Australia condemns Japan for whale hunt - Asia-Pacific - Al Jazeera English

Australia condemns Japan for whale hunt - Asia-Pacific - Al Jazeera English

I AM SO HAPPY TO READ THIS!
 GO AUSTRALIA!  Sea Shepherd's methodologies might sometimes elicit an unpleasant response within for various reasons, but their message is 100% valid.  WHALING NEEDS TO STOP! PERIOD!  Thank you to SSCS for bringing attention to this cause and for directly intervening with the Japanese whaling fleet.  IT'S RIDICULOUS!  I did my research. I've been to the Japanese site, www.icrwhale.org (Japan's faux-scientific "Institute for Cetacean Research", the figurehead which attempts (and fails miserably) to justify whaling in the Southern Ocean Whale Sanctuary (SOWS).  The IWC Moratorium exists for a reason and this pathetic attempt to justify the murder of our oceanic counterparts is sick and wrong.
The "scientific research" argument is a farce.  With the exception of a vast minority of proposed reasons, almost all of the reasons Japan gives for needing to "harvest" whales in the SOWS could be accomplished without killing the animals!  It is such bullshit, just like the circus act of the IWC in general.  *facepalm*   This shit is so tired.  I hate this and there is NO JUSTIFICATION FOR THE KILLING OF GREAT WHALES -- OR ANY CETACEAN FOR THAT MATTER!

RE: Where Are All The Vegetarian Zoosexuals? (and ending animal slaughter)

I was reading an article on Vivid Random Existence, one of my favorite animal rights and zoosexuality awareness blogs.  The author is extremely intelligent and passionately articulate in conveying both wisdom and sentiment on these and related subjects.  The following entry caught my eye this afternoon:
"Where Are All The Vegetarian Zoosexuals? (and ending animal slaughter)".  Here's a link to the full article:
http://vividrandomexistence.wordpress.com/2011/12/05/where-are-all-the-vegetarian-zoosexuals

*Raises hand*
As a vegetarian and animal rights activist (with a side of zoosexuality, of course!), advocating for "meat" animals is an issue I am very passionate about.
I would reprint the full entry here, but I do not have the Author's permission, so please consult the above link if you'd like more background on the following.
One of the comments evoked a pretty substantial reaction from me.  I've decided to share the comment here, and then share my reply.

Q: "So what would happen is everyone suddenly became a vegetarian? What about the billions of farm animals? Surely their population would increase significantly if we don’t keep it in check anymore, we’ve gotten to a point where we have so many animals used for food that we just can’t turn back. You only think about short term effects."


A: What would happen?  Let's see.  All of the systematically devalued, hellaciously tortured, artificially inseminated, hormone-filled, genetically engineered, antibiotic-laden suffering of BILLIONS of animals every year would end. CAFO's (Concentrated Animal Farming Operations, a nice, neat, sanitized term for nonhuman animal concentration camps; Dante's Inferno for the poor beings imprisoned there); animals forced to grow too fast to support their own weight; pigs going insane, imprisoned in metal cages without room to move; dairy cows hooked to pumps after they have their first pregnancy, pumped full of hormones to make more milk; sucked dry for a few years and then sent to slaughter when they're spent; sows impregnated over and over and never getting to nurture their own piglets, male piglets having their testes ripped off with no anesthetic; weak newborn piglets "thumped" against the floor (workers hold their feet and swing them, smashing their heads into the concrete floor, then toss them into trash bins -- many still alive, piled among a sea of their bloody, dying, writhing brothers and sisters... calves and lambs boarded up in boxes to keep their meat 'tender' (excuse me while I wretch)...and the worst, most horrific torture chamber of death and debilitation of all: that inflicted upon chickens and turkeys.  Poultry species are abused worse than any other 'meat animal' ever.  Broken bones are a given; living in total darkness is the new standard; in a closed warehouse-like building without so much as a glimpse outdoors -- to keep them calm, the 'growers' chant -- hock burns and burning lungs and eyes from standing -- if they can still stand -- on a 'floor' of inches of their own acrid excrement; trampled and crushed under the suffocating weight of their specially-engineered kin...and if a lame bird is found, they are bashed to death with metal poles, left to flop around in an excruciating death before being mercilessly hurled into waste bins.  At transport time, these birds are chucked into cramped transport cages like some kind of sick, twisted ballgame...all this would end.  And what would become of these animals?  Considering the extremely unnatural means for replicating them and keeping them alive long enough to make them sizable enough to send to their deaths, the solution would be to care for those still living for the end of their days...and STOP "GROWING" [breeding] MORE MORE OF THEM.  Yep, to the good ol' meat industry, these suffering beings not even acknowledged as living animals.  You "grow" chickens in industry terms, not raise them.  More nice words to deflect the sickness of the CAFO death houses, far removed from the horrors that go on there.
Did you know that 70% of all the antibiotics manufactured today go into keeping these sick, immunocompromised, poisoned, deformed, suffering creatures alive?  The whole industrialization and veiled "prettifying" of 'meat production' is awful on every level in my opinion.
Oh, and before you ask, yes --  I am absolutely thinking long-term. The number one contributor to greenhouse gasses is the livestock industry!  Not to mention all the nitrogen-overloaded waste these 'operations' produce -- polluting our waterways and suffocating the aquatic animals who live there (algae thrive on animal waste and consume all the oxygen in the water and fish asphyxiate in the water...and then all the species who eat fish starve, too).  We're killing them; we're killing ourselves and this industry is indefensible and ethically reprehensible!  Joe neighbor can flip out about animal abuse because someone hits their dog, but farm animals, that's different!  Hush hush, the "food animals" can suffer, they're just a commodity, right? Speciesism is so very, very, willfully ignorant.
These frankenfood factories need to stop.  If we all went vegetarian, every single mouth in the WORLD could be fed.  The amount of grain, water and land required to 'produce' a pound of beef is staggering.  Don't believe me? Do some research.  You'll see for yourself.

Okay, rant over.

Torture, Murder, Mutilation -- A U.S. Killer (or killers) Is Torturing/Murdering dolphins! POOR BABIES! :(

I just read this:

Violent Dolphin Deaths Baffle US Scientists


I can't deal.  I am so .... just sickened and horrified and ... I really fucking hate people sometimes! *cries*
Can't say much more than...my heart is breaking and I feel powerless and threw up when I first read the article.

Please, think, pray, send love and light and positive thoughts to the dolphins in US waters.  Please.

DelphiGirl Draws...V

New Delphisex Art! :)

Hmm...am I improving or deteriorating? *ponders*  I sure wish you sweet souls who visit my humble little blog would comment and let me know what you think? *makes poutyface; blinks puppy eyes at you* ;)


Lots of love from Delphine <3

Three Whales Singing In Harmony -- BEAUTIFUL!

I wept with deep feeling in response to the power and beauty of the incredible whalesong made by three whales!  The Oceania Project and iWhales.org rock, by the way. ;)

A Call From The Heart: Whale Song

This is so moving, I don't even have adequate words.  Listen, be awestruck, hear and remember.

Personalized 3D Art: Wolfietoyou Made This Image For Me! So Sweet!

My friend Lee made this piece for me based on my physical description and artwork! How amazing!  Admittedly, my breasts have been generously augmented, but that's fine with me! ^_^
I am so grateful.  Isn't he amazing with graphic design?  Thanks, Wolfie!


Love from Delphine <3

Beautiful 3D Artwork Made For Me By My New Friend, Wolfietoyou!

I wish to share this exquisite graphic design picture, made for me by my new friend Wolfietoyou:

Absolutely beautiful! <3

Georgia Aquarium; SeaWorld Apply For NOAA Permit To Import 18 Wild-Caught Beluga Whales From Russia: First U.S. Import of Cetaceans Since 1993? :(

If you're a cetacean advocate, you are likely aware of this NOAA permit application: 

"Summary:
Notice is hereby given that the Georgia Aquarium Inc., 225 Baker Street, Atlanta, GA 30313, has applied in due form for a permit to import eighteen (18) beluga whales (Delphinapterus leucas) for public display purposes."

The Marine Mammal Protection Act makes exceptions for aquariums in the acquisition of  "stock."  Boasting of allegedly-wonderful captive breeding programs (don't even get me started), most of the large aquaria have gloated that wild-capture and import of cetaceans ceased ~19 years ago is no longer necessary.  Until now.  Beluga whales are considered a rare species and very little sightings have been observed because they are not big 'breachers'.  They may spy-hop from time to time, but they definitely aren't jumping afficionados.  They are primarily an arctic species.  Since 2006, several Delphinapterus leucas communities, drawn to the Sea Of Okhotsk, Russia, during the salmon spawn season, have been shattered by a series of captures. Apparently, the marine center there began these captures under the purported guise of seeing how feasible it was to capture them.  Fair enough; several were fitted with transponders and some of the belugas' territory has now been mapped.  I don't know though. Just like Georgia Aquarium's justification/PR video regarding their import permit request (see below), we learn that it is marine park money motivating the projects.  I strongly suspect that the monetary clout of the world's seaquaria were behind this whole thing in some fashion. When I'm less emotional, I will do some more research and see if I can find out.

