Love Is? - Chapter One

Chapter One:

Happiness Is?



What is happiness? That’s the million-dollar, scratch that, billion-dollar, no, trillion-dollar question. According to the online dictionary, happiness is simply, “the state of being happy”, but that could be considered quite a vague definition to some.

For some, happiness is dragging your ass out of bed in the God-awful early hours of the morning and for others it’s getting to sleep in during those said God-awful early hours. For others, happiness is putting in a hard, productive day at work, yuck! For others, it’s taking a hit from a freshly rolled blunt, I can attest to that, snorting a line of Coke, or drinking your sorry ass into oblivion. For a gal like myself, real happiness is finding true love. Yes, I’m one of those kinds of people, and that’s exactly what I’ve found, albeit, not in the traditional sense, I guess you could say?

Hi, my name’s Alita, and what a pleasure it is for you to meet me. Well, digitally, I should say. This is my story about how I questioned what true love is, went on a personal quest to discover what true love is, and, ultimately, found it. This is the story of a girl who has had multiple failed relationships. This is the story of a girl who cried a river and…just kidding. A girl who didn’t have a knight in shining armor come to save her. I had to get my hands dirty and sift through the dirt and garbage to find my prince charming and, wouldn’t you know it, I found a flower in a field of weeds.

Now, I know you have already picked up on this, but this isn’t your typical love story. If you’re in to all that meet-cute, Rom Com nonsense about boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, and boy and girl live happily ever after, then this story isn’t for you. I mean, we have found our happily ever after, but, like I said, this isn’t your typical, generic, boy meets girl crap. The story of how I met my lover is certainly frowned upon by boring, ignorant, Puritan society, ugh. Well, he’s not just my lover, but my husband. My husband, now that’s a story in and of itself.

My husband is a big, black, strong alpha male named Hank. We go for walks and jogs together, we take romantic strolls by the lake, and I make sure he’s well taken care of. I treat him like the big, black, strong king whom he is. I make sure he gets the best of the best when it comes to prepping his meals and make sure he’s always well fed and, of course, after a long day, I make sure to take care of his carnal desires like a good, caring wife should, wink, wink.

We go to the park together and I always make sure to pick up after him. No, I don’t mean picking up his phone when he drops it, his clothes on the floor, or his tools in the garage. In fact, Hank can’t even use any of those things. No, not because he’s bed ridden or paralyzed, but because he doesn’t have any thumbs and, no, they weren’t lost in a freak accident. Hank isn’t even bipedal.

Hi, my name’s Alita, and I’m in love with a dog, shunned by some, yes, but I’m still non-regretful and certainly unapologetic. Hank is a big, black, strong, alpha male, Great Dane and this is our story of finding true love. If I haven’t sickened you and made you click that X at the top right corner of the screen, then continue reading. This is a story of how love can be found not just within the human world, but within the “bizarre” world of interspecies mingling, love is love, right?

Josh was my fifth boyfriend, boring, as all get-out, but he was still better than the previous four. I guess you could say we were your typical, generic boyfriend and girlfriend. We’d hang out and Netflix and Chill, smoke weed together, go out to eat, watch a movie, all that good stuff. Love making was so-so with that one. He was just another guy who left me unsatisfied in the sack and lasted 7 minutes tops. He was also just another one who could rarely make me cum. He was just another one who stuck it in, hit it, got his rocks off, and then rolled over to go to sleep. It was just another bland relationship.

Don’t get me wrong, I always suggested things to do with all my boyfriends. Either they weren’t interested in what I had to bring to the table, so, we ended up doing the things they wanted to do, or they would go with it for a while and then call it quits, and then we just ended up doing what they wanted to do. It wasn’t until one day when Josh said something that really piqued my interest.

“Babe, I’m getting a dog”, piped up Josh.

“That’s awesome, babe. What kind of dog?”, was my response, being a dog lover.

“A Great Dane”, he shot back.

Wow, I thought to myself. I knew that breed could grow into some big dogs. Nonetheless, I was still super thrilled about the news. Danes are my favorite breed of dog, gentle giants, they are. Ha, little did I know just how much I, literally, love them and that they’re not so gentle behind closed doors, if you catch my drift?

Damn those Scooby Doo cartoons. Scooby’s so sexy, isn’t he, and I wonder what he’s packing? Whoa, getting carried away, anyways, you know Shaggy and he were partying with the Green Queen. Come on, a hippy and his dog who were both always hungry, they were smoking and don’t tell Hank I said Scooby’s sexy, thanks in advance.

Another week went by before I heard anything else regarding the dog situation. Until one day I dropped by Josh’s place after work. Josh would leave the front door unlocked when he knew I was coming over and we had like one of those free roam types of relationships. I opened the front door and to my literal surprise, it made me jump, I had this big, black beast staring me down and barking at my thicc ass, #PAWG. Josh came to the door and got him under control.

“Hey, babe, this is Hank. What do you think? I got him earlier today", Josh said with a look of pride and achievement on his face.

