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There are all kinds of poodles, including toys and miniatures, but there was never an animal to match Gail Rice’s elegant standard poodle. Her dog, Pierre, stood tall and regal, always holding its beautiful head proudly erect. He was one of the largest poodles Gail had ever seen, and his long soft curls were as white as driven snow.
Gail had owned the beautiful animal for seven years, and since the first day her father had brought Pierre home as a birthday gift, it had always slept on the foot of her bed. Occasionally, on cold winter nights, she even took him under the covers with her so she could cuddle up against his furry body to keep warm.
Gail was an exceptionally attractive blonde, and while she was still technically a virgin, she thoroughly enjoyed it when she and her boyfriend, Jerry, intimately fondled each others bodies. Her parents had gone to visit some friends this evening and she was impatiently waiting for Jerry to arrive. As the time slowly dragged by, Pierre lay at her feet on the carpet.
When the doorbell rang, Gail quickly answered it.
“Hi, honey,” she said, taking his hand and leading him over to the sofa where she’d been sitting.
“Well, what do you feel like doing?” he asked, sitting down beside her.
“You know,” she giggled, resting the palm of her hand on the big hard lump in his crotch.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.