Back Door Reminiscing

Was having a short discussion on anal with someone re some comments and they asked me to share my experiences. I’ve felt like writing for a bit but was lacking in inspiration so yes! Love it. Speaking purely for myself, there are 2 types of anal to my mind. The first I’ll call ‘loving anal’ – which is more-or-less like you would think from the name. It’s an expression of love, basically just like P in V sex only with the other hole. It’s intimate, it’s loving etc etc. The first time I ever enjoyed anal was in this fashion. I was getting a massage from my current husband (we were dating at the time) and he was straddling me. I was covered in oil and his cock was in my ass crack sliding back and forth when he moved. Eventually it ‘found’ its way to my hole and just started creeping in, inch by inch. The man has self-control. Just this little in, out each in going a fraction of an inch deeper until he was, well, in me all the way. It was great and opened the way for more (so to speak).

The other is what I call Dirty Anal. No I don’t mean the dirt normally associated with that area, I mean the ‘you’re a bad girl and you love this, don’t you, you little whore’ anal. For instance, sometimes I like to tease the hubster. Shocking, no? For instance there was a time before we moved in together, when I bought a new sofa. I sold the old one on Craig’s List and we were moving it out of the way in anticipation of the new one arriving. It was, I think, early Spring in New England and cold so I was NOT dressed sexily. Jeans and a hoodie but I made sure to tell him I had absolutely nothing else on aside from said jeans and hoodie and then proceeded to deflect his attentions when he tried to see. Yes I was doing it on purpose to rile him up. My sub-type is Brat. This went on for a bit until he decided he had enough of my shit and picked me up (I’m not a small woman) and tossed me over the arm of the old sofa and proceeded to rip down my jeans. Pinning me with one hand he smacked my ass a few times (which is what I had been driving towards) before telling me, sternly, “Don’t move”.

He came back with a bottle of lube and I suddenly realized I was about to get more than I bargained for.

“Spread your cheeks,” he commanded.

With that feeling in the pit of my stomach I complied. Of course he took pictures. He knows what gets me. I’m both turned on and humiliated, which turns me on more.

I felt the cold gel on my anus and his finger slicking me up, sending little electric shocks through me. He pushed in, burying his finger sending a jolt to my clit. He worked the finger, added more lube and another finger stretching me. The progressively thicker intrusion kept it from being too much at one time. I could feel him opening me wider, getting me used to him. He pulled them out and I felt his cock head inexorably working its way in. I gasped. I thought I had been ready but this was much thicker than a pair of fingers. I was being invaded. I yelped when he reached my inner ring. I don’t know about you, but when something lager than a finger gets to that point it burns and I feel almost like I’m going to lose control of my bowels for just a second. He stopped for a moment and then slowly continued and the feeling passed in a rush of ‘fullness’ and pleasure. It’s like a switch gets thrown from ‘oh this is starting to hurt’ to ‘oh my God this is wild’. He started thrusting, slowly at first and I shifted on the arm so I could grind my clit into it, so his thrusts into me pushed my clit down into the fabric.

I’ve always cum pretty easily for my husband and fairly quickly. It takes a little more work now that I’m post-menopausal but in those days it took very little to start me and anal still is one of those things that brings me off super quickly. Not on it’s own, I need clitoral stimulation, and not the leg-shaking explosive orgasms I can have sometimes, but more like low intensity, drawn out ‘buzzing’ orgasms. I started cumming almost immediately. He says he can feel when I cum when he’s in my ass as I clench down hard and pulse. I know I can feel him both from the throbbing his cock makes to the feel of his hot cum spurting into me.

I usually go to the bathroom after. Sometimes there’s a little blood. If I’m in the right mood, I like that. Then I shower.