Wednesday, May 23, 2007

His Cock, My Anal Canal...

Of the tried and true missionary, for some strange reason, I am tired and I want to feel what it's like to be penetrated, straight up the back chute, so I void myself, with plenty of prune juice and coffee, and set out to take it up the ass.


An added premise is that stimulation of the vagal down under there, via the anal passage, can really get you off. I've tested this with a middle finger a medical glove, and plenty of kay-wye.


Joao, my resident former Italian buck, will do me the favor, so I hope, I know he's been hungering for my ass, and cum for many moons, I suspect.
We meet late one evening in his carriage house, the former slave quarters in a Midtown section of that great bluezy Rivertown; The seduction enjoyed with wine and music.


I've busted his nut and sucked him dry; now his turn; he tongues my aureoles massages my chests, gets me hard and quivering, I have to beg him to take me from behind.


He has a hard time believing me, but I assure him this is what I want I brace myself, he reaches around, holds, and his phallus commences to probe gently.


He never hurts me, which is nice, I suppose, but I'm left wondering how a really rough session would go. Be careful what you pray for, my conscience says.

3 comments:

Joao Pedro said...

Wonderfully written. :) Thank you Baby.


Joao

Anonymous said...

Hi, very interesting post, greetings from Greece!

100% FIERCE said...

Interested in what? MEeting up and...