explain why many women also enjoy being fucked in the ass.
Reputedly, anal orgasms are qualitatively different from the vaginal,
clitoral, or penile varieties. For some persons, they feel more
intense or even seem to occur on an entirely different plane of
experience. Others find a deep sense of relaxation and calmness,
a feeling of oneness with the cosmos, a transformative experience.
Some even claim the anal orgasm to be a powerful triggering element
for sex magick.
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Her ass was big. Gargantuan. It drew his eyes like a magnet. She had the
perfect shape, bottom heavy with a huge, pear-shaped ass. It was, as an
astronomer acquaintance used to say, an luminescent globular cluster. When
she walked, her wide hips swayed enchantingly in a complex trigonometric
curve, and her ass must have made a blip on radar screens continents away.
Val was still coping with the effects of the breakup with Warren. He had
an empty feeling in his gut, the lower part of his gut to be exact. The
emptiness that Warren’s hard dick had so satisfyingly filled. But,
dammit, he craved a soft and warm and round womanly body to hold and
caress . . . and make love to, and be loved by.
Amaya had a mind to go with her perfect ass. She was funny and smart and
delightful to be with. She had an infectious smile. Her laughter could
dispell the gloom of an overcast day. She could talk intelligently about
about computers and science fiction and classic Russian literature. More
important, she seemed interested in *him*.
Val acted the perfect gentleman toward her the first few times they were
together. Lunch followed by dancing followed by pleasantly murmured
goodbyes. Dinner and a movie, then a kiss on the cheek. An early
morning ride in a horse-drawn carriage, breakfast in a sidewalk cafe,
conversation, and a light kiss on the lips.
She was the one who had to take the initiative. “Don’t you feel any
physical attraction *at all* toward me, Val?”
“Well, Maya, now that you mention it . . . ”
“Then show it, damn it! You act like a brother toward me. I’m well aware
you enjoy my company, but isn’t there anything else there? Maybe, just
maybe my body turns you off. I’m too damn fat, I know, and then there’s
this huge fat ass of mine. It’s part of me though, it’s me!”
“Woman, calm down. I appreciate all of you, and that big fat ass of yours
most of all. Believe me, I’m a connoisseur of asses, and yours takes the
grand prize. I worship that ass of yours. I tremble when I see it. I’ve
been a bit shy around you precisely because I’m so hot for your bod . . .
but I didn’t want to offend you.”
“Offend me because you find me physically attractive? Idiot! Come here.
Kiss me, you fool!”
He did, and it turned into a warm hug. His hands, seemingly of their own
volition, slid down and quickly found their way to that magnificent ass
of hers, and quite a double handful it was, too. One thing led to another,
as it so often does (in fiction at least), and they ended up in each
other’s arms that night.
“Val, my hot, hot lover!. Oh! You really do seem to like my ass. Come on
now, get behind me and come into my pussy once again so you can bump up
against my big ass. Deeper! I *like* that feeling. Mmmm. Maybe a bit later,
if I’m up to it (and *you’re* up to it) we can play other ass games. Hmm?”
He lovingly annointed her round, lush ass with scented massage oil.
Rubbing and caressing every square inch of that flowing, abundant flesh,
he memorized its contours and texture. He burnished and worked the surface
of that finely sculptured ass until it heated up under his fingers and
gleamed mirrorlike with a rich layer of oil. She reached behind to spread
her shiny cheeks.
It turned out that her ass was as magnificent inside as out. She enjoyed
…End of the part5. To be continued..