This 2-part, propaganda-style 'documentary' depicts the beluga captures in Russia -- in a sanitized, romanticized presentation.  Well, that's the vibe that myself and a good number of other cetacean rights activists sensed, anyway. What do you think?  Decide for yourself:

To me, honestly, this reminds me of Nazi propaganda films shown to German civilians depicting how good life was for those sent to the concentration [ahem! "work" ] / death camps, depicting smiling, happy families at a "cafe" on the premises when in reality there was no such thing...those sent to the camps were sent to immeasurable trauma, horror and often sadistically protracted deaths.  Propaganda at it's finest?  Attempting to garner public approval by making things look all beautified?  I want to vomit!

What does the permit's principle applicant, Georgia Aquarium, have to say?  Oh, yes...I forgot to mention that part.  The EIGHTEEN belugas aren't all destined to remain in Georgia.  Oh, no...they will be sent to a total of 5 aquaria, 3 of which are each of the U.S. SeaWorld parks (big surprise. *sigh* ).
The following is an excerpt from NOAA's permit record (Full PDF available on the Federal Action page related to this permit):

"SUPPLEMENTARY INFORMATION:
The subject permit is requested under the authority of the Marine Mammal Protection Act of 1972, as amended (MMPA; 16 U.S.C. 1361 et seq.) and the regulations governing the taking and importing of marine mammals (50 CFR part 216). Georgia Aquarium requests authorization to import 18 wild caught beluga whales from the Utrish Marine Mammal Research Station in Russia to the United States for the purpose of
public display. All 18 beluga whales were collected in Sakhalin Bay of the Sea of Okhotsk in 2006, 2010, and 2011.  Approximately six (6) animals would be transported to the Georgia Aquarium facility in Atlanta, GA, and the remaining animals would be transported to four other U.S. partner facilities; Sea World of Florida, Sea World of Texas, Sea World of California, and Shedd Aquarium pursuant to breeding loans.
Georgia Aquarium and its U.S. partners are: (1) Open to the public on regularly scheduled basis with access that is not limited or restricted other than by charging for an admission fee; (2) offer conservation and educational programs based on professionally accepted standards of the Alliance of MarineMammal Parks and Aquariums and the Association of Zoos and Aquariums; and (3) hold Exhibitor’s Licenses by the U.S. Department of Agriculture under the Animal Welfare Act (7 U.S.C. 2131–59). In addition to determining whether the applicant meets the three public display criteria, NMFS must determine whether the applicant has demonstrated that the proposed activity is humane and does not represent any unnecessary risks to the health and welfare of marine mammals; that the proposed activity by itself, or in combination with other activities, will not likely have a significant adverse impact on the species or stock; and that the applicant’s expertise, facilities and resources are adequate to accomplish successfully the objectives and activities stated in the application."

As for the comments on the actual NOAA notice, I am pleased to report that so far the comments are unanimous:  WE DO NOT WANT THIS! :(  And yes, I added my own.
Now the question is, will the powers-that-be (and the money exchange and projected profits for the aquaria in question) listen to us?

Here's Georgia Aquarium's Justification/PR Video:

I am so appalled. The claims in this video... DISGUSTING AND MANIPULATIVE! :(

Where to begin:
Appealing at the hearts regarding their oh-so-heroic rescue of their first belugas. Sweet story, but not justification for the acquisition of more animals.
Need animals in captivity in order to learn more about them in the wild. IMPOSSIBLE!  The majority of the world's leading cetacean researchers (non-corporate-affiliated) say that very little can be learned about these beings in captivity which correlates to their behavior in the wild.  An artificial environment, complete with supplemental medications in an attempt to minimize the horrific trauma these animals endure in captivity; their behavior is NOT what it is in the wild; they are in chemically-treated waters...ETC. ETC. ETC.
Discuss how endangered and rare the animals are, but then justify taking them from a 'robust population' -- make up your mind!
Oh and my favorite?  94% of Americans agree with your program?  Oh really?  I'd like to see the distribution and actual data you crunched to come up with that figure.  LOOK AT THE NOAA COMMENTS!  I would say they are DIAMETRICALLY OPPOSED to the figures you presented.  Comment after comment are appeals NOT to import these animals from Okhutsk,  Nice try.
 -- ok I realize anyone arriving at this blog is likely part of the choir I'm preaching to... so I will stop.  I just find this so fucking disgusting.

I am just so messed up about this.  I feel physically ill and devastated for the plight of these magnificent beings who belong wild and free.  The whole "stock" term and "breeding loans" and all the talk like these animals are objects or property or -- I just...I have no words.
I pray with every fiber of my being that this does not happen...but then, the question remains:  What will the Okhotsk facility do?  Will they stop these captures?  I wish the Cetacean Bill Of Rights proposed by Dr. White ("In Defense Of Dolphins" author and head scientist for the Wild Dolphin Project) will one day be ratified and all of these prisons will be eradicated forever!

I am a very, very distressed delphigirl. :(

RE: Dr. Ridgway's Talking Whale - Malcolm Brenner's Blog Entry 10/26/12

I received permission from Malcolm Brenner to share this entry.  Please visit his blog and share support.  He is an amazing advocate for cetaceans and zoophiles alike: Visit Malcolm Brenner's Wet Goddess Blog

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Dr. Ridgway’s talking whale

This is either Bella or Lugosi, the two beluga whales at the Vancouver Public Aquarium when I visited in the early 1970′s.

I will admit, right off the bat, that I have not read the original, peer-reviewed article “Spontaneous human speech mimicry by a cetacean” in the latest issue of Current Biology.  The magazine wants $31.50 to buy just that one story, and while I am all for supporting such worthy efforts it is not within my modest means to do so.  So at least for the time being, I must rely on the accounts in the popular press.  The first one I read, by  Jennifer Viegas in Discovery News, concluded with the following lines:
The findings open up the possibility of teaching white whales how to speak, but that effort might not be worthwhile, Ridgway suggests.
“They readily learn,” he said. “I think they could be taught many sounds. I do not know that teaching speech would be scientifically worthwhile.”
As I read that last sentence, a series of strange feelings passed over me in rapid succession.  One was anger.  Another was sheer astonishment at the lack of imagination displayed.  And finally, a pervasive and disheartening sense of futility.
I think the anger came from seeing something of profound value to me tossed aside by someone who was in a position to exploit it but chose not to essentially because of a prejudice.  The prejudice being, of course, against the whale; that the whale had nothing to say and was simply making human noises to amuse itself and startle the occasional innocent diver in its tank.
Dolly, the dolphin who courted me, worked very hard to get me to mimic her for just a few minutes.  When I finally mastered the sound she’d been trying to teach me all along, she went nuts, splashing around her pen and throwing water into the air.  Ridgway had a beluga who TRIED TO COMMUNICATE WITH HIM FOR FOUR YEARS, and aside from recording its sounds on a sonograph to prove his “fish story,” Ridgway didn’t investigate further.
From my point of view, infuriating.

At the New York City Aquarium in the early 1970′s.

It’s funny, but one of the accusations leveled against zoosexuals like me is that we “can’t get consent from our partners.”  Of course, this is utter bilge, because female animals in estrus have many ways of showing consent, the most obvious and last of which is letting the males successfully mount them!  But our intentions aren’t to harm or even discomfort our partners.  I think I can honestly say most zoosexuals I’m aware of are at least as concerned with their non-human partners’ pleasure as most normally sexed humans are.
You know who else really can’t get consent from their partners?  SCIENTISTS.  In fact, the whole idea of getting consent from experimental animals is preposterous… white rats signing release forms?… EXCEPT IN THE CASE OF CETACEANS.  Apparently whatever kind of science Ridgway wants to practice is independent of the cooperation of the research subject.  Or the research subject is coerced into performing.  Don’t think a captive dolphin or whale (a beluga is actually a large white dolphin species) doesn’t know which side its fish are buttered on!
How could Ridgway’s science NOT benefit from being able to talk to a whale?  Think about the kind of experiments that would be possible from a cooperative, informed subject!  I have heard it said that the foundations of the process for scientific inquiry into a subject were laid largely by William of Occam, based on the principles of interrogation established by the Spanish Inquisition.  I do not know if this is true, but Ridgway’s uninformed, unimaginative and narrow-minded comment makes me afraid it is.
Furthermore, I wonder why Ridgway waited almost 30 years to publish.  (OK, I admit that’s like the pot calling the kettle black but he was publishing a scientific paper, not a tell-all autobiographical novel. I wrote, and threw away, several drafts of Wet Goddess before I found one that worked.)
Viegas writes, At the time, Ridgway presented the news at a scientific conference, but the work was not funded and became lost in the research shuffle until more recently, when colleagues encouraged him to publish the data.
Is this the crux of the matter, then?  Did Ridgway actually want to study the vocalizations of NOC (as the whale was known) but find himself frustrated by a lack of funding?  What does “became lost in the research shuffle” mean?  Who’s to blame for this shortcoming of science?  Could it be… JOHN C. LILLY, M.D.?
What, I ask myself, is unique about Ridgway’s observations?  Didn’t Lilly (and his often uncredited research assistant Margaret Howe) record hours of tape and miles of sonograph paper charting subjects like Elvar and Peter Dolphin trying to learn English?
Maybe several things it turns out.   First, NOC’s vocalizations were spontaneous.  Lilly’s dolphins were conditioned, rewarded for vocalizing by getting to socialize with the trainer, not with fish.  Second, Ridgway is a recognized marine biologist; Lilly was an M.D. specializing in neurochemistry and brain probing before getting into human-dolphin communication.  Third, Ridgway got published in Current Biology; because he wasn’t a marine biologist, Lilly had to publish the reports of  his attempted language acquisition studies in the Journal of the Acoustical Society of America, where they were easily overlooked by mainstream biologists.
And finally, I feel a sense of futility because I remember how fast I progressed with Dolly and I think about Ridgway having NOC for the four years that he tried to speak to us and, and I feel envious.  I wonder what I could have accomplished in that time, and whether it would even have meant anything to scientists like Ridgway.

