PredatorSmile
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I've only been anally penetrated by one person in my life. it has been by my boyfriend. For some reason, men seem to really want to stick it up a gal's backdoor. Dont ask me why. None of my girlfriends ever requested it from me. Yet my man did. Had to admit I was nervous. I recall how it was.
He was in his dorm room, after a particularly tough day in which our school's baseball team, of which he is a member, lost to our arch-rivals.
He proved inconsolable. Went into the shower. I followed. He wouldn't let me come in. I banged on the door. He grabbed me and pulled me inside.
There he was, the switch-hitter who stole my heart. The boy I loved. Two years my junior, yet still the love of my life. I wanted to kiss him. He wouldn't let me. He just bend me over and took me. I was shocked, at first, but I didn't resist. He took me in the shower, with soap and water and his 'oil' as lubrication. Even weeks afterwards, I was still shocked. Not because he aggressively took me (he's a shy, non-aggressive type of guy most of the time) but because I simply rolled with it. I used to swear that if a man ever tried to take me like that, or even asked for it, I'd claw his face. And yet, when it happened, I willingly gave myself. I simply let him take me. Out of love, I think. I wasn't curious about anal sex.
I wasn't into it. Yet I did it for him. No words. No questions asked. Love makes you do crazy things.
He was in his dorm room, after a particularly tough day in which our school's baseball team, of which he is a member, lost to our arch-rivals.
He proved inconsolable. Went into the shower. I followed. He wouldn't let me come in. I banged on the door. He grabbed me and pulled me inside.
There he was, the switch-hitter who stole my heart. The boy I loved. Two years my junior, yet still the love of my life. I wanted to kiss him. He wouldn't let me. He just bend me over and took me. I was shocked, at first, but I didn't resist. He took me in the shower, with soap and water and his 'oil' as lubrication. Even weeks afterwards, I was still shocked. Not because he aggressively took me (he's a shy, non-aggressive type of guy most of the time) but because I simply rolled with it. I used to swear that if a man ever tried to take me like that, or even asked for it, I'd claw his face. And yet, when it happened, I willingly gave myself. I simply let him take me. Out of love, I think. I wasn't curious about anal sex.
I wasn't into it. Yet I did it for him. No words. No questions asked. Love makes you do crazy things.