@FreeSpiritGirl, and many other ladies that enjoy anal sex.
FreeSpiritGirl, your experience is so much like mine. It was like leaving earth and going into the depths of the universe. Our maker must have given this gift to us and it was only a matter of time that the miracle would be revealed.
That multiple orgasm ability is beyond anything I can explain but Oh My Goodness, what a way to live!
My husband often put me to bed after our anal sex sessions. I'd be totally worn out!
I'm going to jump off topic here. Please don't give me the boot!
Prior to Bill going to Vietnam I felt badly when I found out how my husband was treated as a child and young man. He volunteered for Army Vietnam Duty, in November of 1968. I actually thought that he wanted to die in honor in Vietnam. That at least would prove he was good for something. I met him at age 17. We went to the same high school. I fell in love with this blond hair green eyed boy. This was September 1968. Well, I finally got him to kiss me on my front door. On a Saturday morning he was at my house. My mom and dad were gone. I went into my bed room and stripped to my panties and bra, walked out and said, "Come With Me" He was going to hit the door and run away! I said, "Oh No, You Come With Me" He did and I asked him to remove my panties. Now looking at me like a lost ball in high weeds he did as I asked. I said, "I want you to kiss my pussy, you do know what a pussy is, right?" I'll say this for him, he was a quick learner! That morning broke the fear! I had finally showed him he was good for something! On October 5th 1968 we went to the Outdoor Movies to watch the "Night Of The Living Dead" I had it all planned out! Much Hanky Panky in his dad's Ford Station wagon. I got all prettied up and wore "Black Stockings" under my skirt. Back then a girl that wore black stockings was a Naughty Girl! Well, I planned on being naughty! I never though this would be questionable? I was having My Period! To make a long story short Bill was afraid to kiss my pussy! When I told him, "Now Or Never" it was Now!
That night was sealed with a kiss with his lips, mouth and tongue loving my menstruating vagina. I was now his "Bread Of Life" as he put it! We would replicate that night during our marriage every time I had My Period. I was his "Bread Of Life" I came to him so he would not hunger! That two years in the Army was a living hell for me. I was True Blue and honest as I waited for him to come home. I Thank The Lord he came home.
I finally found out what he meant. The lyric or interpretations, "Unless You Eat Of The Bread Of The Son Of Man, And Drink Of His Blood And Drink Of His Blood, You Shall Not Have Life Within You" I said to myself, "This is the most beautiful gift I had ever been given" My blood, my life was in him and now we were one and forever.
My husband has a beautiful singing voice. He use to sing at the Catholic Church. He was a Cantor. When that song "I am the bread of life was used during mass he would walk down the aisles to get the people to sing. He would stop in front of me and look into my eyes as he sung the words in a most thundering and passionate way. His vibrato, and the passion as tears fell from his eyes he sang those words. The words in RED. I would whisper and sing to him as I looked him directly in his eyes! Yes we knew that we were bonded forever.
I can't say how many times I can hear him singing softly during anal sex. We are locked in and gently pushing against each other. My head is on his shoulder and we can kiss. I love that! It's even nicer to know that other lovers enjoy what we enjoy.
I love to read about what other members fun times are like. Many of us are so much alike.
Sorry I got off topic. Could not help myself!
Gwen