At the Vancouver Public Aquarium, early 1970′s.

Tags: beluga, Discovery, dolphins, interspecies communications, John C. Lilly, Ridgway, whale, white

This entry was posted on Thursday, October 25th, 2012 at 11:51 am.

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Okay, now on to my thoughts. In short? I agree with Mr. Brenner. I will elaborate on my sentiments when I am better able to articulate them.  Today has been a difficult day.
To Mr. Brenner:  Thank you for continuing to raise awareness about these very important issues. I am grateful for your courage and tenacity; wisdom and works.

And Now For Something Completely Different: In Defense Of Dolphins

When I established this blog, two issues seemed equally urgent: to make this place a celebration of the callings of my mind, body and spirit with respect to my rare but not singular sexuality, but also -- and more importantly -- to advocate and humbly attempt to perhaps educate others regarding the beautiful, brilliant dolphins and cetaceans in general.  If I am to express the full breadth and depth of my heart and soul here, it is imperative that I share many of the reasons I feel such a strong connection with and passion for the rights of these exquisite and exceptional creatures.  To convey my learnings and beliefs in this arena, I will be sharing and reflecting on the works and words of respected academics, researchers and wise souls who have dedicated their lives to understanding and advocating for cetaceans.  I hope you will stay with me and learn something and share this knowledge with others.  Dolphins and whales are our marine counterparts -- and while it may threaten or otherwise repel many people, I personally believe that they are our superiors.  May we all come to know, love and respect them as the autonomous, individual, self-aware and complex nonhuman persons they so clearly are, and make theirs a better, freer and safer world.  In doing so, we celebrate not only the richness and diversity of other intelligent beings, but we also bless and advance ourselves in the process.

I have also added an RSS News Feed to this blog for dolphin, whale and cetacean news.

Delphigirl Draws... IV

Here is my most recent erotic artwork.

Beautiful Footage Of Nude Woman With Dolphin

This is so beautiful, and it is rumored that they did in fact make love. So precious! <3

More Beautiful Erotic Art From My Dear Vadora...I Am Awestruck!

I am in awe of your artistic skills, dear friend!  Thank you from my heart!

Another Set Of Drawings By My Dearly Loved Friend, Vadora

So amazing!  I admit, I LOL'd at the expression on the fish! ^_^

Male Dolphin Seeks Sexual Intimacy With Woman: Ohh, To Be She!

This video footage always makes my heart throb with unrequited desire...and of course, I also laugh with the giggling female diver. :) Watching this exquisite, virile dolphin excites me on every level.  His intense sexual interest and efforts (remarkably gentle but definitely persistent!) to court this woman and make love with her cause a tightening deep within and a palpable ache within my sex, matching that within my heart.  For me this would be such a joyous, humbling, beautiful and sacred union!  Seeing his obvious need and eager desire... I so yearn to be with him and open myself and let him enter me -- mind, body and spirit.

DelphiGirl Draws Delphisex III: A Work In Progress (Current Working Draft)

I have put a considerable amount of work into this erotic drawing since I submitted it last.  Here is my current working draft:

A few thoughts...

I've given this idea some more thought, and I am going to remove some of the stories I've posted here.  I thought of making a comprehensive list of delphinic erotica, but I have to admit that my heart just doesn't resonate with some of the material.  I tend to be repulsed by the emotionless "use" of animals for pleasure (i.e., no love; just a kinky sex desire).   As a zoophile, my love for nonhuman animals is not based solely on the erotic elements of interspecies relationships.  I genuinely respect and revere nonhuman animals as much as I would a human mate, and I would never want to seek sexual gratification with no connection.  Because of this, I really feel sad when reading most delphinic erotica.  Some works have even caused me to wince and feel repulsed.  I've decided, therefore, to only to share works which resonate somehow with me.  Fair enough, right? After all, it's my blog and my prerogative!

Another beautiful picture by Vadora, this one hand-drawn:

Delphisex III: A Draft I'm Working On; Inspired By Friend's Art Advice :)

A DZ friend's advice:  Work in pencil and show larger genitalia! LOL!  Well, it's a start anyway. ;)

Sharing Graphic Design Art Piece From A Friend (Woman With Dolphins Underwater)

A zoo friend recently shared the following graphic design creations with me and I LOVE THEM! <3  He gave me permission to share them here.  Enjoy! ;)

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Oh God I wish...

DelphiGirl Draws Delphisex II

The following work was inspired by a set of four rare and precious photographs which  show a woman and male dolphin making love.  Oh, to be she who has experienced this divine pleasure!

Common Plain -- An Old-School Delphisex Story [Erotica from 1989]

Each day the woman would walk by the pool.  Once in the
morning and again  in the evening on her way to and from her
office.  She had been working at  the aquarium for the past six
months and enjoyed the perks that her job  offered.  The environ-
ment was so exciting, so many interesting people, and  so many
interesting things to see and do. 
 
Each day she would stop and admire the grace and beauty of
the Dolphins as  they swam in their tank.  On some days these
graceful creatures would  spontaneously display their mastery
over the water in the form of playful  leaps and rolls. 
 
That is, all but one. 
 
The big male would always remain at a distance.  Lounging on
his side,  intently watching the woman.  At first she paid little
attention to the lone  Dolphin at the end of the pool.  But day
after day he would be there.   Separated from the group, waiting
for her to pass.  It was not until several  weeks had gone by
before she would finally notice him. 
 
Rarely did she put in overtime at work, and even rarer still
did she work  alone in the complex.  This particular weekend was
different. 
 
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and she had decided to
go to work and  finish a few tasks before the start of the busy
week.  She rode her bicycle  that day.  Enjoying the sunshine of
a sparkling spring morning.  She was  young.  In her early
twenties with long flowing blond hair that she only  wore loose
when she was sure she would be working alone.  Her pretty yellow 
sundress fluttered in the wind, turning more then one head as she
whisked  by the early morning joggers. 
 
Arriving at the complex she locked her bike and tested the
service doors.

Locked.

"Good," she thought to herself.  She would be alone today.  

Unlocking the big steel door she was greeted with the
familiar smells of the  aquaria, salt water, a light hint of
chlorine.  Inside the complex she could  hear the Dolphins
trilling in anticipation of someone's arrival.  Hoping that  
whoever it was, would take a little time to play and break up
their boredom. 
 
She fumbled for the hallway lights, found them and switched
them on.  She  locked the door behind her and headed down the
hallway toward her office.   As always, she took the trouble to
pass by the Dolphin's pool to say "hello" to her friends.  Just
to play with them for a few moments. 
 
They were incredibly beautiful creatures.  Their glistening
skin was soft,  supple, and oh so very sensuous.  They moved
through the water with such  dignity and power.  It made her
envious of their environment...and their  bodies. 
 
She took off her shoes and sat at the edge of the pool with
her feet dangling  in the salt water.  Her Dolphin friends were
all trying to get her attention,  longing for her touch and
stroke.  She would greet each in turn by name and  speak gently
to them; stroking their long chins and rubbing their tongues... a
caress they especially enjoyed.  Two would rest their heads on
each of her  legs while a third would elicit her favours while
resting his rostrum on her lap. 
 
For the longest time she did not notice the one Dolphin that
always stayed  separate from the group.  But after satisfying the
group that had gathered  around her, she spotted him in the far
corner.  She had tried many times  before to get him to come over
and say hello, but he always choose not to  get too close. 
 
