I started seeing this guy and after a few dates I went back to his place for the inevitable shagfest. 😝
Anyway I knew he had a dog - not a problem I like dogs and have one myself.
On entering his abode the dog was extremely excited and pounced at me. She would not leave me alone jumping all over me climbing on the back of the sofa, standing on my head and licking my face. I was already thinking “get me the fk out of here” but then he started talking to the dog in third person and referring to himself as “daddy”. I could practically feel my ovaries recoiling.
Dog was not calming down so we retreated to the bedroom with dog locked safely in the lounge. I thought “cool let the shenanigans commence”. Which they did. All good and previous thoughts if the incestuous daddy/dog patter were pushed to the back of my mind.
After a few hours of how’s yer father I was feeling quite smug indeed and drifting off into a peaceful sleep when suddenly “crash, bang, wallop” the mutt was released from the lounge and allowed into the bedroom. No prior discussion on this. I was then subjected to around 30 minutes of the dog jumping all over me and general chaos. The ick was resurfacing with the endless “daddy” patter and having the dog either stood on my head or attempting to lick my face.
But then the last straw occurred. The dog started to lick with vigour and enthusiasm the hands of my new beau. Hands that had not long been all over and well in my … (Read between the lines here folks I’m sure you catch my drift). All the time being ENCOURAGED by him.
I was mortified. I felt sick. I can’t bear licky pet sounds as it is but the fkn dog was licking my fanjo juice off his hands.
I made a feeble excuse about leaving saying there had been some incident at home and practically ran out of the door.
Im not being unreasonable here am I?
Please if anyone can offer some perspective here it would be most welcome.
I feel violated !