The argument for the ass
There’s a fair amount of literature available on how. There’s very little on why. So I present:
The Argument for the Ass.
The best anal sex is a step by step communication, a negotiating of boundaries that protect a very tender place. He prods me, I relent. I release and he moves deeper inside of me. Finally he’s in, the last vestiges of his cock, the last vestiges of whatever it is I hold onto are foregone and everything is easy from there. It’s only the journey to that place that’s tough. Beyond it is another realm. It can be unbelievable to feel him fucking my ass as hard as he does, as hard as he dares to, but therein lies the secret of his charm: he dares.
There are times when I feel I can’t reach myself, or something is buried I can’t access. That’s when I really need to get fucked in the ass. I need him, his ability to penetrate me and fuck me open. I need a cock in my ass so that I can forget myself.
There’s a reason why we call people “tight asses.” Well, I have just the remedy for them and their persnicketiness: A fat, fat cock up the ass. It does wonders for peace of mind.
“Beyond control lies God.”
- Toni Bentley in The Surrender (Who, by the way, has written the great ode to ass-fucking).
He flips me around and throws me down onto the bed as soon as I enter.
Anal sex serves the purpose of shaking up all that suppressed shit we don’t let rise to the surface. It’s the underbelly, the unconscious, being dredged up and splayed open. Unveiling. The great gift of cock is its ability to penetrate.
Slowly, steadily and then vigorously plowed. I need him to thrust me into submission, to a place of surrender where I am free from my mind and utterly in my body. Eventually, we get there, together, to an infinite free fall. Where trust and letting go are the only answers and pleasure is sublime.
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