This day would be different.  As she watched, she noticed
that he was ever  so slowly easing his way over to her...never
taking his eyes off of her.   He moved in a strange way.  Swimm-
ing on his side using a slow crawling like  movement.  She could
not decide whether he was acting this way because he  was in-
jured, sick, or just plain afraid of her. 

She coaxed him on, shooing away the other Dolphins and
gently calling him to  the side of the pool.  Splashing the top
of the water with her hand. 
 
Slowly, cautiously, he moved closer.  At first, just touching her

outstretched  hand with his rostrum.  His touch surprised
her.  It was unlike the touch of  the other Dolphins.  It was...
strange.  She stroked him softly, letting him  relax and grow
confident in her presence. 
 
Eventually, he calmed and drifted along the side of the pool
so she could  stroke his long finely muscled body.  He even grew
so bold as to allow her  to rub his enormous tongue.  By this
time the others had gone off and were  playing on their own. 
Only the male remained with her, lounging in her  gentle caresses
and pleasant petting.  She studied him intently, trying to 
understand the strange nature of this creature.  Trying to fathom
the strange  feeling that she had. 
 
It was then that she noticed that he had slowly rolled over
on his side,  exposing the evidence of his overtures.  Immediate-
ly, she realized what her  feelings meant. 
 
At first it startled her.  She had never considered this
possible.  And yet,  there was the proof.  For peeking through
his genital slit was his deep pink,  Dolphin shaped, cock. 
Quivering, pulsating, and obviously very ready. 
 
It was at this point that she realized that she was aroused. 
Her heart  beating fast and heavy, her skin tingling in anxious
anticipation, her mouth  long ago gone dry, and her crotch afire. 
Her mind raced.  Why was she so  titillated by this creature? 
What was it about his touch that so excited  her?  She searched
for answers, questioned her feelings.  In the end, she  would
give in to the powerful forces that had taken over. 
 
As she continued to stroke the supple skin of the Dolphin,
she soundlessly  held a debate in her mind, and quickly came to a
conclusion.  First, she  would have to get him into the shallow
pool.  Would he come?  The place they  associated with unpleasant
experiences, the Dolphins avoided that pool.  (It was the pool
used to treat them when they were sick.) 
 
She would have to try.  This pool was too deep, with too
many other Dolphins  in the way. 
 
She got up from the edge of the tank and walked to the small
room where the  shallow pool was.  She opened the gate that lead
to the bigger pool and called  the male Dolphin.  To her as-
tonishment he willingly swam into the shallow  water, turned
around and watched as she closed the gate behind him.  She 
closed the door to the room and turned around to face him. 
 
He was quietly floating in the shallow water, turned on his
side, his pink  tool just showing.  She paused a moment, second
thoughts racing through her  mind.  But just as quickly she
reaffirmed her desire to experience the  euphoria of joining with
such a magnificent, gentle creature. 
 
She reached around and unfastened the button on the back of
her dress and  slipped it off, draping it carefully over the back
of the chair.  She sat  down facing the Dolphin and without
taking her eyes off of him unsnapped  her bra and removed it;
liberating her firm breasts and erect nipples.  As  the Dolphin
watched in obvious nervous anticipation she took off her panties 
and laid them with the rest of her clothes. 
 
Without hesitation the woman stepped into the shallow water
and sat down in  front of the Dolphin.  From this perspective she
was a little frightened by  the size of this creature, and for an
instant... second thoughts.  But his  calm movements and slow
advances reassured her of his gentleness. 
 
The Dolphin swam close to her, rubbing his long body along
hers.  She stroked  his side, feeling his body quiver at her
feminine touch.  He opened his mouth  wide at the intense pleas-
ure that the petting gave him. 
 
Slowly, she slid her hand underneath his belly, along the
underside in search  of his genital slit.  She could feel the
folds of his skin form the opening  of his love cavity, guiding
her hand deeper into his private place.  Her  fingers cautiously
probed the split until they met the tip of his pulsating  cock,
laying in wait just inside his body.  She curled her finger
around the  tip, and to her astonishment the tip of his penis
curled around her fingers!   Like her hands, the Dolphins cock
displayed exquisite dexterity. 

She slid her hand up and down the shaft, feeling it pulsate
in anticipation  of what was to happen. 
 
Guided by her soft hand, the Dolphin slowly erected his
tool.  She held him  tightly, and affectionately licked his body
with her tongue, tasting the  salt of his briny environment.  He
arched his body, pressing his against hers. 
 
Deliberately, but carefully the Dolphin rolled on to his
side, exposing his  extended penis.  Shaped after his graceful
body, this trembling staff of  pleasure enchanted the woman. 
Tenderly, she stroked its' length, tickled  the tip and messaged
the base.  Leisurely she guided her tongue over the  side of the
big male toward his belly...his most sensitive erogenous zone.  

As the Dolphin gasped and shuddered her tongue approached
the first folds of his slit.  She paused to lick the folds and
ever so slowly eased her way  toward the deeper recesses of the
crack.  Eventually encountering the  protruding organ, she
wrapped her tongue around it. 
 
The Dolphin had long since relinquished control of his body
to the  pleasurable creature, and was barely conscious of his
environment.  His  rapture was evident by his gaping jaws, closed
eyes, and quickened heartbeat. Occasionally his tail would slap

the surface of the water in an unconscious  reaction to the

intense pleasure that the woman
bestowed on his most sensitive organ. 
 
The woman was working her way up and down the long curved
shaft of the  Dolphin's dick with her tongue, stoking it's full
length.  Each time she  reached the tip, the Dolphin would curl
his cock around her tongue in a  genital embrace unmatched by
anything Human or Cetacean. 
 
Eventually, the woman guided his lovetool into her mouth and
started to suck.   Her hand squeezing the base of the trembling
shaft.  Sliding her lips up and  down the length of the rod, she
could feel the Dolphin's body tense and relax  with each orgasmic
spasm created by the rythmic sucking. 
 
At first she gently suckled, but as the encounter progres-
sed, she quickened  her pace and sucked harder and harder,
causing the Dolphin to breath  erratically and whistle at higher
and higher pitches.  He had never  experienced oral lovemaking
before and was in a state of pure rhapsody.   

For the woman, the feeling of the Dolphins dexterous cock
deep in her throat  provided a pleasure that previous fellatiotic
encounters never gave.  It was  a sensuous feeling that aroused
her whole body to a new level of sexual  awareness. 
 
After several minutes of oral enjoyment the Dolphin felt
himself ready to  cum.  Not being part of his plan he withdrew
his tool from the woman's mouth  and back into his genital folds. 
It was now his turn to bring pleasure. 
 
The woman sat back, curious as to what the big male was up
to.  He swam out  toward the middle of the shallow pool.  The
woman eased her way toward the  shallower water and leaned back
on her elbows and watched as the Dolphin  leisurely swam back and
forth, their mutual stares locked in a visual embrace. 
 
Approaching her again, he forcing his rostrum between her
legs, pushing them  apart and wriggling his way toward her cunt. 
She bit her lip in response to  the feeling of his head against
her inner thighs.  As he pushed forward she  obliged him and open
her legs to his advances, exposing her bright pink, shaved
vagina. 
 
Having struggled his way up to the woman's heaving pleasure
zone the Dolphin managed, with the woman's help, to rest his
flippers on top of each of her  legs.  Settling in a comfortable
position, he extended that magnificent tongue and with the very
tip nuzzled the woman's crack.  Her head snapped  back and she
gasped at his touch, her reaction telling the Dolphin that he 
had found the spot he was looking for. 
 
He began his search for the one place common to all intelligent

female  creatures.  The one spot that would ellicit the
most powerful pleasures  that a male can give. 

Unlike female Dolphins, this creature was so relaxed, so
docile.  And unlike  the females of his own species, she had
given him a new dimension in penile  pleasure...the intensity of
having his cocked sucked.  He wanted to return  that delight of
oral stimulation before he proceeded to the next level of  sexual
ecstasy. 
 
He probed the length and depth of the woman's vaginal slit,
searching for  the spot, watching her reactions, looking for a
sign that he had found it.   

The woman had long since given over to the Dolphin's maneuv-
ers and was  entering a state of mental rhapsody.  As the mus-
cular tongue of the creature  swept the length and breadth of her
cunt she whimpered quitely.  Each time  that he lightly passed
over her clit she wished that he would pause and  allow her to
enjoy the bliss.  After several passes, she could not stand it 
any longer and she reached out and grabbed the Dolphin's tongue
and gently  stroked her clitoris with it.  Understanding that the
woman wanted him to  lick this particular spot, he obliged. 
 
