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I can’t really speak for other women, but for me, yes I enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) it immensely. Granted my situation and first experience is perhaps unique among the others who identify as zoophiles and has made me an exception to the norm.
At the time things between me and my canine first turned intimate, I was homeless and living out of the back of my car with my German Shepherd. Where I was homeless it was winter, the nights were incredibly cold, (well below zero) and my dog was my only real friend during that time period. When you’re eating out of dumpsters and more or less living like a dog, you can find yourself seeing a certain kindred spirit in the canine who loyally stays by your side and shows you the affection and support no one else will.
It was on one of those frozen nights, when we were curled up under a few blankets in the back of my car, with him laying on me for mutual warmth we wound up making love for the first time. I kept squirming around trying to get comfortable, (120+lbs of dog laying on you makes it hard to easily get comfortable.) and him rubbing against me down there made both me wet, and him hard, and he arced down onto me and slipped inside rather suddenly.
Once he was in me and thrusting it felt too good for me to want him to stop, and at the time I felt subhuman, and pretty much worthless, and the idea of my loyal canine companion finding me appealing in such a way was a boost to self esteem, and made me feel not quite so alone anymore.
After the first time it wasn’t long before he showed an interest in hopping on me a second time, and having enjoyed the original experience I was only too willing to oblige him and find some measure of consolement in our union and mutual enjoyment.
Now, years later I’m no longer homeless, and am happily self employed and living in a nice apartment, but I still enjoy that special closeness with him on a regular basis, and love him more than anything else in the world.
Does this make me an evil animal abuser or something? I don’t believe so, given he initiated it the first time and we both enjoy the intimacy, and if I thought for a second it was at all harmful to him I would of course stop at once. (He gets vet check ups every 6 months and has always gotten a perfect bill of health so I’m not seeing any physical harm, and emotionally he enjoys it probably more than I do with how eager he seems to initiate it some days.)
But well, human laws being what they are make zoophilia illegal due to people raping animals against their will, (which is what bestiality is) and while the law forces me to keep my relationship with him in the closet, if it protects some poor animal from being victimized by someone elsewhere, then so much the better.
Before my first time with him, I used to identify as a lesbian, but since then I’ve found no desire for a human partner, when he gives me all the love, support, and kindness I could possibly wish for.
Will I continue to be a zoophile and get another canine lover after he passes on of old age in a few years? Honestly, I don’t know. That’s a bridge I plan to cross when I’m forced to.
Should I seek therapy for my clear “mental illness?” I guess? If it was somehow negatively impacting my life or harming someone then sure, but I’m really quite content with my life, and relationship with him right now. Seeing any therapist would open the door to them possibly reporting me for “animal abuse” and someone trying to take him away from me, (and probably have him euthanized.) That kind of nightmare isn’t one I see me surviving with my sanity intact. (Indeed, death is preferable to living in the aftermath of that situation.)
But my current life is good, I have friends, interact with the public without difficulty, and maintain gainful employment without my relationship with him negatively impacting my life in any area. So I don’t see any reason to seek out counseling for an aspect of my life that makes both me, and my canine lifemate happy. (He is my lifemate, being completely honest with myself.)
I was tempted to post this under my actual account, but given the lack of tolerance some on Quora display, I think it’s safest if I don’t. Those who follow me may be able to tell who I am given what I’ve posted here, but I have my doubts many (any?) of them will ever read such a controversial question such as this, and I hope if they do connect the dots, they will do me the courtesy of contacting me via private message on my account if they have any questions about this part of my life I otherwise tend keep private.