluffy I lost my fingers in it, rubbing up and over his shirtless sides and scratching back down. His weight felt nice, just enough to press me against the bed but not overwhelming to the point I couldn’t breathe. And every breath I took was of him. The musky canine only getting stronger with how worked up he was getting.

I ran my hands up over his bear sides, our shirts having been forgotten downstairs in Max’s “Den.” His fur was like warm silk running through my fingers and I couldn’t help the smile on my face as I heard his panting breath above me. His butt was up as he wagged, on all fours over me.

Knees pressing firmly down into the bed, his elbows on either side of my head as he pushed his chest against me letting all my senses get lost in him. I returned the gesture with plenty of pets of my own. Stroking over his back and hugging him against me, or trying too. Max was far too strong for me to push around by any means and his arms flexed when I tried to pull him closer.

The canine looked down at me, his muzzle dipping towards our chest so I could look him in those eyes. They reminded me of husky eyes. Bright and full of life. They might’ve been his best feature; I could look into those eyes all night long.

Max didn’t so much as pet me as he did nuzzle that whole broad skull of his against the sides of my face and over my chest; I felt that cold nose under my arm and his whole body seemed to wag as he sniffed me, looking up into my eyes as he did so. His eyes were so bright, filled with the same happiness that filled my chest in that moment.

He reminded me of an overgrown puppy than anything else. A very frisky, playful puppy at that as he licked up under my arm. Both of us had been thankful I forgot to put deodorant on that morning having been distracted.

“Where were we?” Max asked as he pulled back, sitting up in my lap. I felt his heavy weight rest on my legs as the panting malamute looked down at me. His nose twitched, ear shifted and in the next second that weight got up and he headed over to the side.

The malamute jumped over me, giving me a clear view of the tent in his pants as he landed heavily on the floor and began scrounging around for something.

“Max?” I sat up a bit trying to see what the dog was rummaging through in his luggage. The malamute turned around, I kid you not, with a collar in his mouth as he just smiled seeing my face. Both his hands with up making a puppy gesture, tilting his head to one side as those eyes seemed to grow twice their normal size as he whined softly.

He really knew how to play up the act well, I’ll give him credit for that.

“Got to get into the role.” The malamute explained as he put the collar on himself; for a second I thought he was about to collar me. Something I had been perfectly fine with. Hunter had never been one to role play before. He was sort of a one trick pony in that regard... “Ok, then you take this…” Max continued handing me the end of a leash and clipped it on himself.

The malamute dropped to all four on the ground with a thud, still wagging and panting happy like an oversized puppy. And here I was holding a leash to a very excitable malamute that could sling me over his shoulder with one arm. The role reversal only seemed to make that malamute’s smile spread over his face, showing off those bumpy black lips.

Butt up in the air, he pressed his chest to the ground, looking up at me now. I wanted to rub my feet on this good boy. It made me giggle a bit and I’m sure my smile met my rosy cheeks from all this.

“I’m the good puppy, you the proud owner.” Max laid out relatively quick as he scooted a bit closer; the canine kicked the trunk of luggage to the side roughly with enough force to make it hit the wall. It made me wonder which of the two of us were in charge here...

I tugged on the leash lightly; making the malamute lift his head for me as I bent down to bump our noses. I could taste his breath and it was just as warm and sweet as the malamute was. I wanted to kiss him but refrained, for now. About to pull back before Max was the one to push forward, maybe it was from me pulling on his leash again; either way our lips met for just that moment and it was glorious.

I giggled at that as he pulled back as quickly as he’d done the deed. He lowered his head once more, butt wagging happily as he looked up at me with those bright eyes. “I’m a good puppy?” He asked with a soft, playful voice that didn’t match the large canine it came from.

“You already are my good puppy dog, aren’t you?” I asked scratching over the side of his face with a hand, working behind one of those triangular floppy ears and over that broad rustic red fur neck. The muscle underneath his skin made me shiver a bit. “My big handsome puppy doggie. That’s who you are…” I huffed a bit, breathing out down at him.

