Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿This is a work of fiction, a product of stifled upbringing and the fantasy I have always wanted but could never attain, as well as more recent pain that was needlessly inflicted on me. I believe love is possible but not easy. I hope that out of my pain and frustration you may find enjoyment and be refreshed, which, considering the content may not be applicable if you don't believe what I am about to write is possible. This is what I want in my ideal future partner, maybe. Maybe I just need to get it off my chest and that's all it is. It's a shit piece of writing with subtle digs, hence its tangential nature. Really, this is two separate works in one so it's a monstrosity. We've just finished dinner and the meal was rich and creamy, simple macaroni and cheese with a little extra real cheese and a bit of hamburger. Sometimes the simplest things are the tastiest. Seems silly but all I've ever wanted you to make was always the easy things, you know with the slightest touch added, a small finesse added in for good measure. You have known me to be the guy you've come to love; a man that doesn't ask much of you. It still remains fascinating to me how angry other women get over trivial things. That's how I knew you were the one for me. You let go of things just as quickly if not quicker than I do, you're chill without being cold. With precision I put the dishes away and, while you watch that favorite talent show you love (sacrifice is hard for men after all but this one can be brutal) we are settled on the couch and I begin to massage your shoulders. The day hasn't been easy but hey nobody said I can't give my woman a relaxing downtime. The show ends and of course it was one of those ones where the mime bursts out into song, a tragic but beautiful ending to the day and in that moment I am acutely aware of the superior power of the tv to exert the same effect in a few minutes that comparatively sometimes takes me months to get a response out of you, even though my stamina doesn't give out easily, although I'm sure dust could bring me to my knees if not careful. I'm horribly allergic. My sensitivity always seems lacking in my opinion, but you never brought it up. Maybe you don't feel things like I do sometimes. Maybe because you're actually satisfied with our relationship and you know I care about you. That's why you let me into you mind, heart, and soul and suddenly I don't feel like I'm suffocating any more, or like my head hurts, unable to sleep. We've been married now for twenty years but let me remind you of one of the most memorable moments I had while I was with you and one reason why I love you, since the TV is off now and there's nothing to distract you. First, let me get the bottle of red wine and some goblets... We had been dating for several months and you were, I hate to say, a bit of a prude even though in private you were an absolute freak. I appreciated that though because, well, frankly, sluts carried diseases back then and I was terrified of my dick burning when I pee, or worse! For all I know with my luck I could contract ebola and bleed out my ears. But I understood your trepidation. I also understood your frustration. It was like love at first sight, but silly us, the fears of relationship failure overtook us. It was one very specific night in your bedroom, though, that I finally confessed to you that you were my first, that I was a virgin. You said, but how can that be? And I said "it was tough but you won't believe how much jacking off I did to try to keep it that way!" Silly, right? But you already know my upbringing. It was then you asked me about other firsts. I said "well, I've never done anal.. Or oral, and certainly not in that order... B-but I've done a lot of research on anal." .. You knew I always put my foot in my mouth in the most charming and disgusting ways..."riiight. "Research"" you laughingly said. " show me what you got" You remember what happens next. I said in a calm, low, gutteral voice "turn around... Against the wall, and spread 'em." and you smiled slightly and turned around, against the wall. In that time I like a ninja grabbed the lube from the bedside cabinet and shoved it in my pocket. I press onto your body gently with my hulking build; my breath came upon your ear as I wrap my arms around your waist. That sigh of relief came out of me like a beast that found water in a desert, a water buffalo, quiet, powerful,but docile. I smell your hair, and humm a little, knowing that the vibration tickles your soul, and I'm about to play. Your arms outstretched, I slowly search for your hands from your shoulders, to grasp them as I slowly gyrate my hips into you, your wonderful ass feeling the subtle pressure and anticipation of things to come. I haven't even taken your pants off. I give your earlobe a quick nibble, then release your hands and body from bondage and slowly guide them across your skin, to your back, down, down, up underneath your blue shirt, finally resting on your mounds of milky delight, the center of your giving, an important part of our bonding. I play with them in slow, gentle circles, careful to only barely touch the tip as I make another round around them with my fingers, mindful of this wonderful body and mind that you've given me access to. Not to inflate your ego too much, Of course. In all things must come relaxation. I kneel behind you and seeing your ass in those jeans got me hard. I go to pull them down as I bury my face in your crevice for just