All I could muster was, “Wow, he’s big.” I had to stand there for a moment and just gaze at all his beautiful glory. I was just mesmerized by this dog’s muscular body. He came up to Josh’s waist and Josh is 6’2”.

“What’s wrong, does he scare you?”, Josh asked puzzled.

“Uh, no, I’m just surprised at how big he is. I always knew Danes were big, but damn”, I finally forced out of my mouth while letting Hank sniff me to get used to my scent. He started wagging his tail afterwards. The way he opened his mouth to pant made him look like he was smiling in approval of me very much, so cute! Hey, so far so good, I thought.

“Yep, he’s a big boy. Come on, let’s smoke and binge some Netflix”, Josh said while patting Hank on his side.

“Okay”, was my response while just thinking, again? Don’t get me wrong, I love to smoke, but there’s more to life than that, though, I knew Josh wouldn’t be up for doing anything else that day. Thank you, women’s intuition. Ha, big boy, I’d come to find out for myself just how big this boy is soon.

We plopped down onto the couch and took a few hits from Josh’s bong. Hank jumped up on the couch with us, but sided with Josh. He still wasn’t used to me quite yet, but little did I know just how much that would change and Hank would come to know me inside and out, wink, wink.

After a while of binge watching some of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia and Rick and Morty, neither of which are on Netflix, we came to find out. What we did instead was watch them on the TV through Josh’s iTunes on his laptop via USB cable. Anyways, I decided to lie down on the couch and to my surprise Hank lifted his head to look at me and then came over to my side of the couch to lie down with me.

“Wow, you took a liking to her real quick, traitor”, Josh said while glaring at Hank.

“That’s because I’m prettier than you”, I shot back in a playful way. I, then, wrapped my arm around Hank to cuddle with him while he napped. In the meantime, my stoned ass got schwifty.

Josh eventually got up to use the bathroom. I still remember lying there on that couch with just Hank and I for the first time. I remember just feeling his big, muscular body calmly inflate and deflate as he breathed. I lied there holding him and taking in his scent.

Okay, I’m not normally in to smells, but I have to say that there was just something intoxicating about Hank’s scent. Even to this day it still turns me on and gets my juices flowing. Pheromones, hey, we’re part of the animal kingdom as well, “you and me, baby, ain’t nothing but mammals…” Anyways, where was I? Oh, yeah, I was sniffing a dog.

As I lied there taking in all that glorious hunk of hound, I couldn’t help but to feel a little frisky. I started to slowly give him some of those caring, gentle, compassionate pets. So, as I’m sure you all know, I mean, you’re reading this, the Internet is home to a plethora of interesting, fascinating, debauched subject matter. I think we’ve all seen, or at least heard, about Bestiality, excuse me, Interspecies Erotica, gold star if you know what movie that’s from, pics and videos on the screwed-up WWW.

Well, curiosity got the better of this little pussy cat and before I knew it my hand was slowly, but surely, sliding down Hank’s muscular, massive body. I’m sure you know exactly where it was headed. Alas, all good things must come to an end; by that I mean I heard the BF come walking back into the living area. My hand quickly shot back up to its initial position.

The day started shifting into night. “Are you staying here tonight, babe?”, asked Josh.
“No, I’m going to head back to my place”, I responded. I had to start work again early the next day, yay, the monotony of everyday life. I didn’t like to stay at someone’s place when I had to get up early for work; that just made me feel bad having to wake them up so early when I got up to get ready. Don’t ever count on me moving in with someone, ha!

I said my goodbyes to Josh, hugged him, kissed him, blah, blah, blah, all that nonsense, and then I finally went to say my goodbyes to Hank. I bent down and squished his face all the while doing that baby voice. I’m sure you know all about that, that thing you do when you see something cute. I pet his head and I just remember him looking up at me with those big, literal, puppy dog eyes while wagging his tail with joy, so cute and handsome!

I had the radio on while driving back home, but I couldn’t tell you what the hell was being said or sung. My mind was just too focused on that hunk of alpha male, Hank. “Hank”, I whispered to myself. Whoa, snap out of it, focus on driving, I thought to my dumb ass self as I snapped back to the crappy real world.

I walked my phat ass through the front door, kicked off my shoes, and then headed straight for the kitchen; this bitch was hungry. I snacked on something light and quick and then began my evening routine for getting ready for bed. I finished washing off the day, moisturized my soft, smooth legs with my lavender lotion, pulled on my pink lace thong, and hopped into my big, beautiful, comfy, inviting bed. Sometimes I sleep naked and other times just in a thong or panties, depends on the mood. I typically play a game on my phone or read a comic book before I doze off to la-la land. That night I was on my phone.

I was playing, well, reading, I guess I should say, some Episodes when my mind started to wander. I suddenly closed out of the Episodes app and pulled up the Internet. I’m sure you know where this is going. Yep, I searched for some good ole Bestiality porn, specifically, Zoophilia.

