Well spoken, and my thanks for taking the time to share your story.

Peace,

Fausty

just instincht There I was, there the Mare was Hmmm tail lifted insert HERE > :lol: :D ;) B)
( On a side note I was never atracted to my own "Kind" but realy only Equines, a verry powerfull draw and a need to be close to cudle and to make love(an actual reproductive need/drive for sex) as long as I could remember)

I follow my instinchts more then any thingi t is what you are born with after all :D

This post has been edited by Allan on Jul 13 2004, 07:32 AM

Howdy ---2---

Your experiences are such painful ones.
To suffer betrayal, by one who you so dearly loved, is impossible to encompass with mere words.
The pain exceeds the sheer depths of the greatest ocean.

Unknown to you, there was a guardian at your side. She remained silent, until she was most needed.
In your darkest hour, when all hope was lost, she spoke to you.

From the depths of hell, she lifted you into the heights of heaven.


My friend, I am among many who are deeply affected by your words. You have so eloquently described the emotional turmoil that led you to a life altering decision. As I read of your experiences, I imagined the pill bottle, and the painless oblivion that it would grant you. Also, I quietly prayed that you would live on, and gain the opportunity to experience true love and happiness.

As Bear had saved your very soul, a little Pony, called Gemma saved mine.

Years of abuse, of every sort you may care to name, from my adult caregivers had taken a serious toll, on my health and sanity.

Numerous attempts at suicide, had failed, and it seemed as if life was just a giant hole, into which God would vigorously kick me, every day.

19 years of this, had turned me into a sour S.O.B. who no one liked. I cared not for their sentiments, and would quickly administer a sizeable fist, to anyone who crossed my path.
In all those years, I hoped someone would just stick a knife in me, and finish this earthly torment.

Then, Gemma entered the scene.

For the first time, in all those torturous years, the sun finally broke through.
The darkness lifted, literally over night.
The health issues, that required so much medication, departed the scene.
The heavenly warmth of true love, was taking away all of the anger and torment that had accumulated over so many years.

No longer, would Poneze, attempt to leave this plane of existence.

It was no longer, just a mere existence, it was life!
Life, had finally come to these bones of mine.


You and I, are blessed souls, for we have experienced the lowest point in our lives, and been lifted, with love, to the highest point.

I am sure that we are among many who have the same life experiences. Surely, this type of experience has given us a deeper appreciation of the pain that others feel, when their hearts are broken.

One thing is for sure, I shall do all that is within my power, never to harm another living soul, be they Animal - or Human.

If only we could feel for one another's pain, we would surely experience something of heaven's glory.

I have been a Zoo, all of my years. Being in a city, kept me away from the ones I truly loved. Such a tyranny of distance, is an evil thing, finally surmounted by the independence that comes of early adulthood.
There are so many, who are true Zoos, but are isolated from the ones they love.

I pray that they too, will experience true love, as they are united with the gentle souls who have always held their hearts.



Take care, and may you always be blessed with the love of those who hold a place in your heart.


Best wishes,


Poneze, kneeling in praise of the gentle souls who have granted the greatest of gifts - - LOVE .

*sigh* HR. I dont know how many times I can explain this before it sinks in. Saying "kidding" afterwards doesnt convince me.

Yes, I have heard ALL the arguements, yes, kids start earlier than before etc. etc.

Bottom line is; zoo's are hated all over the world. Do we really need more heat by having the anti-zoo's thinking that we condone pedophilia too?

So I am appealing to your common sense; stop the sarcasm. If you continue this, it will only lead to sorrow for you, and for the ones in here that appreciate your posts.

LadyR

LadyRottweiler : Again my apologize - it wasnt my intesion to cause trouble or any kind of bad vibes.

I know very much how much despised we are by ourselfs and our society, there is no need to remind me of it.

Again my apologize, ill back up from answeres like the last one. It ws written hastly and overrushed.


2 : No matter how often i read your story it allways touches me deep inside! I cant imagine how mucht this all must have hurt you, its completly beyond my imaginenation. But like i said the last time, it would have been more then just a loss to the world if Bear wouldnt been there for you!
I know i could have never went through all of this the way you did!

Thank You all for writing. LoL But please watch the lang and content regarding [CENSOR] or teen. I had no intentions of going this way. So please feel free to tell about your experience however please do follow the rules. Once again Thank You all

Hi to LadyR!