a moment, my nose bumping up onto you reminding you where I am. Your pants are down and I make that corny pun about how I got you with your pants down. I don't waste more time, I take your panties off, which still have yet to be completely soaked. I stand up, take your shirt off and toss it to the side. I unzip to let you feel what's coming, but I know you're not ready yet, so I tease you. I say "you know, uncut guys are built for anal. They don't have as much friction on that sensitive ring, so it feels better" "Really?" Yep. No painal for you my dear. But we should still make sure you're clean. We need to douche your ass. "What?" "You heard me. Personally I love all of you and am not worried but let's move to the tub anyway." Seeing you in that shower with that tiny tube up your ass, your belly slightly distended was hot realizing just how far you'd go to please me and give this a try. I thought, maybe one day it'll be filled with more than just water. Well, time will tell. "You know doing those crunches is a good warmup for how hard you'll cum." I said, smiling, while you emptied your bowels. You always had so much power, even while shitting. "Well you better make me cum mister or else you owe me a good long hoover!" "Deal.... Ready?" "I think so" (((Now get on the bed.))) You know who I am, baby. As you walk over you smack me en passant, I see your juices flowing and I'm positive it's not just because of the warm water where the sun don't shine. I remember the warm water very fondly, it was a steamy day, both happy and sad, bittersweet. Poor thing, your pussy won't be getting fucked today, it must be confused. Pussy is for the bad boys only and I'm certain we must've discussed this, but maybe you were just being coy. I smile inside considering your frustration building, and as you lie on the bed, ass up in the air, I take my clothes fully, gingerly off as you still keep me hard. I throw the pants on the bed beside you and I straddle your posterior, slowly massaging the globes of flesh and hearing the sound of your breathing. I recall all those coaching lessons where you lied on purpose and smacked me just to see if I would flinch. You were so coy. I make a few slow presses into your back nook, making sure not to actually cause pain, just pressure, with my thumb. I say "I'm now making sure that your body knows what's coming. It needs to relax and my pressure now will help your body to relax and the blood flow out of that delicate ring. Breathe in and out for me." As each exhale happens I slowly press downward, inward, firmly. "Now, it's been a few minutes and I can see you're sopping wet. I'm going to lube you up, but you have plenty of your own. No sense wasting it." As I reach down I feel your slick, several drops of drip, enough for now,I think, and I lap it up and apply liberally to your dark apex. Sorry pussy its just not your day. I tell you to grab your cheeks for me and you do so - Show me the place you want me to enter. Inside those eyes, I see a little smile at this playful, naughty little performance. Slowly, gently, my pussy-juice-lubed finger asserts itself, as I tell you to "push out a little'", first into the first ring, and then into the second. More than your ex ever accomplished and I was happy to make the suggestion and you taking me up on my little experiment, but I know I'm not the only one playing. " Now I know you need time to adjust. It's OK." I stroke your lower back forcefully, giving your body something else to think about as I slowly start working my finger around, in, pistoning it as I give a humm of approval and satisfaction, my balls now have swollen as my ballsack sways heavily, ready to be milked, borderline sore, and I decide to place them on your thigh, teasing them with your soft skin, massaging the tiny follicles, which only makes my situation more dire, almost worse than death. I add another finger inside and now remind you of the piece that is now throbbing. Surely better than an inanimate hunk of metal. I pull out and stare into the abyss and it stares back unto me. Intoxicating. "You know where that's going soon. But I have more tricks up my sleeve." I remove my fingers, you looking at me puzzled. "What are you doing?" "Trust me. Put that pillow under your hips just above your pussy... Good, now, here's the trick. ( I begin lubing my cock with real lube now) Grab your pussy lips firmly. This confuses your body and makes it think there's a huge cock inside of your pussy and everything relaxes. I'll massage one of your breasts, this helps too, especially if I squeeze hard. Ready to trust?" (I did think of using shocker therapy but that rarely works, maybe it works more on others. "Uh, OK.." I position myself so you feel my hard, hot cock against your hole. "No rubbing your pussy, just grab hard, just before you feel pain." I rub your breast, sure to give the full sensitivity of the tip this time, and slowly press into your puckered playground. I hear you gasp, as I know your body is experiencing that wonderful butterfly tingle. I go in fully, slowly. It's like you never felt your anal walls before, as my prick slowly enters, you realize it's like your vagina, but a little different. Like I'm in your soul, the connection being merely a conduit, my cock, to your innermost feelings. It's amazing the feed back loop that happens once you're aware of it. Sometimes it's like a curse more than a blessing. What is reality if not what you make of it and what is intelligent design without exploitable systems, back