katiehabits
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i think i've heard most of yer tales there skunk...... you should post the poop cabin one.....
ahahaha... I think I've found the trick to anal sex is to not think about it too much... and RELAX!!
but, its definitely not for everyone.....
I'm one to experiment, and that subject has only lead to me crying after 5 seconds and the guy feeling realy bad lol to me it hurts and makes me very uncomfortable and kinda just makes me want to fight the guy.
Can any woman say they actually enjoy anal sex?
(this is something I found in my journal, figured I could maybe post it here. My writings tend to be a little on the dirty side -most of the time- so if its not appropriate for this site just take it down, no worries.... but it is a tale of my travels, even if it is an incident that spanned just one night with someone I cared deeply for...at one time.)
... Anal Sex ...
[the first time]
He pressed his cock, firm and slick with my moisture, against my asshole needfully; He rubbed little circles around the opening. Next thing I knew He was back inside my cunt, I rocked against Him and he slid a curious finger into my anus, then two.
He let out a moan as His penis finally conquered that previously undiscovered entrance into my depths. I forgot where I was, and any need to be hushed (people were camping within earshot -- OOPS!). A few more sloppy drunken thrusts and He pulled out to spill Himself onto my rump.
I tried to imagine what I looked like; collapsed and content, wasted, glistening in the warm candle light bouncing off of cement walls, slumped in a sweaty mess of sleeping bags on a bed of cardboard covering stones and dust. He wiped His cum off with some earlier discarded sock and stumbled off into the consuming darkness to urinate off the rocks... I gathered myself, my clothes, and the space bag. Holding the plastic bag of wine above my head I suckled a couple long sips from the hard plastic nozzle before dressing and then searching for a smoke.
We slept that night wrapped around each other, and I awoke a few comfortable hours later to find our fingers still intertwined. I closed my eyes against the dim light, inhaled the dusty aromas of the man-made cave under a well traveled road, and listened to those cars passing overhead; then i listened closer, to the cheerful birds and the faint sounds of the river down the bank rushing always to the sea as I drifted back to my dreams.
These are tiny filthy scraps of my love...
memories of bliss I hope to never forget.
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