If possible, his tail picked up speed. He whined softly, lifting up an arm and curling his wrist trying to look like the puppy dog he wanted to be for me. It only made me kiss him once more, the big goof. The things I wanted to do to this good boy…

Max wasn’t just a big guy. He was an able-bodied canine with enough weight to him to easy throw me around the room if he wished; and here Max was whining happily at the compliment I had given him. It made his eyes close slightly as he gave into my fingers scratching underneath his jaw now as I held that large head with both hands just so I could stare into those eyes. The skin was far softer there, underneath his jaw and along his neck. It felt nice against my fingers as I gave the leash another tug.

Max scooted even closer. Close enough he could’ve laid his head in my lap. In fact, that’s what he did the next second. Using both arms to wrap around me and hug my sides as he nuzzled his face against my groin and stomach as he murred out a sound of affectionate and love.

His massive body cradled between my open thighs the best he could as he pushed that broad skull against my stomach. His muzzle dipping down and I knew for a fact this time he was sniffing between my legs. The low whine I got in turn told me he approved, making me blush and shift around on the bed as my pants grew ever tighter. The large malamute couldn’t exactly fit between my open legs, that didn’t stop him from trying though.

He took his time just savoring the position and I in turn showed him how thankful I was for it as I pet and rubbed over his face and head, along his thick neck. Over the side of his face and under his muzzle to get him to look up at me once more.

“Such a good puppy.” I breathed out, smiling into those eyes. The malamute pushed against the bed now, whining softly as he looked up at me, not saying a word. The sounds he made told me enough what he felt, that was all I needed to hear.

Max ended up scooping up one of my legs with an arm, placing it over his shoulder as he nuzzled as close as was physically possible making me laugh a bit. The malamute was far more starved for physical attention than I had originally thought. He pressed his face in along my thigh and against my groin, huffing and panting as he continued to sniff over me hungrily. I swear he was drooling, it was hard to tell until that broad tongue licked over the bulge in my pants making me shiver out a groan.

Both his ears stood up at that, and I saw those eyes looking up at me once more. Max repeated the gesture making me squirm. My other leg was up over his shoulder and I squeezed his head with my thighs; what little good it did as he licked one more time making the breath catch in my throat, toes curling now. Fuck, that tongue was big and wet. The smoldering breath was making my pants painfully tight and all I wanted to do was face fuck this beautiful man between my legs.

“Good boy…” I just whispered down to him now petting between his ears and down his neck a bit. His fur was well trimmed and well managed. Still there was plenty of it. I could’ve grabbed a handful of fur and flesh alike and still not have been able to get more than an ounce of it.

“I am a good boy.” Max agreed happily nuzzling against my exposed stomach now. It made me shiver as those whiskers and fur rubbed over my skin. I sucked in my gut a bit as Max turned to face it.

His eyes looked up at me as his mouth opened, just enough, for that broad wet, hot tongue to lick over me. I squirmed at that and found the malamute strength holding me in place as he licked over me once more. Those eyes were looking up at me and I was sure he was smirking at this point. For a guy that liked to be a puppy he sure wasn’t afraid to go for what he wanted.

In fact I found myself unable to pull my legs off his shoulders as his grip tightened on my thighs, holding me where I was as he teased my belly button with that grooved tongue. It made me shiver even more, his tail going a mile a minute as he teased me so.

“Holy…” I breathed out, trying to remain cool during his teasing. I couldn’t and Max only smirked further at that. It really was hard to tell which of us was the pet and which of us was the master now.

I felt his muzzle push between my legs again, this time his teeth nipped at my pants, almost hungrily. I could feel drool wetting the side of my leg as he continued to playfully bite at the zipper with his teeth. Growling softly as he failed again. I was sure Max was just playing, I didn’t want to take the chance he wasn’t though.

“Frisky puppy.” I ended up just laughing pulling on his leash a bit. It did little good though as I just sort of tugged on the solid mass that was Max’s neck. The malamute just growled at that. A deep lustful sound that vibrated against my thigh and groin alike making me squirm at the teasing canine between my legs.