The ferocity of her pleasure made her forget her environment
and she let go  of all feelings and emotions.  She was nearing
the precipice, preparing  herself to fall over the edge of
ecstasy into the abyss of rhapsody.  She  was breathing heavily,
her head thrown back, both her hands holding the  Dolphin's
rostrum tightly, when suddenly and abruptly...he stopped. 
Leaving  her hanging on the very edge. 
 
She yelled out, "NO! No! Don't stop now!.....pllleeeasse!!" 
but her cries  went unheeded, and the Dolphin swam away.  Nearly
crying at not being allowed  to experience the ultimate pleasure,
she thought to herself, "Why!...Why  did he stop!" 
 
The Dolphin had planned his actions well.  He knew that for
them to achieve  a common plain of love, they must join and
climax together.  He swam about  the pool, preparing himself for
the next step.  The woman watched him, unable  to understand why
he stopped.  She fingered her clit trying to bring back  the
level of ecstasy that he had taken her to.  But with no satisfac-
tion.   Only he could provide that service. 
 
Anxiously, she waited for him to return, taking the oppor-
tunity to splash  water over her hot body.  She messaged her
erect, hard, nipples trying to  ease the soreness of the sus-
tained arousal. 
 
Finally the Dolphin approached her again.  This time turned
on his side as  he wriggled his way into the shallow water.  The
woman helped him move up  beside her, stroking and admiring his
fluid body, caressing his sensuous  skin. 
 
She fondled his body by sliding her hands over its full
length, one hand on  top, and the other hand underneath.  Star-
ting from the tip of his beak she  slowly eased her way to the
tip of his tail.  Pausing ever so briefly to  probe his crack. 
 
She had positioned herself to maneuver the tip of his
pectoral fin between  her vulva.  Gyrating ever so slightly she
tried to regain some of the  pleasure of the their earlier
encounter. 
 
The Dolphin had other plans though, and after only a few
moments, he withdrew  his fin and erected his cock to it's full
length.  The woman was surprised  at it's size.  It was long .
...about 14 inches, somewhat knife shaped, and was  a pretty
shade of pink.  She knew now what he had in mind, and obligingly 
positioned herself along side of him. 
 
She grasped the erect penis and slowly eased her cunt over
the top of it.   It slid in easily.  Carefully, she came down on
him, positioning her body  so she was comfortable.  She wrapped
her arms around him in a tight embrace,  signalling that she was
ready. 
 
The Dolphin started to probe the woman's vagina with his
love making tool.   It's flexibility giving him the ability to
explore the cavity in fine detail.   Their tight embrace provi-
ding the means for them to communicate their mutual  pleasure as
the Dolphin probed her.  He began searching for the precise 
locations that would trigger the most intense reactions.  Each
time he found  a particularly sensitive spot she would squeeze
him gently to signal her  elation. 
 
Several minutes passed as he identified at least three
places in the woman's  love tunnel that caused her to react. 
Each time he touched one of these  zones, her cunt would tighten
and pulsate in the most exquisite way.  Providing him with the
powerful pleasure that he was seeking. 
 
It was time to begin. 
 
With his flexible cock he would tickle each pleasure spot. 
Starting with  her clit, he would rotate the tip of his sex organ
around each spot.  The  stimulation caused her body to shudder at
the potent feeling that he provided.   He would then go on to the
next spot and repeat the procedure, stimulating  each zone in
rotation. 
 
She was in absolute heaven, each time his genitalia would
kiss a vaginal  erotic zone she would whimper.  At first quitely,
but as his stimulations  continued, her whimpers would become
near screams. 
 
Slowly and deliberately he stimulated her, bring her to the
edge of that  abyss, allowing her to look over the brink but
always bringing her back to  safe ground.  He knew that to go
over the edge would signal the end of their  orgasmic encounter. 
And he...like her, wanted to stretch out the pleasure  to its
absolute limits. 
 
She had never experienced love making like this in her life. 
The flexibility  of his genitals gave her such extreme pleasure
that her eyes rolled back  deep in her head and her teeth chat-
tered with each sub orgasm.  She never  wanted this to end.  The
Dolphin was also experiencing the most satisfying  fucking his
life.  Unlike other females he had experienced, this one was 
content to let him lead the way. 
 
She had wrapped her legs around his tail, and each time that
she approached  the edge, she would squeeze.  With her breasts
fitting neatly on either side  of his body, she could feel his
heart pounding, each breath that he took,  and the low pitched
sounds of his moans.  His body was like a living  collection of
jello.  Each muscle quivering with the rapture of the coupling. 
 
For what seemed like hours they the danced on the brink,
eventually forcing  her to beg him to let her go over...but he
refused.  Holding her tightly with  his fins, he continued
stimulating her in such a way that she had entered a  higher
plain of sexual pleasure.  Over and over again he ticked each
pubic  zone, flexing his cock, at time twittering it in such a
way so as to resemble  a vibrating dildo.  His staying power was
extraordinary. 
 
Her screams were now reaching a crescendo.  She had to
climax or she felt  that she would explode.  The Dolphin sensed
this, and with some reluctance,  decided to let her go.  For a
final time he tickled each erogenous zone until  he reached her
clit.  Thrusting the tip of his penis deep into her genital 
canal, his body tensed, and with a shrill whistle he pumped his
load deep  into her and allowed them to climax together. 
 
The woman screamed with each pulse of the Dolphin's ejacu-
lation.  Her whole  body shuddered violently.  Her vagina tight-
ened as her soul reacted to the  spasms of the most potent climax
she, or probably any other human female had  ever experienced. 
 
The climax would last for nearly two minutes, with both
creatures shrieking  in their own way.  The Dolphin whistling...-
the woman crying at the top of  her voice. 
 
Sadly, it was over. 
 
The Dolphin withdrew his cock back into his body, and the
woman rolled onto  her back and almost immediately fell into a
deep sleep.  The Dolphin had  rolled back onto his stomach, and
gently placed his flipper over the woman's  breasts, holding her
tenderly as she slept. 
 
After several hours, the woman awoke to find herself held by
her Dolphin  partner.  She smiled, and reached over to pet him. 
Stroking his glistening  skin she spoke to him softly.  Embracing
him tightly, she kissed his cheek.   She could feel a warm glow
as the two of them snuggled.  Never again would  she be able to
have sex with a man and be able to enjoy it. 
 
After several minutes she finally got up and got out of the
pool.  She  showered in the stall used by the trainers and
dressed.  All the while the  Dolphin watched her, lounging on his
side.  He, too, would never again be able  to have sex with his
own kind.  It would not be the same. 
 
After dressing she opened the gate to the shallow pool and
he swam out to  join the others.  It was late in the day and time
for her to go home.  Her  work would have to wait until tomorrow. 
The Dolphin and the woman looked at  each other one last time as
she left.  They both knew that this would not be  their last
encounter. 
 
 
 
EPILOG 
 
While many may consider this story to be pure fantasy, it is in
fact based  on some reality.  The descriptions given of the
Dolphins genital's are quite  accurate.  To keep their body
streamlined, male Dolphins retract their penis  into their body. 
A slit similar to a vaginal slit, located toward the tail  houses
the retracted penis. 
 
The finger-like dexterity of the Dolphin's penis is also
documented.  Made  of mostly muscle, it is under conscious
control and can be used like a finger. 

Like Humans, Dolphins enjoy love making at any time.  There
are no 'sexuality  cycles' like most other non-human mammals. 
Although like human females,  there is a fertility cycle in
female Dolphins. 
 
The only known erogenous zone of a Dolphin is the belly. 
Touching or stroking  this area almost always immediately el-
licits a sexual response.  People who  swim with Dolphins avoid
touching this area at all costs...unless they are  willing to
deal with an amorous Dolphin! 
 
Sexual contact between Humans and Dolphins is not unknown. 
The best  description of such contacts can be found in the book
"The Mind Of The  Dolphin"  by Dr. John Lilly.

