Born receiver here, love it. The anticipation and roll-up to the main event and after-glow. From the preparations (enemas) knowing why you're doing them in addition to how good they feel (and no better aphrodisiac than knowing your totally clean) , to the intimate foreplay - caressing, kissing (sometimes), stripping off our clothes, getting in bed, moving into position, spreading my legs, feeling his hardness sliding and pressing between my cheeks, his hands on my hips, shoulders, or holding my legs back and apart. The patient way he holds back from entering me at first, even a minute or two beyond the point I'm ready, and takes his time. The sweet slow way he slides all the way into me, until I feel his balls on my butt, knowing this is how deep he'll be when he climaxes. The pumping in and out, me arching my back or spreading my legs and wrapping them around his back, the feeling of his loins (or hands) smacking my ass while he takes me in this most intimate way. "Harder!" I tell him, and he delivers, bottoming out and slapping my ass with each subsequent thrust. Finally his pace picks up, his breathing quickens, his body tenses up, and I feel his manhood harden inside me, as I know what is about to happen. I meet his thrusts with precise depth and timing, almost but not quite withdrawing from me and then plunging back deep inside. His face - if I can see it in that position, becomes red, sweaty and starts to show veins, the so-called 'ugliness' of a genuine and intense approaching orgasm. Then, with a loud grunt, groan or yell, always taking me by surprise as to the volume and intensity, he thrusts deep and hard into me, to the hilt, unleashing ropes of creamy male seed. While I can't feel him shooting (as with some women who can feel the individual shots landing on their cervix) I do feel the warm wetness that ensues, which I enjoy keeping inside the rest of the day. I don't even wipe away the creampie on my anus, much preferring the wet, sliding squishy feeling between my cheeks as I walk around or sit. Sometimes later I will expel his semen into a tissue or hankerchief, just to see the impressive volume, feel it, even taste it. Most of the time though I keep it inside, knowing it's his and belongs there, as much as my body now belongs to him.