“I’m a good boy.” Max pulled back a bit as he wiggled his rear in the air. “I deserve a treat.” And he stuck the tip of his tongue out at me, giving me those big puppy dog eyes again. He was evil, those eyes could’ve stopped wars. This devil dog knew exactly what he was doing. That’s what Max was as he grabbed both my legs and lifted me up suddenly onto my back.

I managed to pull on his leash a bit to keep myself from coming down by myself. Max gladly let me pull him onto the bed this time. The malamute lazily plopping down on me. The weight of him made me grunt as he snuggled up on me. His fur rubbed over my chest and I felt my face grow warm as the malamute licked my face.

The playful man that had brought me in was quickly replaced with this overly large, frisky puppy.

“Good puppy defiantly deserved a treat.” I smiled at him, nosing back against his cheek. Max murred heavily at that as he eased up a bit, enough for me to place a hand on his shoulder; my arms having been previously trapped under his hulking form.

With a grunt I managed to push the malamute onto his side next to me. As I thought, both his arms and legs slightly stood up as he wagged his tail happily at me. I had to laugh at that as I rubbed over his belly and chest, working my way down to tease the front of his opening.

“Puppies don’t wear clothes.” I teased at his shorts. And before I knew it I had them off. Max had already opened the front of them up sometime while we were in the room. It still took both hands to pull them off making me struggle a bit much to the malamute’s delight.

He laid there on the bed like a big lug of fluff as he wiggled his butt as I pulled both garments off in one clean, if slightly strained, motion and tossing them to the side. I think I was sweating as I wiped my brow. It only seemed to excite him more.

“What about master?” Max looked me over, growling as his eyes laid on my pants. I wasn’t sure if he was mad I was still wearing clothes or if he was just hungry for what was underneath them.

“It’s a bit cold…” I tried to explain but the growl only increased. It was probably best not to piss off the large malamute. I obliged at my own pace, making sure to tease it long enough until I was satisfied I hadn’t just given into the canine’s command. During the best drunk strip tease I could much to this wagging canine’s delight.

Who here was supposed to be in charge, again? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care as I danced between his legs shaking my hips as I slid down one side to show off my crack, then the other to show off my rear. Shaking it at him before pulling them down and around to show off the rest.

I pulled on his leash as I dropped my pants and underwear. “Maybe you shoulder warm up master, like the good puppy you are.” I tugged on his leash a couple of more times until Max sat up. Not that he seemed to mind as he pulled back against the leash slightly, making me step forward a bit.

The malamute spread his legs as he scooted closer. Even with him sitting on the bed with me standing on the floor, I found myself face to face with Max. The canine seemed to smile at that as he nosed my neck, making me shiver. I asked to be warmed up and he pressed that ice cold wet nose against my skin. The hot tongue that followed made goosebumps form over my arms and I shivered involuntarily. Gasping out as that tongue licked over my throat. I felt the brush of his fangs on me.

The thrill and excitement of it made me pre.

Max just growled again as he wrapped an arm around me, nuzzling over my chest as he pulled me closer against him. My legs bumped into the bed and I found myself more sitting in his lap now than standing as he continued to pet over my naked body. Rubbing and stroking me with those large, paw padded fingers. Gripping every now and then to squeeze my rear or sides.

I was lost in it. Being pet like this. Loved on. Stroking and played with to our delights. It was such an intimate encounter. Just touching each other. Naked in all our glory together as we pressed ourselves together. Petting, stroking, touching, gripping, groping, feeling the others bodies. I don’t think we kept track of the time. Just enjoyed it together…

I forgot even why we came in here as we just cuddled one another. That was until I felt his hot lips part and the malamute exhaled over my member softening member.

It twitched, I twitched and I found myself huffing out a breath as he looked back up at me. For someone that was clearly fine with playing bottom, Max was the one in charge here. I soon discovered as a clawed finger lifted my dick towards that muzzle.

Max didn’t so much as suck it as he just closed his whole muzzle around me. The clamp of that steaming wet snout made my knees nearly give out and I felt Max’s arm tighten on my side for support. The malamute closed his eyes, bobbing his head a few times; each time that wide, thick grooved muscle of a tongue lapped up my length to tease the tip of me. He coated me in drool and all I could do was hold his shoulders so I didn’t keel over as my knees wobbled again from the warmth of that muzzle around me.