Dolphin Sex [Erotica From Totse]

Dolphin Sex All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX. Eight years ago I had an experience that I doubt few people have ever had, and for a long time (actually up to about a year ago) I had never spoken of it to anyone else, thinking that they would consider me perverted. During that time I have lived with the realty that I will most likely never have another opportunity like I had at that time, and believe me it has been very hard. I have since had sex with other animals, including dogs, ponies and most recently horses, but they will never rival my experience with the Dolphins. Here is what TRULY happened. I can offer no proof other then my own word. And for my own protection I will not divulge locations, names, etc. Eight years ago I lived in a city that had an aquarium that kept performing Dolphins. By pure chance the aquarium was an assignment I had when I was a security guard for a national security company. Since I was new, and had little seniority with the company I would always get the cruddy shift that no one else wanted...and the aquarium was one of those shifts since it was always a midnight to eight shift. It really was a pretty cushy place to work since I didn't have to punch clock. (Ever carry one of those security clocks around. They must weigh fifteen pounds!) I just had to kind of wander around and keep an eye on things. It would get pretty boring at night, and after a while I took to playing with the Dolphins. I would come in during the weekends to watch the shows and eventually I picked up some of the hand signals that the trainers used. With a bit of practise I could get the Dolphins to perform just about any behavior that the trainers had them perform. Dolphins really are quite intelligent. After a while I found myself talking to them and I swear that if they had vocal cords they would have talked back to me! Their body movements and gestures where extremely animated and very communicative. After several months I got to the point where the nights I spent with the Dolphins became my own private world. They all knew me and came to know my schedule and habits intimately. It was at the point that I decide it was time for a swim. Now, you have to appreciate the circumstances. I was alone all night with these creatures, I was somewhat of a loner, and had no personal life to speak of, and I had developed a deep bound with at least two of the Dolphins. It was easy to keep the shift since no one else liked the hours. Finally, one night I brought my swim suit. Around 2:00 a.m. I changed, and after being sure that the place was locked up tight, I eased myself into the pool. At first they simply vied for my attention as they always did, but after a bit, things got pretty rough. I wasn't sure why some of them were getting so excited, when I noticed that one of the males had a hard on! Now that really fascinated me. They never acted like this around me before, and I was not sure what to do. Except I did get out of the pool until they calmed down a bit. While sitting on the edge of the pool, one of the Dolphins swam in front of me on his side. I stroked his belly with my hand and instantly his dick was thrusting in the air. Boy did I find an erogenous zone! Before I go on, I should give you a little more background. First, to my surprise, Dolphins do not feel slimy. Their skin feels more like a wet inner tube, and is very soft and sensitive to the touch. They are fiercely independent creatures and if they don't want to do something, then no amount of prodding will make them change their minds. If you ever go to an aquarium, watch them long enough and you will notice that they spend almost 80% of their time thinking and doing sex. You think humans are obsessed sexually? Believe me the Dolphins have it all over us. Although being in a tank 24 hours a day probably has a lot to do with that kind of behavior. The night that I first went for a swim was an experience to say the least. The frenzy that I started kind of unnerved me to the point were I got out, got dressed, and avoided the pool for the rest of the night. Needless to say, the next day I didn't get much sleep. I could not stop thinking about the wild possibility of actually having sex with them. One part of me kept saying what a crazy idea that was, while another part of me created the most wonderful fantasies. My emotions were on a rollercoaster. I don't think anyone will ever appreciate the way that I felt. The bond that I had formed with a couple of the Dolphins was powerful. It was almost as if they had seduced me by pure empathy. In any case, I decided that the next night I would take the plunge. I could hardly wait for my shift to begin. It seemed like everyone lingered around forever. And then waiting until it was late enough to safely go into the pool was almost unbearable. Finally things quieted down and I got undressed...this time no swim suit. I sat on the edge of the pool, and like the night before the Dolphins gathered around to play a bit. This time I was careful not to get them too excited right away, waiting for most of them to swim off on their own so that just the two that I was closest to were with me. I should explain how the pool was laid out. As a part of the show the trainers would have a couple of the Dolphins beach themselves in a very shallow part of the water. This part was just deep enough for the Dolphins to swim in...about a foot deep. It was my strategy to get the two Dolphins into the shallower water. After the Dolphins left, I lowered myself into the water and very carefully started to stroke them. I eased my way toward the shallow water, and as I had hoped, they followed. Once I was able to sit on the bottom of the pool I coaxed them along side of me, and I carefully started to rub their bellies. I started with him first. Just as the night before I got an immediate response from him. He rolled on his side and as I had hoped he had a huge hard on. Now my heart was pounding so hard I was sure it could be heard from 30 feet away. I carefully eased my hands down his belly toward his cock. I was very careful. A full grown Dolphin can weigh in from 350 to 600 pounds. And while they can be quite gentle, I was not sure how he would react when I started to rub his dick. Despite my confidence in his gentleness, I was relieved when he simply went limp when I started to stroke his cock. in fact he went so limp that at first I thought he may have died! But after a moment he opened his mouth about as wide as he could, his tongue doing a sort of aerobic dance. I slipped my hand up and down his shaft, carefully squeezing it every so often. It felt much like the surface of his skin, that is very firm but still soft. It was sort of knife shaped, that is wider then thick, and you could feel it move in your hands. It was about eleven inches long, about two inches wide and one and one half inch thick. The tip thinned to nearly a point and crooked down a little. Overall it was shaped nearly like his own body...very sleek and streamlined. When not in use the cock is retracted completely into the Dolphin's body through a long slit just below his belly. The slit in the male and female Dolphin are almost identical, making sex determination tricky. The best way to tell apart the sexes is by looking at the forehead. The male Dolphin's forehead, or melon, is actually a little bigger then the female's. Of course if the male has a hard on then it is pretty easy to tell males from females! When the cock is erected the slit parts in such a way that it is oval shaped. It is said that the Dolphins cock can be used like a finger and has a great deal of dexterity. That may be true, but on this occasion he did not demonstrate that ability to me. Perhaps he was to wrapped up in the experience. I found that the Dolphin seemed to like having the base of his cock rubbed the best. I slipped my hand up and down his shaft carefully squeezing it ever so often. This went on for about five minutes and then he started to shudder...as if he was very cold. His mouth remained open wide and every so often I would rub his tongue. (All dolphins love this...I have no idea why.) His eyes remained tightly closed. All the while he was totally silent. Assuming that he was about to climax I started to rub his dick a little harder and faster. His tail started to sweep back and forth really hard when suddenly he raised his tail high out of the water and with the first sound that he had made all evening he shot his load. There was not as much as I thought there would be...perhaps about two tablespoons. It was quickly washed away in the water but it appeared to be kind of clear and about the same consistency as human cum. What really surprised me most was the pressure of his ejaculation. It come out incredibly hard and fast, his penis contracting suddenly with the ejaculation. He then relaxed and went totally limp. I kept on stroking his penis but after a few minutes he withdrew it back inside of him. It was only at this point that I noticed that I had a real boner myself. Hard as steel and throbbing. Don't think I've had one like that before or since. I must say that after eight years, the mere act of writing down what happened has rekindled some powerful emotions. While my encounters with other creatures have been strictly on a sexual level, my encounter with the Dolphins was a much deeper emotional experience. It has been said the Dolphins are highly intelligent creatures. That they are. More then anyone really knows. After resting for a few moments the Dolphin left for the deeper water. I started looking for the female, hoping that she would allow me to satisfy my throbbing dick. Apparently she had got bored with the whole affair and was off playing with the others. I slapped the top of the water to try and entice her back, and after a bit of coaxing I finally got her to come over. My legs were dangling over the edge of the shallow part into the deeper water. When she got close enough she unexpectedly grabbed my foot with her mouth and pulled hard. I don't think she meant to hurt me, but over eighty short conical teeth can leave quite a bite mark and my foot ached for a few days after. When I re-surfaced, I found myself about six feet from the edge of the pool and started to swim for it. She had other plans though. She quickly swam between me and waters edge and started to push me toward the middle of the pool. Her actions alarmed me somewhat and I was getting just a little bit scared. It was at this point that I began to respect the strength of these creatures ... something that I had badly underestimated. If she wanted me to stay in deep water, there was damn little I could do about it. I decided to cooperate and I swam a little ways out and started to tread water. In the meantime she started to circle around me, each time her circle getting a little smaller until her beak was almost touching her tail...with me in the middle. I tried to stay calm, not knowing what to expect next, when she started to scan me with the most intense sound. As you are probably aware, Dolphins use sonar to 'see' with. Their eyesight, while not poor, is not their primary sense. Using sounds that range in frequency from as low as 300 Hz to as high as 150 kHz and higher, it is believed that Dolphins are actually able to 'see' what an individual is feeling. For example, if you are in a state of anxiety (as I was!) then your churning stomach would easily give away your state to a Dolphin's probing sonar. Their sonar has been compared to the sound scans used by doctors on pregnant women, except that the resolution is a thousand times better. Being scanned by a Dolphin is in itself a unique experience. The sound penetrates and resonates your body in the most peculiar way. While the Dolphin is scanning, you can actually hear the lower frequency sound waves increase and decrease in frequency. When she started to scan me I noticed that the other Dolphins where swimming around the two of us, and if any of them got too close, she would chase them away. This went on for about twenty minutes. She would scan and probe my entire body. She seemed to especially enjoy nibbling at my ankles. About this time I was starting to get pretty tired, and thought I better try to ease my way toward the shallow water. She made no effort to stop me, but she did continue to swim around and around until I finally felt the ledge of the shallow part of the pool. I pulled myself into the shallow water and rested a bit. The Dolphin in the meantime had wriggled her way into the shallow water and laid very still on her stomach. I began to pet her and rub my hands up and down her sides. She just laid there and did nothing. I decided that now was the time, and I grabbed her pectoral fin and rolled her on her side. She cooperated completely. From my earlier observations I had never noticed the folds of the female dolphins slit to be all that distinctive. But when I rolled her on her side her slit was definitely enlarged and had turned a deep pink color. I could only assume that she was waiting for me to mate with her. Now I was really in uncharted waters. Whenever I watched the Dolphins have sex the actual act of penetration was always very brief, lasting no more then ten seconds. The pair would be very excited, the water boiling around the mating couple. For the Dolphins to mate it is necessary for the female to roll over on her back and expose herself to the male. The male would then jump over the female and attempt to hit the mark with his erected cock. Foreplay would consist of very fast swimming, both animals crashing into each other, and a lot of biting. And yet, what was happening now was exactly the opposite. Here she was, totally relaxed, quite, and obviously very cooperative. I decided not to waste the invitation and started to initiate some foreplay. I slid my hand along the edge of her slit and kind of eased my fingers into her vagina. The folds of the slit where very soft and squishy. The muscles of her vagina tightened on my fingers and would not let me probe any deeper than the palm of my hand. Not knowing too much about female Dolphin anatomy, I thought that maybe the male's penis kind of laid along the length of the slit. I rubbed her for a while and she continued to simply lay quietly, occasionally taking a breath. While I was treading water my hard on had kind of withered away. Nervousness over the position I was in probably had a lot to do with that. But after some time with her in the shallow water, my penis started to firm up again. I eased myself along side of her belly and slowly started to guide my dick into her. She felt my body draw close to hers and for the first time since we started foreplay, she moved around a bit. Rolling a little farther on her side and arching her back. She obviously wanted me to enter her. Taking a deep breath, I slipped inside of her. To my surprise, my cock went all the way in! She relaxed her vagina and allowed me to move into a more comfortable position. My next concern was the fear that she would roll over on top of me. But fortunately she didn't. Instead she simply wriggled herself around so that we were both comfortable. Within a few seconds my dick had become rock hard again, and she repeatedly tightened and relaxed her vagina. In twenty seconds I was ready to climax. I held back as long as I could, but the kneading action of her vaginal muscles was just too much. I came hard, and was so wrapped up in my own climax that I did not even notice if she was reaching orgasm, although I would like to believe that she did. When I was finished I held on to her tightly, wrapping my legs around her tail. My cock was starting to fail me and despite my best efforts I could not sustain the erection. She just remained still, occasionally sweeping her tail back and forth. The kneading action of her vagina continued but a slower pace. I kept splashing water on her side to be sure that her skin did not dry out. I don't remember how long we embraced, but it must of been for at least twenty minutes or so. Looking back, I am not sure what I enjoyed more, the actual sex act or the time I spent holding her. It was getting close to 4:00 am and since the trainers would sometimes come in as early as 4:30 I decided I'd better get changed. It was hard to leave. Over the next few days I felt about as good as I ever had in my life. My emotional state was exuberant. I was already making plans for more encounters with the Dolphins when I started back to work the next week. But it was not to be. The next week the aquarium staff started to come in at night to do maintenance and I was never alone long enough to go swimming again. And then a few weeks later I was reassigned to another building. From the highest high in my life I went into a pretty deep depression. I still don't think I am over it...even after eight years. Since that time I have spent a lot of time researching and studying about Dolphins. it has been an enlightening time. Now whenever I see a captive Dolphin, my heart breaks. While in the wild their life span is thirty to forty years, in captivity it is typically only five. Where in the wild their dorsal fin stands erect, in captivity it begins to flop over on its side. Where in the wild they can attain speeds in excess of thirty miles per hour, in captivity they are restricted to swimming around and around in circles. Being three dimensional creatures, accustomed to boundless freedom, it must be a horrific experience for them to live in a tank that is typically no more then fifty feet across. I can no longer bear to even go to an aquarium anymore. I now see them differently then most people. If you observe them long enough you may understand what I mean. Hopefully in the future things will change so that the only Dolphins you see, are those that swim free in the ocean. So there you have it. Perhaps my memory of the incident is clouded by too much emotion, but as far as I am concerned it is what really happened, and no one will ever take away the memory.