Thanks for watching over us and helping us with our mistakes, god knows I would make a couple more if no guidance were offered... too shy to post, the first thing I did here was read all the rules. I fell in love with you guys just reading the rules!


---2---: Thank you for sharing your story, and how important for all of us that it had a happy ending. I treasure your posts and those of the others, I love you all for being who you are.

I've a couple secrets to share, for your reading pleasure.

One of my best friends sold me a horse that had a peculiar habit -- when the day's work was over and he got back home, he would get a big hard-on. Maybe he was happy to be home, I don't know.

Someone looked at that and remarked, "Man, you've got to clean that thing!"

Huh? No one had bothered to tell me.

Well, they showed me how to clean him...

Still, the poor guy was only getting cleaned once every few months or so. I think it was about the 3rd or 4th time, my hand was up in there sliding over this big hot slippery penis, and he started to get hard.

Well, I'm looking around for someone to blame, but can't find anyone. Washing and handling that giant penis was just too much for me to handle. I fell in love with it. This was a long, long, time ago. But you might be interested to know, the last time I helped him have a little orgasm was about 30 minutes ago. Back to the story...

About that time the horse started kicking his belly. I asked some friends, what does that mean? They said, oooh, maybe he is colicking (is sick). You better watch out (he wasn't colicking).

The horse was trying to masturbate and wanted me to rub his penis. The only thing I didn't know, was how badly he wanted it. One day I decided to grab it, just to feel it when it was hard. Of course it felt great, and it was clear he loved the attention.

Now, whose fault was that? His or mine? If my horse is begging for his penis to be rubbed, and I rub it, and he loves it, and I love it... what harm is being done? Needless to say, after that, his penis stayed clean all the time, from being caressed lovingly every day. I know it's funny, you can laugh...

But that was not the end of it. It had this delicious smell also.

Now, I had never, never tasted a penis in my life. Never. But I wanted to try it so bad... mind you, this was before I had seen even one "instructional video." Not a single one. I was so hot for him, and he for me... I couldn't resist.

This became a total addiction for me. I have done this well over a thousand times. After about a year I learned how to make him come. After another year I had him coming twice a day, and then his legs started to give out, he would fall asleep and crash to the ground. I felt we were overdoing it, even though we both loved it and lived for it, I backed off a little so he could regain some strength.

He had always liked his butt played with, he is a real sucker for having his butt licked, that's one of his big joys in life... one day I started to contemplate if I could get in there. He seemed to enjoy a finger or two. I looked at things and decided it might be possible.

You would get a big laugh if you could have seen me hanging off the rails of the fence, or standing on a hillside, trying to get tall enough to reach him. I tried and tried for a long time and was finally convinced it was just not possible. On these occasions, he would stand waiting patiently for me. He is never restrained in any way. The only things we do are the things he likes.

One more look at the equipment convinced me it was physically possible, but that I needed some height. There was a plastic milk crate ("Misuse Subject to Prosecution") in the shed but I was refusing to try it because I was afraid I would succeed (and therefore join the ranks, which was scary), and also because I thought it was "unnatural." (He He) :lol:

It was June 2, 2003. My very good friend was driving me home from a veterinary conference which had lasted until about midnight. While driving home for 2 hours I kept getting the feeling, tonight is the night. She dropped me off at home, it was a nice night, warm and quiet and dark. It was the perfect night. My horse was very happy to see me, as always.

Becuase I'd stopped writing down our adventures as soon as they turned sexual, my memories of that night are somewhat incomplete, but of course there is one part that will probably remain crystal-clear in my mind for the rest of my life, and I'd like to share that with the folks here.

By then it seemed we had rehearsed the moment a hundred times. We were both ready. We were both very aroused. It was one of those moments when you might say magic was in the air. He stood quietly while I placed the milk crate on the ground behind his back legs. I'd never, never, done anything like this before.

It didn't take long. He was totally receptive. I believe he knew what I was doing, and made no objection. My first impression was, it felt a little bit different than I'd imagined. But I will never forget the first time I knocked on Heaven's door.

When it was all over I stayed with him and hugged him for a long time. About a year's worth of tension had been released. To my surprise I actually felt good about having actually done it. I had joined the ranks.

The next day, I felt fine.

Since that day one of the greatest things to ever happen to me was finding this group.


All of my love to you. You guys are all great!