doors? "See? Your breasts are hard as a rock and we don't even take drugs. That's because your body knows this is not only different but also for pure pleasure. You can let go of you pussy now" I say as my balls meet your hand, but like a dog with a bone you wanted to keep your hand there longer than I thought was necessary, but it's your right to act any way you want. You release and I take a moment to tease you by squirming my balls on the folds of your soft pussy. I lean onto you a little and kiss your ear, your cheek, and you moan. Suddenly, I get up and off of you, leaving you stunned. "That was just the warmup. The real treat is to come. Get on your back and put your legs up, on the edge of the bed... Now you have a choice. Legs leaned back far, or crossed legged. Crossing them sometimes makes it easier but since you're already warmed up, legs back! As far as they can go. I'm going to mine for slick gold and don't mind the crude!" You comply and it makes me even hotter seeing how into it you are. "Now, time to confuse your pussy even more. I know you can gspot orgasm, let's see if you can gspot anal orgasm. That'll really confuse that cunt of yours, I can't wait to see it gush as I slam this asspussy I am growing to love." I enter again, this time less slowly, your pussy now capable of dripping onto your own asspussy for natural lube as you moan at the realization of what I was trying to accomplish. Angling upward, I slowly piston in and out, up and down, and seeing the beautiful view of your engorged sex as it slowly oozes a silent approval to the perverse filth you agreed to, to the filth you asked for. So fat a pussy and my penis entering in your ass as if two lovers that know each other are there but can't speak because of the wall dividing them, like Romeo and Juliette. I can only imagine what's going through its "head" right now.I see your face, eyes half closed as you feel the full power of your body and mine combined. I pull your hand away. "No clit, just ass for you, you can do it babe." I help you out by reminding you of the sensitivity of your legs, feet, neck, and finally again your breasts and the flood of feelings swirl as you realize you're actually going to cum from this perverse anal juicing, and you start the tension pre-cumming movements, any pains you had in your body are now gone as dopamine floods your brain and you tell me to fuck you harder. HARDER! I quicken my pace as you chase the wave like a surfer that caught the perfect tidal wave, one that will destroy everything in its wake. And then it happened. You yell out as you squirt on us both, over and over like an ink pen penning the acceptance of this declaration of ass-independence, an arcane lie that happens to be true. I grab your legs even harder as I feel your convulsions, sending me over the edge as my thick cum coats your walls, filling up every crevice like a cum enema and I howl like a wolf with a bitch. We sit there for a minute, and finally I pull out, and I ask you to keep it in you. I curl up beside you with the knowledge that my testosterone seed is a ticking time bomb inside of you, priming you for the next time with added drive like a woman on steroids. "Thanks hun your ass was really good." "Thanks? No, you don't understand.. that wasn't like anything I've ever experienced before, that was amazing, I had NO idea!" "I know, research pays off. Guys always fuck it up, plus as i said my cock is built for it not like most guys. Genital mutilation of anyone should be banned. Hey your nipple are still hard" "Well I'm still horny, this time I want something extra even though you're off the hook" (...worked faster than I thought it would) "You are a beast, girl, you know that? Let me do the honor of bunnyhopping for you." "You are always so attentive" "Female pleasure is really hot to me, you're not just a meatbag or a fucktoy to me, it means nothing if I can't get you on. You remember how I acted in previous recorded sessions, you know me better than that. Now I'll use my mouth for more than jawing. (((Spread 'em up!))) --------------------------------------------------------------------------- And that was the best moment of my life. The minute you let me into your most secretive of gardens and I procured the best bouquet from the most unlikely of sources. You have such a consistent week behind it's uncanny, and maybe that's why you hide it so well. Bet you're sorry now! " Not quiet and stop yelling, Gaylord." So now you know, I will always love your ass, but of course your mind too, you crazy bitch. Sometimes the simplest things are the best. But seriously I'll make the food from now on OK hun? Mac and cheese with a lot of melted cheese just isn't appealing to me, although you tried your best to make it enjoyable. I swear you use yourself against me like a weapon, begging me to lose control, and I fall for it every time! Must be something in the water.... Or maybe it's just who you are that resonates with me and shatters my world. You knew what you were doing when you played those games and blamed me for playing games. I know who you are, sweety. I scope the last of the wineglass greedily, as I pay attention to nothing but you, now. You're my number 1 girl. My Sun, showing me the moon and crushing the stars in your hand. " Hun?" "Yes?" "I'm drunk and horny, you'll need to " service the account" again especially after that story" "..... Show me where you want it, baby. I bet I can get you off again, but try to shut your mouth, I know my tongue is killer but do your best."