I humped slightly at that. Being teased about getting a blowjob earlier and having it come true made my breath catch in my throat. The second I did however, Max pulled off leaving my member dripping in malamute drool as he panted up at me.

“Oh, puppy wants to play, does he?” I growled now at that. Two could play this game. Thankfully Max seemed to be into it as well as I pushed a hand against his shoulder, forcing him down.

The malamute let me ease him back once more onto the bed. I climbed up on it and he scooted back to give me some room. Max knew what he was doing as he wrapped both legs around my waist and pulled me forward, humping against me with the same motion. Looking down his large, muscular, fluffy body at the human he had trapped between his equally thick, muscular legs.

“I’m a needy puppy.” Max licked over his chops as he gave that smirking grin at me. It was somewhat hard to take the fluffy canine seriously. He looked like a big puff ball even now and I had to keep myself from laughing at the serious face he was trying to give me.

He didn’t want this to end and neither did I.

“I’ll be happy to help the needy puppy out with that.” I winked grinding myself over his plump sheath and down along his hanging sack. The fur tickled the underside of my cock in all the right ways and I could feel myself dripping even more. Dripping onto that soft white furry sack.

The musky tinge coming from the malamute only increased with his own excitement. I could see his black tapered tip poking free from his sheath. I moved back so I could grab both of his legs, lifting them up roughly to look at the malamute. Max’s face didn’t change for a second as he just continued to watch me, tail thumping against the bed.

His legs were heavy and he wasn’t even trying to help; something I realized a second too late. I felt myself getting a work out just holding them up; Max had been doing this on purpose. I gave him a look and the malamute stuck his tongue out at me. Maybe he just got off making me work for my my own treat? With a flex he held his legs up, allowing me to move down to nose at that plump sheath.

I teased at the loose flesh, taking my sweet time to make him whine for me after that. He wanted to tease me? I’ll tease him right back. Nosing down it to sniff at that musky sack then licked my way back up to give that tip a good long suck, helping ease the sheath back for the ever growing canine beneath me. Before stopping, pulling back and taking a breath and repeating it two more times before letting Max free of his tightening sheath.

Canine’s hated that. When you leave their fat cock trapped in their sheath. He didn’t try to free himself, waiting like the good boy he was for his master to free him from the confines of it. And I took my sweet time. Stroking it. Petting it. Making Max grow ever harder as I pulled it down slowly, carefully as my fingers rubbed over the sides of that glistening black obelisk.

Max growled at that, tongue flopping out to one side of his mouth as he panted hotly as I finally freed him; leaving his now empty sheath down underneath his swollen knot. It twitched and increased in size, reminding me of the dogs that had knotted me before.

That had been rough. The two of them had been big at full mast. How big could I make Max? It was at that, that I kept stroking and teasing the canine before me. I wonder just how big I could make this dog before he couldn’t take anymore.

Taking my time to feel every vein and curve of that dick. Squeezing and rolling the knot around with my palm. Letting the mass of it rest in the palm as my fingers curled around the thick ball, stroking it as I dragged my fingers over the underside. Max continued to whine and leak.

He leaked a lot… which brought my back to what I had originally planned to do with this canine.

“Do you got condoms? Or uh lube?” I asked standing back up and looking around the room feeling Max’s slick pre between my fingers. I just rubbed it off on my stomach, not minding his scent on me in the least.

“It’s all good.” Max just panted, open maw looking up at me. I gave him a look.

“You like bear-backing?” I paused a bit at that. I had done the same thing with Auto and Duncan. Making me sort of wish I had ask the question previously. Oh, I was clean. I always got checked every couple of weeks even being in a monogamous relationship with Hunter.

“I like it ruff.” And the canine barked at the end making me roll my eyes; like I hadn’t heard that joke before from one of the canines.

“What about uh… condoms…?” I felt rather silly for asking after what I had done the past couple of days. Still, for some reason I respected Max enough to ask for it.

