'I sexually rebound from pellet beasts. I love the feeling I give in skin, size and weight when I hold it to my side. Big cats are my favorites, bear and wolves behind them. (I like aggressive species because they seem to protect me). There is a sexual aspect in all this, but also emotional and sensual elements as well.
I felt so when I was ten when I slept with a bear named Kerry. I was often frustrated with Kerry, initially in a completely innocent way. Over time, I was eager to go to bed, to stay near her. As I grew up, I tried to understand why I was eating. Foolish if not in the future, I would begin to retreat sexually from the real beasts. After I found an online community with people like me, I calmed down and realized that my fears were unfounded.
Romantic life has had its own hardships. My beloved one once complained: "You are in bed with a naked woman and choose to embrace a stuffed tiger." Another wished to give up the pellet beast and one day I forgot it completely. I began to think that I would never enjoy "normal" sex, but I learned to appreciate the feeling of skin on the skin. The moment partner understands me very well. She has accepted my pellets and lets me spend time with them in the room in our house.
One of my favorite pets is a tiger named Brooke. For my 30th birthday, my friends donated me a cake in the form of Brooke. I have friends I have good, right? I am lucky.'
Written by an anonymous man for The Guardian
