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

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

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!

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.

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? ;)

"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

DelphiGirl Writes: An Introduction

Long have I been captivated by the beauty and majesty of cetaceans.  In this respect, I am far from alone.  What sets me apart from the majority, however, is that my attraction and reverence for these phenomenal beings goes far deeper than most would comprehend.  Dolphins in particular call to my heart, rivet my mind and evoke an intense desire within my body and soul in a manner surpassing the boundaries of common societal norms.  My affinity is spiritual, sexual and deeply romantic; much as most women feel exclusively for men.  For better or for worse, I am definitely not a typical woman.  I am omnisexual, and a delphinic zoophile in particular.
In the already-rare world of the delphinic zoophile, women are the definitive minority.  For the majority of my life, I felt as if I were the only one with this constitution; an aberrant freak destined to a life of solace, shame and despair.  Several years ago, I found Malcolm Brenner's blog.  I was positively shocked and thrilled to learn of his journey, to which I could instantly relate!  Finding this blog precipitated within myself the courage to seek -- and ultimately be fortunate enough to find -- others like myself.  Experiencing the profound depths of loneliness due to my very different constitution regarding love, sex and sexuality has been very difficult to endure alone.  How blessed we are to have such an excellent medium of communication in the Internet!
I wish to thank those who have spoken before me and who have, in their bravery, empowered me to do the same.
Thus far, I have encountered only two other women with similar sexualities, but quite a few men!  I am elated to know that there are others who share my love, respect and admiration of dolphins, and hope to learn from (and envy!) those who have actually experienced relationships with these magnificent beings.  I look forward with great anticipation and joy to share community with others like myself; to celebrate the love we share in the beauty, majesty and humbling potency of delphinic allure.