No matter how sexually experienced and jaded I may get, there is one taboo I’m likely to hold onto. Anal sex. I don’t have any problem doing anal play on someone else. I’m not squicked out. It doesn’t seem weird. However I generally freeze up over the thought of anyone touching my asshole. Yet there’s still this deep sexual longing. Yesterday, I just wanted to take it in the ass.
My reservations about anal sex have to do, in part, with negative experiences early on in my life, but that doesn’t really explain it. I’ve had bad experiences with oral sex, but I love to suck cock and it feels totally normal. No, anal sex has the feel of a taboo to it – forbidden and shameful. I’m one of those people who can’t even poop in a public restroom, let alone permit my lover to lick my asshole. Anal sex is just dirty! And doing a dirty sex act is pretty fucking hot.
I guess yesterday I was just in the mood. I wanted Harold in every way possible, to be filled, to give myself and to be thoroughly taken. I needed to be bad, to push myself past my comfort zone. Asking Harold to fuck me in the ass felt so wanton and wild. Of course, I had to talk him into it. He couldn’t believe that I would really want anal sex. I’m a wicked woman.
We made it part of our love-making, mixing bits of anal play in with oral sex and crushing Harold’s balls in a vice and making out and generally grunting and pushing at each other in an animal way. Despite my taboos, it started to feel pretty natural. I like the feel of Harold’s lubed finger sliding in and out of my asshole. And then the vibrator. It’s no different than anything else we do.
When we reached the point in our love-making where penetration would normally happen, we fumbled around a bit, but finally managed to get Harold’s lubed cock into my ass. He hasn’t done a lot of this, so I needed to ask him to slow down. I had a brief moment on the brink of freak out where I wasn’t sure this was going to work. I relaxed and made myself think about being open and receptive. And then everything was fine. Better than fine! Harold held onto my hips and fucked my ass. It felt amazing. Fantastic. And soooo dirty. Harold was rubbing my clit at the same time, but the angle was difficult so I offered to take over. The erotic charge was building. I was so close to coming and I could tell that Harold would come if I did. But I couldn’t quite get there. My cunt felt empty and lonely. I clearly need double penetration!
As good as the anal sex felt, I wanted to be fucked in the usual way. The problem with going from anal to vaginal is that you don’t want fecal matter near the vagina where bacteria could cause infections. So we cleaned up with what we had on hand – which, I am embarrassed to say, was Windex and paper towels. The important thing is that we were able to continue fucking.
This was maybe the 5th time in 10 years that I’ve had anal sex, the second time ever with Harold, so it’s clearly not a huge part of my life. I’m happy to be working through any issues I have with anal penetration because I hate having artificial limits. I don’t mind anal play staying taboo. It’s fun to play with that energy and so few things truly feel taboo for me any more. I want to be able to be a dirty girl from time to time. But I still wouldn’t let him lick my asshole. No way.