I thought it would be a good idea...

...to compile a collection of delphinic erotica found online and share the stories here.  I will cite links, of course.  ;)

Scientific American's "Animal Lovers: Zoophiles Make Scientists Rethink Human Sexuality": DelphiGirl's thoughts on this article

The following entry is in response to an article from Scientific American's website.  The article below (written in 2010) presents excellent information and cerebral consideration regarding the subject of zoophilia as a sexual orientation.  I, for one, commend the author of this article and am immensely grateful to have found this publication.  I personally distinguish between the terms 'bestiality' and 'zoophilia.'  Not all who feel love and sexual attraction for nonhuman species distinguish between the two terms.  To me, 'bestiality', as the author of this article suggests, is the term used to describe human-nonhuman animal sexual relations as a surrogate for human-human sex.  There are those, myself included, who much more readily resonate with the term 'zoophilia.'  To me, 'zoophilia' describes intimate interspecies sex and relationships out of a genuine preference for said nonhuman animal.
These issues definitely warrant further consideration and exploration.  At least in my experience (and talking to others with similar sexual orientations), zoophiles are NOT deviant perverts who are backward farm people with low intelligence and a paucity of potential female human partners (as Kinsey's work seems to suggest).  This notion is highly offensive to those who identify as zoophiles.  To me (I hesitate to speak in generalities because like everything else, each person and personal concept of sexuality are unique unto themelves), my love for nonhuman animals is not about some kinky fetish thrill or due to some need to attain a lover surrogate [rather than a human male].  As an omnisexual, my attraction is not confined to the rigid little boxes or labels which many seem to want to stick people in.  I am me, period.
Anyway, I'm rambling now...so check out the article if you're interested:
Animal Lovers: Zoophiles Make Scientists Rethink Human Sexuality

DelphiGirl Draws DelphiSex :)

This is only a rough drawing on the back of a piece of paper meant to go in the recycle bin, so I apologize for the poor quality (and my limited art skills).  Still, I'd love to know what you think of it.
We really do need more delphisex images, don't you think? ;)

Last night, I had a very compelling dream.  It has been years since I've attempted to create any artistic works, but I'm inspired to begin again. I'm not promising anything; I'm by no means a gifted artist!  I'll share my results when I finish my first piece anyway, though, if you promise to be nice. ;)
By the way, if anyone happens upon this blog and would like to venture a question or two, feel free.  All I ask is that you be respectful in doing so. <3

"She Sleeps With The Fishes" -- Dolphin Erotica [Source: Mayan Calendar Girls Site, Linked Below]

The following story was published on the Mayan Calendar Girls website (link cited below).  I was deeply moved by the beauty of this story, grammatical and spelling errors notwithstanding.  The end is humiliating, but the moving description of a young woman loving and being loved by a group of dolphins is extremely erotic in my opinion.  For those who find themselves hung up on logistical foibles or writer's liberties in sharing a story, this one may not be for you.  I, for one, LOVED IT!

The following is the commentary found on the Mayan Calendar Girls website preceding the story:

"Kindly Erotica Or “Dolphin Porn”
It's only one chapter (though part of ongoing love
affair between Curtsy and her delphine objects of
desire) but it's gotten more press and over-reaction
than anything else in the book. Praised on Salon,
dissed on AbsoluteWrite...You decide. First the
published chapter, then the uncensored online
version that got, obviously, censored
By the way, for fans of human/dolphin love, our
friend Mac Brenner has an entire novel, “Wet
Goddess” See it at the Wet Goddess website.


