True Sex Stories: His Fingers Thrusting In My Ass

Oh my. He is going to fuck my ass. His fingers explored: gently at first, but then more and more. Thrusting. I could feel him sliding one or another or both. They made me come again. And again.

Our play started off as a surprise to me. Pussy slapping was the choice of the day: a relentless slapping on my cotton covered mound that soon had me hating him and telling him "Fuck You!" Yeah, I was angry.

He felt horny and started to masturbate, which of course set me off because that is so hot to watch. He didn't need to invite me twice to fuck. How hot it is when a guy doesn't care about menstrual blood? My cervix is very tender during my period – which works well for both of us.

Then he pulled my hair and I dissolved into subby space. That space is amazing – it is very druggy. I am focussed on him in every possible way, awash and overwhelmed. The spanking reached into me but it didn't hurt like it normally would. A bite – so intense that I could feel his entire body shaking with the effort – subspaced me even more. The pain was unbearable at the time but I flowed with it. I was safe, and it did end.

I don't know quite how he does it but today, again, we had that connection, a connection that is more emotional than physical. I would even say that it is spiritual. It does something to me that makes me come more easily. It leaves me hot and sweaty and trembling. And spent. Feeling that I've given it all and opened as far as I can and done all I can do.

But today that was only the beginning.

I thought that going to the shower might mean showering languidly together but he had other ideas. Squishing my little clit hard against my pubic bone – there's that relentless quality again – before we were even in the shower, he made me squirt all over the bathroom floor. When he started I didn't think all that much would happen, just a bit more pain, but he kept going and going and going and going…

Relaxing time under the water? Nope! His kisses started tenderly, but he did a bite on my lip that sent me into orgasm. Then he turned my head so he could get to my neck. Oh god! He bit again, one hand over my mouth the other holding me. I was on the verge of panic. This was me being dangled over the edge. I can't safeword I thought. I pulled at his fingers and tried to say "Please stop." It wasn't my choice, though.

Then I lost it. Tears of unspecified origin had me. He had me. He held me. I was safe. I had gone beyond and now I was back. Now I really was done. Really undone.

He held me until I felt my legs giving way, then he gently helped me down to the bottom of the bathtub and we sat facing one another. Half-formed thoughts raced through my mind but I had no way to express them. I was my emotion. He looked at me, and I saw love in his eyes.

"Bend over," he said.

I did.

"The other way."

Oh my. He is going to fuck my ass. His fingers explored: gently at first, but then more and more. Thrusting. I could feel him sliding one or another or both. They made me come again. And again.

How can this happen? After a session like that I am sitting there on the verge of orgasm, and another form of stimulation – it doesn't really matter what it is – will send me over again. I was glad we were in the shower; the reality of ass fucking washed away quickly and cleanly. Whew!

I doubt my recall of the exact sequence of events, but that's par for the course. All I know is that our connection left me feeling happy and strong…

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