February 9th, 2014
Tonight was very interesting. My buddy Mez came over with a friend of his who owned and wore a fursuit. We were going to the Sunday furry karaoke party later that night at the Silver Fox and his friend brought his fursuit up with him. His buddy went into my room and changed into the suit, and then called us in.
I was greeted to a welcoming sight of a large German Shepherd with open arms on my bed waiting for me. I wasted no time in climbing on the bed and melting into his soft furry arms. The feeling of them holding me was so comforting, I felt safe, like a giant security blanket or a teddy bear that could hug back. I remembered times when I was a little kid, crying and feeling insecure, wishing that my stuffed animals could comfort me, well this was like all of those wishes coming true at once.
I felt my stress melt away as I hugged him close, the big furry paws rubbing my back, gentle and sweet. The masculinity of the snarling face, coupled with his sweet and friendly personality, and flirtatious nature was a welcomed and cherished new turn on. As I hugged this big furry German Shepherd I wanted him to dominate me sensually, I wanted him to tie me up and hold me. I wanted to fall asleep in his warm arms. I even wanted him to make love to me, gently, sweetly. I am legitimately turned on by a fursuit, and even though I was unsure of how I felt about it before, I knew that right now the moments I spent in his cuddly embrace, I loved every second of it and have no shame of wanting more.
Play Safe Dear Reader
