A Leash of Love

I didn’t want to believe it. I sat on the sidewalk, staring at her leash in disbelief. I had let her off the leash for a moment just a few feet away from me while I was pushing my cart down the aisle. I turned my head to grab something and when I looked back she was gone.

I had been shopping for hours looking for her and no one seemed to know what happened to her. There was a security guard who said that he saw someone carrying her out of the store, but no one believed him. He looked like he was about to cry as he told me his story, but I didn’t have time to console him.

I started crying as well, looking around everywhere for any sign of her. A few people walked by me without saying anything, most likely assuming that she was just another lost dog and we would reunite in no time, but I knew that wasn’t the case.

I thought about calling the police or an animal shelter, but I never even got through a sentence with anyone before they told me that they couldn’t help and it was up to me now. The last thing I remembered before falling into a deep depression was how much she loved this place and how much she enjoyed checking out all of the other pets here with me in these stores. Now she was gone and there wasn’t a single soul on Earth who could help me find her again.

I don’t know how long I sat there mourning over my lost dog until another figure appeared next to me holding a leash in their hand and gently placing it down next to mine before sitting down on the floor next to me with their back against our shopping cart. It took me a few moments before realizing that it was another woman and not another dog.

She was gorgeous, with dark hair and a beautiful face framed by a pair of glasses which did nothing to hide her beauty because they just made her look even more attractive than she already is. Her eyes were very blue and shone brightly in the light of the store as she stared at me without saying anything for a few moments before asking what happened to my dog.

“She disappeared after someone stole her right out of my hands not too long ago,” I told her with tears in my eyes as I looked up at her and shook my head with disappointment while wiping away some tears from my cheeks with my hand. “I don’t know what happened or how they managed to get away with it so easily while everyone else just watched on as if nothing happened!”

She placed her hand on my shoulder as she continued looking at me with sympathy before turning around and taking off some kind of leather collar from around her neck. She then placed it down next to mine before pulling out a small cloth from one of the bags which contained something inside which clanked together when she pulled it out. She unwrapped it carefully before revealing a pair of dog tags which had writing on both sides engraved on them along with some sort of picture engraved on them as well which looked like hers judging by the coloration but otherwise similar enough to be identical twins except for some minor differences along the edges where most dogs have their name engraved whereas this tag only had one word engraved across it: Addison.

The woman reached behind herself and unclipped whatever belt held up those shorts together before pulling them down slightly so that they were no longer covering up everything underneath them while leaving enough space still showing off more than enough cleavage to make any man turn into stone if he accidentally set his eyes upon anything more than an inch higher than necessary under any circumstances whatsoever before bending over at the waist until both of those perfect ass cheeks stuck right into your face as close as possible without touching you directly yourself while reaching forward with one hand to pick up those tags once again while slapping herself hard on each ass cheek twice before standing back upright again while handing them over towards me while telling me how happy she would be if I took these tags as replacements for my lost dog since she apparently has no use for them anymore herself since she could never stand having something around her neck since it always bothered her whenever one got caught somewhere along the way during sex or otherwise during any activity where things got rough suddenly without warning or else someone pushed or pulled harder than usual without giving enough warning beforehand about doing so first beforehand so that she could remove whatever objects interfered with themselves beforehand so that this would never happen again in any way shape or form whatsoever especially not now that I gave these tags back over towards myself because they apparently were supposed to represent us being mates instead of competitors today so that we could forget about things which bothered us earlier today together instead of getting upset about stuff like this alone silently in our homes tonight since we apparently have plenty more time left ahead of us besides tonight together since neither one of us wanted to go home alone tonight after work so that we could find some way for us both to enjoy ourselves tonight together instead of getting home alone later tonight after work by ourselves without each other's company without either one of us knowing whether this night tomorrow would be our last night together forever or otherwise not at all because we wouldn't know whether things would ever turn out alright between us two tomorrow ahead of time since neither one of us wanted to ask anyone else from work where they live tonight ahead of time either especially because none of us trusted each other tonight after work because none of us felt comfortable going home alone tonight after work with anyone else after work instead deciding right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then and there right then...