Sub title: Sex is mess, anal sex is messier.
You can already tell where this post is going, can’t you?
It’s Friday and I’m in need of some relief to get me through my work weekend so I’m going to tell you about my anal sex experience. That’s right, in an ongoing effort to be honest, I’m going to talk about my ass.
If you recall, I had a bit of a bucket list of things to accomplish before 30. I’m not sure I managed to get many of them done before July ended, but a few things are better late than never.
I’ve got a fat ass that garners a lot of attention so I’ve always had a bit of a thing for all things ass. Spanking has been my ass play of choice, but the fascination with anal sex has been there.
A lover or two has taken a lubed digit and swirled it around my rose bud when he’s got me from behind. Some have pushed it in and made me squeal. It’s good and I like it.
Porn and erotica paint this picture of anal sex that’s alluring, sexy, hot. Reality can be that, but as a first timer I can say it’s a lot of other things too.
I am not sexy during the act of sex. I can argue that I’m not sexy most of the time, but some of you will call me a liar.
Unless you’ve had lots of the D in your A, anal sex hurts like a bitch the first time.
I prepped with pretty, jeweled plugs that a few of you were privileged enough to see. I consulted experts in the ways of anal sex and watched a little porn, but nothing can prepare you for the first time someone slides in.
It’s this interesting mix of pain/pleasure that blows your mind. You question how something can feel good and hurt so damn bad. It’s the moment he’s in to the hilt, that is the moment where you know you’d do it again over and over.
But this shit (emphasis on this part) is also hella gross.
I’m not sure what comes out of your ass, but mine holds and expels some nasty stuff. Sticking a dick in will not change that. Actually the stimulation increases the likelihood of a messy occurrence.
(It’s taking everything I have not to be crude, folks. It’s far more difficult than you know to refrain from making shit jokes.)
He seemed to enjoy the sex. He enjoyed it enough that we had sex more than once, but he hightailed it to the bathroom after each go.
So things I’ll need for future anal sex encounters? Lots and lots of lube and an enema pre sex. How often does the topic of an enema come up in a blog? It’s never graced mine!
If you plan on sticking anything up my ass, be prepared. I’m very clean, but some messes can’t be avoided. We are talking about the stink and not the pink here.
I guess it’s a good excuse to shower together after? Because many of you fantasize about that, right? Me, naked and wet. Naughty!
If you ask real nice, maybe I’ll show you my jeweled plug snuggled in between my cheeks. You have to ask nicely though. 😉
Here’s just a little sexy to take the stink out of the post.
He jerks my hips up, pulling me back when I want to sink forward. The shallow thrust of his cock burns so good that I bury my face in the pillow to hold back my groans.
My head’s pulled back, his hand grasping my hair and yanking me up.
“I’m gonna fuck that ass. Tell me you want me to.”
The withdrawal is slow like he’s waiting for my answer before he’ll begin.
I want to beg, but I can’t speak. I want him to use me, disregard my pleasure, take my ass at his speed. I’ve never wanted anything so badly.
And then he’s pushing me to my limit, blending pain and pleasure with the depth that his cock can go to. Whispering “Shut the fuck up” knowing I can’t keep silent, knowing that the restraint makes me pant and thrash and cry out.
Makes me say “thank you” when he’s done.