Blind Desire's Backdoor Bliss

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. I’d just walked through the door, the scent of rosemary and garlic clinging to my clothes from dinner, and found her sprawled on the sofa, a cascade of silk pajamas pooling around her. She was breathtaking, even in repose, her long, dark hair fanned across the cushion like a raven’s wing. Tonight, she’d shed the usual constraints of her lingerie, opting for a pair of sheer, crimson shorts and a simple white t-shirt that did little to conceal the curves beneath. No bra, no panties. Just raw, unadulterated beauty. A primal instinct, one I’d learned to respect over years of shared intimacy, surged through me. The air hung thick with anticipation, charged with the promise of something potent, something forbidden.

Dinner had been a quiet affair, punctuated by stolen glances and lingering touches. Afterward, we’d settled in to watch a classic film, but the conversation had drifted, inevitably, to the pleasures we craved. The suggestion, whispered with a playful glint in her eyes, had hung in the air like a delicious secret: "Let's do ass fucking." It wasn't a request, not exactly, but a declaration, a blatant acknowledgment of our mutual desires. The thought itself sent a jolt of heat through my veins, a visceral reminder of the pleasure we found in each other’s bodies.

As I slipped into my own shorts, the familiar routine took over. The bedside lamp cast a soft glow across the room, illuminating the space between us. She always slept with her back to me, a subconscious desire for protection, perhaps, or simply a preference for the feeling of her warm skin against her side. Tonight, I knew what I wanted. My cock, coiled and eager, sought the familiar gateway to her pleasure. Gently, I moved towards her, my hand reaching for the hem of her pajama top, pulling it down just enough to reveal the delicate curve of her buttocks. The skin was smooth, damp, and utterly inviting. I took a deep breath, savoring the moment, before positioning myself for penetration.

My fingers traced the sensitive flesh, finding the perfect entry point. It wasn't a violent thrust, but a slow, deliberate exploration, designed to build anticipation. As I slipped my penis into her anus, she let out a small, involuntary moan, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. The sensation was exquisite, a thrilling blend of pleasure and vulnerability. I pushed deeper, feeling her muscles tense and relax beneath my touch. She responded with a series of urgent, whispered pleas, her voice raspy with desire.

"Go deeper," she urged, her breath hot against my ear. "Push through."

Her words ignited a fire within me, a primal need to satisfy her completely. Ignoring the slight discomfort, I continued my descent, applying more pressure, pushing further into her body. The tightness around my cock intensified, threatening to overwhelm me, but I held firm, determined to fulfill her every whim.

She shifted slightly, lifting her legs higher, exposing more of her sensitive flesh. The sight was both tantalizing and slightly alarming, a stark reminder of the raw power she possessed. Her body arched in response, her muscles straining against the confines of her shorts. The air crackled with electricity, thick with unspoken desires.

“More,” she demanded, her voice laced with desperation. "You have to go all the way."

This was the point, the moment of truth. My cock screamed for release, a potent cocktail of hormones and anticipation. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the inevitable surge of pleasure. With a final, forceful thrust, I unleashed my pent-up energy, sending a torrent of semen into her body. The feeling was overwhelming, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

Her entire body convulsed, her muscles clenching and releasing in a frantic rhythm. A primal scream ripped from her throat, a sound of pure, unbridled pleasure. She arched her back, her legs flailing wildly, as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. I watched in awe, completely lost in the moment, as she succumbed to the waves of sensation.

As she reached climax, she let out a final, shuddering sigh, her body limp and relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto mine. A slow smile spread across her face, a reflection of the pleasure she had just experienced. She reached out, grabbing my hand, pulling me closer.

“That was incredible,” she whispered, her voice still trembling with excitement. “You really know how to please me.”

Her words were like a warm blanket, soothing the lingering heat of our encounter. I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers, savoring the taste of her, the scent of her, the memory of our shared pleasure. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside, in the confines of our bed, we had created our own little world, a sanctuary of lust and desire.

The next morning, we awoke to find evidence of our night's passion scattered across the sheets – a testament to the intensity of our encounter. It wasn't a problem, not for us. It was a sign of our connection, a shared experience that had only strengthened our bond. As we cleaned up, she thanked me for the intense pleasure, admitting that she had craved this kind of raw, uninhibited intimacy for quite some time.

Since that night, our explorations into anal sex have intensified. The initial hesitation has faded, replaced by a confident acceptance of our mutual desires. Her body has become more sensitive, more receptive to pleasure, and I relish in the challenge of discovering new ways to ignite her senses. It has become a ritual, a cornerstone of our intimate life, a reminder of the power of shared pleasure and the intoxicating thrill of pushing boundaries. The rain may continue to fall outside, but within our bedroom, a world of pleasure awaits, waiting for us to dive back into the depths of our shared lust. Tonight, we will once again indulge in the forbidden, in the exquisite pain and pleasure that only comes from surrendering to the primal urges that bind us together. The thought alone sends shivers down my spine, a promise of another unforgettable experience.

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