Auto had been a fling of sorts. A rebound after being with Hunter for so long. Duncan was well, ok. That was pure horniness. My libido taking the wheel for that whole thing. Something about the pit bull pissed me off and turned me on all at the same time making me both want to punch and kiss that face.

“We all got tested.” Max just shrugged. “Group tests give a discount.” The malamute tail thumped. “So even if you had slept around, you should be fine.” The canine laughed, making a joke about it. I didn’t feel the need to point out that he had hit the nail on the head.

To be fair, he was doing the same thing in a way. We just met and here we were about to just… but if he did know…

Did he? The idea of that worried me more than anything else in that moment. I tried not to mind it too much as I crawled back between those legs. I was just sweating because of the musky malamute I was currently blowing, not ‘cause of my worries and fears... Thankfully he didn’t seem to notice or mind from the low moan of pleasure that escaped his lips soon after. It only encouraged me more to work that tip instead of let his mind put it together.

Max didn’t mention it again as I teased my tip along his tail hole, holding both legs up as I positioned myself there. The heavy, muscular legs were a pain to hold as I teased his opening pressing just the tip against it. I could feel Max relaxing as I did so. The eager dog just as into this as I was.

That was enough for me.

It was all the encouragement I needed to penetrate that malamutes warm tail hole with my girth. Spreading him easily as I slowly slid my flared head into that tight welcoming hole. I could feel Max squeeze around me, making me moan out as the canine rocked his hips. Just enough to almost force me out before pushing back in, taking me in once more.

It was hard. This was a workout I wasn’t expecting. Without the lube, my dry dick had to work that tight ass of his to even get an inch further. Forcing me to really begin pushing and humping it eagerly as my balls ached for a release.

Max was good.

He was in control even as I topped him. I had to match his speed and change my position with the malamute. Most bottoms just lay there and take it; Max was more of one to participate the entire time. Shifting and grinding on the bed, making the whole thing rock as he panted and growled for more.

I was a bit worried I wouldn’t be enough for the canine who was easily much larger than I was as he spilled out of his sheath and onto his belly before me. His hot black rocket bounced with his movements, leaking over his fur. Max didn’t mind. He just growled lustfully as he pulled back and I slipped out once more.

I was about to angle myself once more to continue, finally getting my groove on when the canine turned around for me. Max got on all fours, wagging his butt at me, lifting his tail high as he continued to growl lustfully.

“Oh, come on.” I was already getting exhausted by the time Max made me climb up onto the bed, standing on it so I could position myself behind the canine once more. He was really making me work for it. Teasing me with that big rear just enough for me to begin to feel my release building before pulling off.

The difference of the cold room compared to that hot ass was noticeable and my length would dull down each time the canine teased me like this. Standing up behind the malamute, I grabbed his thighs to hold him in place as I began humping against the canine’s rear. Pumping my length into him with groaning pains of pleasure as I sweated and worked on my release once more.

And was once more denied.

The canine worked with me at first. Pushing back each time I humped, pulling away as I did and repeated the process. It felt so good. The warmth of this canine was exactly the kind of vacation I had wanted coming out to this snow covered ski lodge. That was until he pulled away and didn’t stop at that. Max crawling before me before splaying out.

Laying on his belly now Max wiggled that butt at me as he practically grinded himself against the sheets. I think at that point this was more of my pride than my lust that wouldn’t let me quit. I crawled right back on top of him, grabbing at his sides and holding onto that thick hide and fur as I pressed back down against him.

“That’s it. Give it to me.” Max only growled, drooling I’m sure as he pushed back against me. His whole body rising up and me with it as the larger male got up just enough to force me to stand then back down.

And once I was in, giving another good hump, I found the whole room shifting as the malamute rolled over on me; in the same motion sitting up in my lap having me on my back. I lay there for a second before I felt him rock back on top of me. He was heavy, the weight of him was pushing me down against the bed as he rode my lap.

I groaned. Maybe from his weight. Maybe from the fact he was squeezing my cock so tight I couldn’t have pulled out if I wanted too.