I got lucky and found a great video of this pretty, petite Russian blond taking some massive Great Dane cock. I just remember watching her as she pleased her alpha, first, with her mouth and then with her pretty, little, pink pussy. I couldn’t help myself; I was getting wet just by watching the video. I had to feel myself and have some naughty alone time.

I grazed my hand over my perky, cute, little breasts, paying extra, special attention to my cute, pink, little nipples, getting them hard, as I slid it down to my moistness. I started rubbing myself outside the fabric of my thong. I could feel my wetness through the fabric. Then, when I couldn’t take it any longer, I slid my hand into my thong and started to rub my little, sensitive, swollen clit.

I just kept rubbing her, feeling myself, enjoying myself, all the while watching the debauchery between human and canine happening on the small screen in front of me. I remember watching the Dane’s huge, canine cock sliding in and out of the lucky woman’s mouth; she made it nice and sloppy. She even made her alpha feel the back of her throat, taking extra, special care of her canine king. I knew he was leaking his canine precum into her mouth. I desperately wanted a taste myself.

Then, finally, she assumed the position. The position of when the female is ready to receive her alpha inside of her, ready to give her soft, smooth, beautiful, Homosapien body to her bestial king. The woman got on all fours and slowly arched her pretty, pink pussy up into the air to willingly give to her alpha, her own bestial instincts taking over then, ready to throw away what was left of her humanity and become one with the animal kingdom.

The Dane assumed his position as well and, finally, I got to witness the Dane pop, well, thrust himself into his female’s tight, petite, beautiful body. I remember just lying there witnessing this big, beautiful animal try so desperately to force himself deeper and deeper into his female. I loved hearing the woman’s moans as the Dane slid his cock in and out of her, faster and faster and harder and harder. I so desperately wanted that myself.

I was just throbbing by that point; I had to step up the pleasure game a bit. I discontinued rubbing my clit and slowly stuck a finger into myself. I pleasured myself with just one digit for a while, then a second finger followed, and then a third. I slowly, sensually pleasured myself that way for a while, feeling the warm, moist, softness of my own body cavity. I remember feeling the sensations of having my own pussy stretched, expanded, stuffed with my own fingers. The sensation of lying there all by my lonesome, feeling myself, pleasuring myself, making my own head fall back into my big, soft pillow, making my own eyes roll up into the back of my head, making my own toes curl.

After a while of some soft, slow, gentle, sensuality, I began to just slam my own fingers deep into me. I began to feel the moment even more, my body tensing, getting hotter. I was emitting so much of my own juice that I could hear that wet, sloppy sound as I fucked myself.

After what seemed like an eternity, ladies, male canines can go a lot longer than the mediocre human males, I love it, the alpha male finally came and shot his warm animal load deep into his female. He made his female cum hard at the same time he did, what a gentleman. Witnessing that, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I started to feel that familiar feeling, that feeling of the approaching climax. At that same moment I chimed in with my own moans of pleasure as I came hard on my fingers making an even bigger mess in my thong.

I’m sure you know that moment when you cum and you automatically think of something that turns you on. Well, there was only one thing that went through my mind as I made myself nut, Hank, and him using my body the same way the Dane in the video used his female. The alpha Dane in the video ended up knotting the woman and I can still remember hearing her scream with that pleasurable pain when you have something massive stretching out the inside of your body. Ladies, you know what I’m talking about.

The Dane was finally able to release himself from his female. When he did a nice, beautiful amount of canine cum came gushing out of her. I had to have that. I craved it.

“Wow”, I said to myself while panting and trying to catch my breath. That moment felt so hot, not just hot, but I felt like I was in a state of total euphoria. I thought about Hank and what we’d be doing afterwards if he were lying in that bed next to me. I imagined it as our spent, exhausted, freshly fucked bodies entwined and panting and catching our breath knowing that we had just satisfied each other. The both of us lying there in content after the love we just made. The both of us ecstatic on the inside knowing we finally got to have each other. The alpha male finally getting to dominate and feel the inside of his female and the female finally able to give her body to and take care of her strong, protective alpha.

I lied there for a little while longer thinking about him and getting to hold him earlier that day at his house, yes, his house. He was the alpha male in my eyes, not Josh. As I thought about him, I felt this warmth slowly come over me and for the first time in my adult life I felt completely happy. I wondered if he thought about me, or even dreamt about me, as he lied there in his big, doggie bed?

I had to see him again. I had to see Hank. I had to see my alpha. I licked my fingers clean and made sure to lap up my juices still leaking out of me. I love my own taste and not only my pussy, but my ass as well. I couldn’t wait until my alpha could get a taste of me, too. I also couldn’t wait until I could finally feel a dog cock inside of me, not just any dog’s cock, but Hank’s, specifically. I turned off the light and settled into my bed to finally fall asleep. As I lied there in the dark, eyes closed, smile on my face, I whispered to myself one last time, “Hank”.