Anal - A prayer, a short story by VanBakrook. Date added: 2010-10-10. Times viewed: 14153.
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- Intro: Anal Sex, POV of the man, Micro Fiction
Anal: A Prayer
There is nothing more pleasurable, nothing I can think of that could be better than this. The time is right when our bodies have been merged, warmed and hungry with lust. Sweat and spit guide me in - your breath is heavy too. Even though you wanted it – I cannot wear a condom for this magical act - I am a sodomite, a huge, lovely bugger. I like it, more than fucking your rough skinned vagina; this is my worship, my prayer.
The bible and the priest hate me, decent folk hate me. But what would they know about your arse held between my thighs, between my legs, caught by me - and my vein swollen tool half inside you. The seconds tick as I jam it in, pulls it out, force it in, withdraw it – until the end and then finally, I let it spill over you, clear and white it runs down into our arse. I take my worn tool and push it back again. Never enough for me: I re kindle myself for a short while, push again, and again.
You’re mouth utters the sound of pleasure that I inflict. Maybe its brutal, a violent anti-social act that I perform. I don’t know. But I continue.
I am the master now and you, my sweet, are the slave. I ask you slowly to breath from the brown bottle, allow the chemicals to lift you again - we are not yet finished, my sin will continue further.
Now, when I retreat, you stay open. Delicately I trace you and feel the soft skin inside. You are silent, motionless, no breath – you are struck by the power and await more.
And again at the end: I pump myself over you, into you, deep and hot.
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