Now then, I wonder if the guys at the dairy think I am misusing their milk crate, or if they are also using them for the same thing?


Easy



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"The best thing for the inside of a man is the outside of a horse"

--- Lord Palmerston

Again you have amazed me --2--, it's sooo good to have ya here!

I've always been a zoo somewhere deep inside of me. I still remember how I felt for my dad's gsd. When I became sexualy active I've always felt attracted to dogs. Can't block it out of my mind and don't want to betray myself!

I myself have suffered teasing and abuse but nothing compared to you ---2---, my heart goesout to you.

How did i get into zoo? Well a varity of things.

One thing that pushed me to animals is that is was picked on and teased in school, never had many freinds and was always shouted at if something went missing, something broke, etc at home. Due to this I couldnt trust humans and animals seemed the only ones who understood me.
As a young teenager, i was very horny and was on the net on things i shouldnt have been. I was into all kinds off things. And one day (about 6 years ago) i stumbled across a pic of a dog having sex with a man and i clicked. So I done some research and discovered what i liked was called bestiality/zoophilia. I have always had a special bond with animals but never thought of this.
After this I reaslised after some more research i would have to keep my feelings secret and to this day the only people who know about me are the people here!

I think the part of us that make us zoophiles is there from when we're born, its what happens in our lives than determain weather it remains deep inside us, never to be released, or weather it is released and makes us zoo's.

How did I start well I can remember every detail even though it was over 50 years ago. I was working a two horse team at the time and was really fascinated when I saw the mare winking at me. I knew what it meant and it didn't take me long to get behind her with my erection at the ready.
Anyone who wants the whole story can send me an email via this site and maybe I will post the full story later :rolleyes:

Thank You all once again for sharing your moments. Isn't it amazing how we all know a huge thing of eachothers lives however we have never met. But we all share that 1 great thing. ThankYou all.

To The_Doc: Thanks for providing a chance to tell our stories...


Hi Edmond,

Of course we would all love to hear your story too.

I tried e-mailing you, but it didn't work.

A beautiful mare winked at me also, asking me to come to her. We had been friends. I massaged her haunches but was too shy to go into her stall and my one opportunity was lost because I was not ready to respond.



Easy

My first experance was observing others from a hiding place in a hay barn with a frend. Later on I was introduced to k9 sex by a neighbor. This and a few other incounters was my introduction to what at that time was called bestiality. Later on, when I aquired my first Irish Setter, I started having sex with her during her first heat and I was hooked. Over the years I had sex with most of my female dogs. After discovering the web I realized that I was not the only one that really loved their animals. It was then that I realized the difference between bestiality and zoophilia, and that I was a zoo.

What made me know that I was a zoo was when I realized that your pet would give you unconditional love without asking for anything more than equal love in return. I found this out when I left home to go to work at my first career exercising racehorses. I was living and working on a horse farm in Fresno, California. My boss and his wife had gone to a horse show, leaving me to take care of the horses. They had a 5 year old Lab who was very horney. He really enjoyed jumping on my leg and humping the leg. When he did that, I noticed that
his prick when hard was about 8 inches long and about 1 1/2 inch across. The knot was about 3 inches across when it became hard. With everyone gone, I took the
dog into the tack room, (the room where we kept the saddles and bridles), stripped naked, and got down on all fours in front of the dog. I thought he would
control himself and be gentle with me because I was a virgin. (I don't know what made me think that). With me in front of him, he smelled me and licked me a
couple of times. That made him real horney, and he got hard and he jumped on me with such force that he almost nocked me down. He was jabbing so fast
and hard that he kept missing the hole. After about 10 jabs missing it, he finally connected. When he penetrated me, he pushed himself in so hard and fast
that it was a shock to me. It kind of hurt and I thought he was going to push it in far enough to come out my belly. After a few thrusts, his knot swelled up
inside of me, and I thought he was going to tear me up. But after a few minutes, the pain went away and it felt pretty good. After he came inside of me, he couldn't get out because the knot was still swolen. He stayed there for awhile and then he tried to dismount. He was still stuck inside so he managed to turn around so we were rear to rear. Finally after around 30 minutes or so, the swelling went down and he withdrew himself. Afterwords, we rolled around on the floor like a
couple of love struck pups. After that, when my boss came back home, I would secretly take the dog out to the barn late at night, after everybody went to bed. We both enjoyed several years of this fun.
;)