l make no qualms about it, l love anal. Either top or bottom, giving or receiving, and to those that think "Gross" you don't know what you're missing.
I'm not Gay but in the heat of the moment all bets are off, and I'm happy with that too. Those who lock themselves in a bubble find themselves wanting in the end. But time marches on and things change, and focusing inward becomes part of that. Yet l count myself lucky to have a partner that not only agrees but is up for finding new ways to polish an old turd (no pun intended)
She knew l needed anal not because she is psychic but because l told her, are you as honest in your relationship? That aside l took the precautions for such, nobody likes the dirty end of things. And l waited with anticipation for her to finish her shower. Sometimes l lay out what is necessary, toys, lube, and such. Other times it is exciting to watch her rummage through the nightstand, funny how she always seems to pick a rather large one. Not giant but breaking the old rule of nothing bigger than me.
I was happily robbed of such this time when she came from the bathroom all geared up. A shiny black quarter bra and a just as black harness and strap-on. She stopped, leaving the bathroom light on as a backdrop. Stroking her rubber cock as l did similarly to my own. She asked. "What will my hundred dollars but me?" My response was anything.
