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Happy Bloody Valentines day....
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Happy Bloody Valentines day.... My dear Senior Sizzle friend was asking about my anal encounters and what I so loved about it.... One of my very favourite erotic stories was about a girl in a peek a boo joint toying with her anus... It had me hot and sweaty before I fully understood what she was doing. It is, for me until I know different, the most intimate experience lovers can share. The trust on the womans side has got to be complete. The male partner must be able to control himself not to thrust before the lady is properly ready. Its always going to be too too tight. I love the way he needs to work the silky juices from my quim up to my bud. Then gently massage that most secret of places. The taboo alone is overwhelming. I always blush at the beginning...its a mutual understanding and exercise in consent and patience. Gently working the juices up and teasing the bud into a more relaxed and willing state. Then starting first with his little finger he can gently push and open the bud, teaching it to trust and not to contract-that’s for later... As he reaches a point when his thumb is massaging the rim and just inside he can add a finger to my cunt and the thumb and finger can rub together with just that thin film of muscle and tissue in between. Excruciating bliss. Just the thought of it now makes me swoon and shiver. My anus contracting in anticipation, my cunt soaking. Im already planning what toys to pull out for tonight. With my heart so full of love for this silly man and my need for him even more I feel a hard session of personal abuse coming up.... To start the easiest is for me to lie on my side with my legs curled quite close. He enters my pussy first, sliding in and out and dragging more juices to my bud with his cock. As he reaches my anus, he pushes softly, not going in, just stretching it a little, more every time... This is the point where you need to know each other rather well...to trust him to go in slowly. . As he enters me the first time, pushing in, I love the pain and the stretching feeling as he explores deeper in that first thrust, the slower the better. Then pulling out I grip his cock and draw him to me, his gasps of pleasure testament to his enjoyment. As you calm down, and relax you can begin to move more forcibly, a little deeper, a little harder every time... In the perfect situation everyones clean and hot and you can slide from anus to cunt and back again. Once its going well, move to doggy style. Here the penetration is so much deeper and the possibility for getting hurt is very real. I like to be pushed to the limits of my pain. Many find this difficult to understand but my character craves the will of another being imposed on me. Helpless. To be forced that little bit too far. Or asked to do something slightly unacceptable, or be submissive is my need. The fact that I enjoy it and find it empowering is besides the point really! I love he feeling of a cock or toy giving that last little push to get in and the anus’ last resistance to the penetration, then the anticipation of it reaching the limit but thrusting a little further into the pain barrier. The involuntary contraction caused by that extra pain, that stretching and holding of muscles.... When he draws himself out, to the tip of his cock, my anus gripping him all the way and feeling the tapering of his head. Then the pause and that moment of anticipation as he either slams back in hard or slowly lowers his full length deep into my most tender of places....shew.... I have had it very hard. My first time was in a shower and I wasn't expecting it, or had even imagined such a thing possible. He rammed into me so hard and suddenly the pain was phenomenal. My immediate reaction was panic and fear, but intrigued I didn't pull right off him but rather waited for him... realizing his mistake he calmed me down and we tried again. This time gently, carefully. It was amazing. Incredibly beautiful and so very very intimate. I was ruined. Its all I could think of and we did it over and over for days until I became raw and bruised. Not a bad feeling either.... Now as I sit here writing these secret things and dreaming of the possibilities that lurk in my world, I long for release and passion. Rutting in an animalistic desperate need. The sounds the smells of bodies entwined and sweaty. Skin on skin and sex on sex. |
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Damn, that was hotter than the first time I read it and, of course, I am harder!
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