Several nearly identical emails arrived in the SexyPrime mailbox last week:
"Please thank Kimmie for [fill in the blank, great sex from "a hot morning quickie" to "the most down and dirty sex we've had in ten years.]"
Good erotica is sexually inspiring--even more than porn, some (including me) would argue. Not that there's anything wrong with porn--but it doesn't leave the openings for your own imagination to bring you and your lover into the story the way erotica does.
Once again, with pride and pleasure, I give you SexyPrime's own orgasm-instigator Kimmie--
Dirty Little Secret, part thirty
She had never consciously contemplated anal sex. If this had been a quiet afternoon with a therapist after months of building up trust, she might have been able to admit that perhaps the idea of it had crossed her mind once or twice. If she was capable of being honest with herself, she might have realized that she had been thinking about it from the first time he flipped her over in the bed and touched her asshole.
However, this was not a quiet afternoon. Not quiet at all. She was lying on the floor nude, spread-eagle with a large man behind her about to do something really, really wrong.
She did have to admit now that she liked when he touched her there. Hell, this whole day’s activities had demonstrated that fact quite clearly, so there was no choice but to recognize that when he even came close to that area of her body, it drove her crazy. When he even just grabbed or slapped her butt as she walked by, it put thoughts into her head. Memories of his tongue sliding down her crack found their naughty ways into her mind at random moments, and she loved how tight those memories made her pussy.
She felt the tip of his cock poking around, thankfully buffered by his thick fingers as he prodded her crack. It was a strange sensation, this mix of his fat fist pushing broad areas of skin with his smaller cock darting out like it was searching for a target. Her whole ass tightened up defensively, trying to keep the intruder out.
The protective reaction of her body confused her. Did she not want this? Was this the line for her, the place where she had to say no to him and mean it? Was it okay for him to have his finger there, but that was all? Was that even okay? Should she have not let him do that? Had she led him on by allowing him to start but not keep going? Did she want him to keep going? Why would her body push him away if she really wanted it?
Questions zipped through her mind like hot bullets. She shook her head into the floor, her head swimming. Seconds ago, she had felt completely amazing. All she knew for sure was that she wanted that back as soon as possible.
And then his fat wide thumb was back between her cheeks, rubbing large, slow circles around her asshole. He pushed deep into her skin and hard against her bones, rubbing and relaxing every part of her that had just tensed up so rudely, wooing them back to him.
She felt herself relax. Just as quickly as it had fled, arousal came rushing back. All the blood that had frozen momentarily returned in a flood to heat her crotch from front to back. Every pesky question disappeared as his thumb, sliding easily on its well-lubed path, rubbed them all away.
And then it was inside of her again, slipping effortlessly back where it had already been. For all of her worries, she was still ready, still open and inviting. She groaned as he pushed in and circled, pulled out and repeated. Such a thick, fat thumb he had, stretching and pulling her tight little hole. As her fingers found her clit again, she wondered if his cock would feel much different.
She suspected she was about to find out.