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SHE SLEEPS WITH THE FISHES
In two weeks she’d learned the ropes, picked up the drill, gotten to know the guys. Who
had shown her around extravagantly and indicated their inclinations to extend the
show and tell as far as she’d care to follow. Highly hetero, the dudes here at Dolphin
Discovery. Probably why she got the job in the first place? But Curtsy didn’t care.
Dolphin groupies can’t be picky over how they get to their inner tabernacle: access to
living cetaceans.
She also gotten to know the various dolphins in the park, differing from her
acquaintanceship with the male “guides” in that she actually gave a shit about the
bottlenosed, grinning gray torpedoes that frisked around inside the basin closed off
from the Bay by a double chain-link fence. A fence that Curtsy was now inversely
“climbing” down in the dark; grabbing the squares of wire and pulling herself towards
the dent in the bottom she’d seen her third day on the job and snuck in at night to
enlarge and enable.
She come out all the way out from the beach underwater; using her seven minute
breath-hold not for depth, but to cruise without surfacing or trailing bubbles, driven by
powerful full body flex/ripple pushing water off her Russian-built, carbon fiber Glide
Model 1 monofin.
She loved the monofin: not only the fastest way a human can travel in water, but
mimicking dolphins in look and function. She felt most like a marine mammal when
undulating deep, shivering through the water with the skulling of the rounded black
“tail fin”. She was saving up for a Lunocet; less cetacean-looking than than the Glide,
but faster, sleeker, more powerful with it’s outer space tex/flex. But for the moment, as
she approached her personal grail and obsession, she had slipped her feet out of the
twin footcups and secured the fin to outer fence. This situation was not one where she
wanted her feet bound together.
She had also peeled the sleek black rubber cap off and leaned back to shake out her
hair, a blonde eddy around her head as she scanned the catwalks and landings of the
delfinario. She’d tugged the strings on her black bikini and stuffed both piece into the
foot cups, then taken her careful, measured “packet breaths” and slid silently down the
wall.
She found the hole quickly, groping in the total black of underwater night; too narrow
for even the smallest female to slip out, but enough to squirm her slim torso through.
She patted down the sand beneath the bulge in the fence and checked for any shifting
or filling, feeling for traces of monofilament fishline, the true nightmare of a gunkholing
freediver like herself and the real point of her ominpresent quick-release, hook-bladed
knife. She kipped under and in, twisting and tucking her tight tummy to turn the
corner up from the silt towards her goal. And oxygen. She was actually trapped beneath
the fence for a few seconds, wriggling her butt in the oozy sand. Nothing to alarm a
tuned athlete with her kind of downtime. She surfaced slowly and cautiously, sipping
air as she scanned the walkways and buildings for night watchmen she was pretty sure
would be in Alfredo’s office watching the Toluca game. She looked up to make sure her
chalk mark was where she’d surreptiously placed it to mark her exit, on the catwalk on
the catwalk where tourists stood to gawk at marine mammals peforming in what they
no doubt thought of as a natural habitat.
She’d felt them even before she came under the inside fence, “felt” their sonic scans
with her skin. She’d felt an alpha male brush her as she paddled up towards the
surface. As soon as she moved away from the fence, they were all around her. Twenty three
healthy bottle-nosed dolphins. Already her friends. Over half of them males that she
knew by name, sight and touch. Already her lovers. But now she’d come to make that a
reality.
She felt more bodies sliding against hers, smooth muscles under skin as taut and slick
as a wet watermelon. She heard their short, fluty breathing, reached out to stroke them
their moving forms. The beauty of it, the power, the sensual overload. Her breathing
quickened, fluttered.
She felt stubby noses nudging the soles of her bare feet. The signal for her to spread her
legs and let them bear her up and “noseride” her across the pool. Not tonight: she’d
have to be quiet. One more love that dare not show its face in sunlight. But she kept her
legs spread anyway, keeping her face above water with helical movements of her hands.
She felt Bruto brush by in front of her and threw her arms around his torso, thrilling in
his sleek, wet glide through her embrace. This was the way to discover dolphins, by
God.
A flank slid under her left foot, slick and insinuating. Something about the way it flexed
told her it was Mayab, her favorite female. Then Caruso cruised between her legs, a
smooth force on her inner thighs. She clamped onto him and he waggled salaciously.
At the last moment of his transit her flipped on his side and the tip of his right fluke
brushed her pubic hairs. She caught her breath, felt a hot flush in the cool water. No
wet suit needed, she thought, I can get plenty wet with no suit.
Then she felt a blunt nose, the size of soup can, smooth as a wet dildo, bumping
against her mons. Tap, tap, tap. Sniff, sniff. Yes, Chito, you can come in. Her
pheromones must be sifting through the water by now, browsed by the entire clan. She
reached down to place her hands on Chito’s head and hunched against his nose. He
drove up in a powerful lunge, hoisting her upper body out of the water and tailwalking
her twenty feet before letting her slip back down into the water. She dove, heading all
the way to the bottom, handstanding in the sand, legs spread like a “Y”. And Cisco
surged down and slid between them, pushing her downward, his big thick body
thundering across her widening slit. She came to the surface with a gasp that was not
all about accessing air.
And Pinoccio moved up under her from behind, bearing her up on his back like a
bronco queen, sliding under her, rippling more than necessary. She leaned forward,
leaning on his back as it slid under her, then his dorsal fin slipped between her butt
cheeks, dragged along her trough, and bore up against her until the last second, when
it slipped out, kissing her clit with a little fillip. She was crying now, lost in sensation
and emotion, beloved union at long last.
Two of the males moved along side her hips, mimicking a move from the show. She laid
her hands on them, rising up on their support even as they slickered along and
vanished into the night water. Then Pinoccio was back, sliding under her again. She
spread her legs as wide as she could as he cruised under her saddle, curving upwards
as he slowly finned forward. She fell against him, feeling his pale belly skin slipstream
along her tight nipples. Then she felt the nudge and knew what it was. She shuddered
and moaned.
It didn’t really matter that much: she was getting off on riding their bodies, giving full
rein to what she’d always felt around dolphins. But full contact is nice. How many
women have actually had a dolphin dick inside them? How many know what they taste
like?
The nudging moved on, the final thrust parting the blond thatch on her belly. Not fully
extended, she was thinking. Pinoccio, you need to tell more lies. She rolled and dived,
grasping him to her, lying on top of his belly with her legs moving up and down along
his upper body. And grasped what she had sought. Short, thick, softly firm.
Salty to the taste, but not fishy. Chicken of the sea.
Pinoccio was obviously aroused. And so were other males, zipping in to smooth along
her flanks as she kissed and sucked and trembled. She he fell away, looping
downward, his alien member sliding out of her mouth. She floated face down, shaking.
Her heartbeat, normally as slow as any athlete’s, was racing, pumping heat and
pinkness all over her. Her eyes fluttered and she turned her head to breathe and moan.
Then he was back, a long traverse of her, his fin moving between legs, then throbbing
along her pussy. She coughed, stifled a yell, rolled onto her back as her first orgasm
shook her like small craft in a squall. She lay her head back, her hands stoking
dreamily below her. And Pinoccio surged up onto her, the way her blasted out of the
water onto the platform to splash and delight the damned tourists.
She took a deep inhale as he skidded along her, his flippers caressing her arms, his
belly slicking up along her breasts. His penis sliding into her. She almost blacked out as
he bore her down under the sea.
She had figured out early on that a dolphin in the throes of sex could easily bear a
woman right down to the bottom, even her own exceptional strength and flexibility as
nothing compared to his. Could drown her there, maybe thinking her death throes
were a faked orgasm. But she felt no risk: dolphins know about life and death in
humans and have been observed saving our lives, but never taking them. Unlike the
way we treat them.And in fact she did feel her shoulders touch the bottom as he
plunged into her. She just threw her arms around him, fondling the tender spots
behind his eyes. And had the biggest orgasm of her life: being powerfully fucked
combined with the culmination of a lifetime love, combined with the dangerous
rapture of apnea. She was dying, her life shaking itself apart from within, the lights
flickering down while colored dazzle wove and flashed across a black expanse of velvet
ending. Then he was gone and she floated, rather than swam, to the surface.She broke
the water face first, still rumbling with the orgasm, hot tears trailing off into cold water,
her heart stopped, then re-started in a new world, inner muscles tussling and
sunfishing, eyes closed to watch the play of light.

Light which suddenly smashed into her eyes, on a wave of raucous noise and
squawking. She popped them open and nearly came out of the water in sheer shock. A
powerful flashlight was on her face, others playing over her naked body under inches
of water. Torches held by the night crew and a dozen of their work buddies, screaming
with delight at having caught that stuckup gringa bitch naked and fucking the fish!
Caught flagranti delicto and still dazed from the peak experience of her love/sex life,
Curtsy just gaped for a long moment. A moment richly enjoyed by her male fellow
employees, swigging their beers and joints. Only Alfredo wasn’t laughing. He was totally
pissed off, like supervisors get. Besides, Toluca had lost.
The futbol fans whooped it up over this unexpected double-header treat, howling with
laughter as Curtsy finally reacted. She kipped into a racer’s turn took two butterfly
strokes towards the chalk mark and went down. Sickness and shame flooding all over
the rapture she’d felt just seconds before, she drove down to find the notch, twisted out
through it and angled up towards the top of the outer fence with a strong breast stroke,
trungeon kick. She drove upwards with hands extended, and when the hit the top of
the fence she surged over it in a sort of modified Fosbury flop. Halogen lanterns
highlighted her golden puss as she went over; cheers, jeers and catcalls impelled her.
She ignored the suit and cap, just crammed her feet into the monofin and powered off,
deep enough to block the light and hateful sound. She was at the beach in three
minutes, fin already off as her feet found the chalky bottom, running bareassed to the
palm copse where she’d left shorts, shirt and shoes in the basket of her rented
motorscooter.
Alfredo’s voice echoed over the water, “You are so fired, Kurtz. Don’t even show your ass
here again, ever.”
Román yelled, “No, no, come back Güera. I’ll put on a fin and squeak while I bone you.
Just feed me some fish.”
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I am seriously wanting to rip my hair out because of all of the errors in this work, but it's just too beautiful a story not to share.

--DG