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There are no words to express the feelings and emotions when it comes to the soft hairs of an animal's fur. My lust and love for fur is so deeply ingrained in me that: just, the thought of fur or seeing all the different ways that people like to possess and own fur can generate an incredible rush of both emotional and physical excitement. That will overpower and control every rational thought; in my mind. Fur for some like myself can become all-consuming. I love the rich colors, the long free flowing guard hairs and the thick rich lush under fur. My fetish is pure, natural and genuine. I am particularly fond of coyote and fox pelts. I love using their soft bushy tails to floss my own tail end. Looking at a face resting on my chest as I use its fur to stroke my hard, leaky cock. I also love the musky scent of an animals’ fur; after spending hours caressing my body, stroking my cock and flossing my ass. I love the excitement and rush of ruining fur with my sweat and cum.

I do not have any misgivings when it comes to the stress and anguish some animals endure. While others experience a brief but comfortable life on a ranch. Nevertheless, I am a predator: I can get excited just watching an animal getting dressed down; striped of their fur coat. Knowing what was once theirs; is going to be owned by another. Too wear as their own outer layer of skin or perhaps to get or be experienced in other ways, that will excite and please them.  

I can instantly relate to what another fur lover is feeling as they possess a fur for gratification. I love the excitement of seeing someone else abuse fur. Giving themselves that incredible rush of excitement as a only fur can offer. God how I love to watch guys fuck fur or use it to masturbate. Why do I get so excited and horny when I see another guy; releasing that warm wet expression of love on a fur repeatedly?? The worst of it; I really love seeing a fur getting grange and dirty as it gets used to floss an ass, massaging a sweaty crotch and get hit with loads of cum; seeing all the yellowish dried cum on those skins to a point where they can no longer offer anymore pleasure. Causing the demise and death of that animals' / skin for the last time. Do I feel guilty when their end is at hand? Not at all! I should be so lucky to know and feel so much of ones' desires and expression of love. I should think getting fucked to death; would be an awesome way to end in life.

The incredible power, the excitement of owning an animals hide as my clear juice leaks out penetrating and lubricating the soft hairs and staining its skin / leather. Generating that over whelming desire to shoot my cum right into that animals fur; dominating and owning that fur. Leaving behind a mangled gooey glob of hair or seeing a woman squirt her stinky love juice on fur. With only one intent in mind to excite and turn oneself on; while enjoying the feel of the softness of its hairs and in the excitement of ruining it.

I could be indignant I suppose. In that I was not born with a thick, sumptuous fur coat of my very own. Nevertheless, my fixation with and lust for fur runs deep. My incredible need to own fur; runs even deeper. It is ingrained in both my physical desire and physiological or emotionally obsessive need for it. God how I love to be feel fur surrounding my raw flesh stimulating and arousing ever element of my sexual desires and need. Perhaps, I was born without a fur coat of my own; but truth be told; I am fickle and vain. How lucky are multitudes of different animals forced to surrender their fur / skins. Only to begiven a vicarious life and exist with and for the pleasure of a human and or especially me?

Nevertheless...I'm a man of action. And I have been making up for this oversight on nature's part from the beginning. They...may have been born with it. But I...was born with a cold heart and the ability; let alone the will and power to strip the fur coats right off their backs.

I get excited just looking at an animal living on a ranch; knowing its fate is sealed. Imagining the life; after death awaiting it. A fox or mink may join others of its own kind and exist in a new form of life for years to come. While the lowly rabbit's pelt may only get to excite the nerves in a stiff leaky cock a few times as it receives the ultimate reward for its hard work. By a rather conservative count...I have captured and deprived about 5,000+ of them so far to include; rabbits, raccoons, coyotes, lynx, fox and so many more. They may not like being pelted and robed of their fur coats. But I own the power and I take what I want. Too bad for them! Not! I think those animals are lucky to be given a second life as a slave to human wants, desires and in some cases just to satisfy that overwhelming compulsive need to enjoy fur as a sexual partner.