Disclaimer: Someone’s linked this off Reddit (thanks!) and now people are discussing this episode like it’s rape. It isn’t. The story I tell here is something that I found deeply hot and that was 100% consensual and happened with a guy I trust very much. Trust me – if I write about something that isn’t consensual, you’ll know, and will be able to taste the rage just by licking the computer screen.
Holy hot angry fucking, buttsex is cool.
It hurts and stretches you and fills you up and aches. It’s filthy. It’s brilliantly powerful because guys go crazy for it.
One of the sexiest things in the world is a guy asking for specifics. Let me come in your hair, wear the pretty boots, touch my cock, please please please let me do this.
More often than not ‘this’ is buttsex.
It’s the sort of thing that guys get really hard for, something they beg for or see as a ‘treat’. If they ask for it and you say ‘yes’ with a filthy grin, it makes them all the harder. Even better, they don’t usually expect women to want it, so if you look a guy straight in the eye and say “fuck me. In the ass. Please.” you’ll get rock-solid dripping enthusiasm before you can say ‘I’ll go get the lube.’
And if you do it right – if you’re lubed up and squirming and gasping as he pushes his dick deep into you – you’ll usually be rewarded with a guy orgasm so hard you can feel it up to your stomach. His cock twitching and jerking as he shoots spunk deep inside your ass.
Girlonthenet is taking a short break right now, and will return in a second when she has finished frigging herself cross-eyed over the thought of buttsex ejaculation.
So – excitable boys and spunk explosions – just a couple of reasons why anal sex is amazing.
But the main reason I like it is perhaps a bit more controversial – it hurts. And I mean really hurts. Depending on the size of the guy, buttsex can either be a bit uncomfortable or a world of agony.
No matter who I’ve done it with, my immediate reaction has always been “ow fuck, ouch, please stop.” And I wriggle and I try to pull away, and I panic. The test of a boy that I really want to sink my teeth into is that he’ll keep on going anyway.
The best boys will push me face down into the bed, put their full weight on top of me, wrap their arms around my chest and my throat, and whisper in my ear that I have to take it. That I should calm down. That I should shut the fuck up. That I’m such a good girl.
This works with other kinds of sex too, but with anal it’s all heightened, because it really does hurt. I can pretend not to want you to fuck me, but you’ll know I’m pretending. When I beg you not to fuck me in the ass, I genuinely mean it – I’m scared and gasping and wet with fear, right up until the moment that you do it.
I was lying in bed with number 26, him spooning me from behind with his massive arms gripping my chest and squeezing the air out of me. His cock was so hard, and he was pushing it right up against my ass.
I squirmed as he forced the head in, gently, then with a bit more pressure until I let out a gasp of shock. It hurt. And he was pushing. And it hurt. And at that moment I really really really didn’t want to.
So I said. “No, it hurts.”
And he said “I’m going to count to three and then I’m going to go all the way in. I’m going to push it right into you. OK?”
And I said “Please don’t.”
“No. Please no.”
Oh holy fuck.
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