Furry Friends 4

"You know, Rex, I've been thinking," Janice said, stroking her dog's glossy fur as he lounged at her feet. She paused, her hand resting on his broad, muscular neck. "There's something I've always been curious about."

Rex's ears perked up at the sound of his name. His dark eyes met hers, full of innocence and love. Janice took a deep breath, feeling a peculiar thrill building in the pit of her stomach. At 47, she'd had her fair share of experiences, but there was one taboo she hadn't yet crossed. Her heart raced as she leaned closer to her furry companion. "I've heard stories, you know," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. "Stories about... certain things."

The room felt heavy with unspoken desire as Janice stood up, her body moving almost on its own. She approached the dog slowly, her hand sliding down his back to the base of his tail. Rex's tail wagged slightly, sensing something was different. Janice felt her pulse quicken as she reached down and gently took hold of his sheath, feeling the warmth and firmness beneath it. She'd never touched him like this before, and the sensation was both strange and exhilarating.

Her eyes never leaving Rex's, Janice began to massage his sheath with a gentle pressure, feeling his ...