Max turned himself around so he was facing me, or more so, so his rigid shaft could face me as he began pumping his length with one hand. Panting heavily now, the canine began to rock on my lap working my body to his delight as he stroked and rubbed himself in front of me. Giving me quite a show to be honest.

His glistening bone was a dark black like obsidian. The leaking tip only helped it shine in the room light as those strong, large fingers stroked and rubbed over it. Teasing the tip with a paw padded finger before gripping down around that swollen knot. Max had to be twelve inches counting that knot, maybe more. I wasn’t sure. It was hard to tell as the bed began to squeak in protest from the dog bouncing on my lap.

Each time Max squeezed himself around, he humped into his palm; forcing me to hump up with him before pulling up. I could feel the tightness of his rear around me as he continued to work my length. I wanted to reach out to touch him but looking into that face, exhausted as I was, I found little strength to do so as the malamute claimed me in his own way. Overpowering my body without ever needing to top me. In his own way, Max had become to the top dog this night as he rocked his hips once more down against me and I found myself whining out his name.

Maybe I should’ve been wearing his collar, him leashing me as he treated me as his good puppy dog. Playing with me until I would pass out this night from the pleasure his body had given me.

“Puppy…” I could only breath, pulling on the leash once more.

It seemed to be enough for him. Enough to hear me begging for him as his orgasm hit. And with it, I felt it through my own cock as the malamute shuddered and groaned out as he spilled his fat sack juices all over my front and face.

It wasn’t strings of dog jizz, it was more like a flood. Max poured out, spurting and spraying and shooting all over my front to the point I felt it on my face and in my hair. Even then his dick continued to jump and ooze thick globs of his musky body and all I could do is lay there and be basted like a turkey to his delight.

The feel of it. The heat. The overwhelming smell of the malamutes release; whatever it was, it was enough for me to finish. I gave one last final, full body hump into the malamute, pushing into him as deep as I could and lifting him with all my strength. To the point my tip actually hurt before I finally just emptied myself into the malamute, grinning down at me.

“That’s a good puppy…” Max murred down at me as he pet over my sticky hair, rubbing his seed into it.

I don’t know if I spoke. If I did, it wasn’t words. Just the moaning pleasure of a man that had been used and abused in the best way possible.

I was spent. I was exhausted. I was sticky and warm and all I could do was lay there as Max, in turn, laid out on my body. I felt his weight on me, not seeming to mind that his own jizz was soaking into that lush fluffy furred body of his. Two arms wrapped around me as he nuzzled down and I think, if for a moment, I cried in pure pleasure as the canine held me in a way that I needed more than I thought I did.

I held him back, even as he rolled to one side easing his weight off me. It was a moment I needed. This. With him. Max didn’t say anything, I didn’t either. Neither of us breaking the spell that had been placed by our love making and during the night, we just cuddled covered in the malamute’s mess.

I’m not sure which of us fell asleep first. All I remember is waking up with a face full of malamute fur. I was on top of the malamute, one of his arms still slung around my waist as if I were his teddy bear. It was a nice feeling. The soft warmth of his musky fur as I nosed against it, breathing him in.

My body rose with his breath as he groaned out a sigh. I’m not sure how long I laid there. I just lost myself in him. I didn’t even mind the dry crustiness of his release still on me. Max would have a pain cleaning it this morning. Was it morning? I didn’t bother looking at the time as I closed my eyes, losing myself in him once more.

“Yeah.” I muttered to myself. I’ll help clean him up after this. It’s the least I could do. I wanted to do it. I wanted to be with Max, if only for a little bit longer. I doubt he felt the same. Still, it was nice to pretend if only for a little bit longer.

A little bit longer before I would leave this pack and be all alone, once more.

Max’s musk covered me as it pervaded the room, filling it with the glory that was this canine’s body. Every breath I took was of him, it stunk of him and I loved it. I wouldn’t say I loved him. I loved what we had done together. I loved being with him in this moment.

I loved how in these moments, I felt like I belonged here. That I was equal to them. To these canines who always kept me at an arm’s length. In the bedroom however, I was the one holding the leash.