Blind Faith, Bottom Up Desire

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic thumping of my own heart. It had been far too long since I’d last explored the depths of desire with Jen, and tonight, the loneliness felt particularly acute. The scent of her lavender shampoo still clung faintly to the sheets, a phantom reminder of our last shared intimacy, fueling the desperate need that now consumed me. I’d been restless, unable to shake the image of her body, smooth and yielding, and the unsettling thought of what might lie beneath the covers. The thought of her opening herself up to the raw, primal pleasure of anal play, specifically, had taken root in my mind, twisting itself into an irresistible obsession.

Jen had mentioned her own curiosity about the experience a while back, a hesitant suggestion that had ignited a spark within me. We’d discussed the concept briefly, the idea of cumming into her rectum, but never pushed past the initial, tentative exploration. Now, fueled by this restless yearning, I felt compelled to take things further, to delve deeper into the forbidden pleasure she’d hinted at.

As she prepared for bed, the subtle shift in her movements, the deliberate slow pace of her actions, heightened my anticipation. The soft rustle of the silk pajamas as she pulled them down, the graceful curve of her back as she settled into the king-size bed, sent shivers down my spine. The darkness of the room, broken only by the muted glow of the bedside lamp, felt like a velvet curtain, concealing the secrets we were about to uncover.

I waited patiently, letting the cool air settle around me, savoring the moment before approaching. My movements were slow, deliberate, as if afraid to break the spell. I reached out, tracing the line of her spine with my fingertips, feeling the delicate heat radiating from her skin. My hand brushed lightly against her hip, then moved lower, towards her backside. The scent of her body intensified, a heady mix of her own unique essence and the lingering traces of her perfume.

With a gentle push, I eased myself behind her, my weight settling against her warm flesh. The initial contact sent a jolt of electricity through my body, a surge of raw, unadulterated desire. My hand began to explore, slowly, deliberately, tracing the contours of her muscles, feeling the subtle tension in her thighs. It was time. I moved my hand down, further down, towards the entrance of her rectum, feeling the anticipation build with each inch.

Her breath hitched, a silent gasp that spoke volumes. My fingers found their mark, gently but firmly, applying a light pressure. She tensed, her muscles clenching, and a low moan escaped her lips. The heat intensified, spreading through my body, igniting every nerve ending. With a deeper thrust, I moved my hand further in, feeling the slight resistance of her vaginal walls. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying, pushing me to the very edge of my comfort zone.

As I continued to explore, I felt her response become more urgent, more demanding. She moved slightly, adjusting her position to increase the pressure, her body arching in anticipation. The pain was sharp, intense, but it was a welcome pain, a confirmation of the pleasure she craved. With each stroke, the intensity grew, the rhythmic pulsing of her muscles a testament to her mounting excitement.

My hand continued to work its way deeper, searching for the perfect spot, the point where her pleasure would reach its peak. The scent of her body grew stronger, almost overwhelming, as the anticipation mounted. Finally, I found it – a small, sensitive area that responded immediately to my touch. With a final, powerful thrust, I released a torrent of semen into her rectum, a viscous, hot fluid that flooded her body.

The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and pain that left me breathless. Jen let out a long, guttural cry, her body convulsing with delight. Her orgasm was intense, prolonged, and utterly satisfying. As she released her tension, she moved slightly, pulling me closer, her body radiating heat.

After a moment of shared silence, she reached out and gently touched my face, her fingers tracing the contours of my cheekbones. Her touch was tender, loving, and filled with unspoken desire. We lay there together, lost in the aftermath of our shared pleasure, the rain still drumming against the windows, the scent of her body filling the room. The feeling of connection, of intimacy, was profound, a testament to the power of our shared experience.

As I looked down at her body, now glistening with sweat and semen, I realized that we had crossed a boundary, ventured into a realm of pleasure that had always held a certain allure. The experience had been both frightening and exhilarating, pushing us to confront our deepest desires and embrace the raw, primal instincts that lay beneath the surface.

Later that evening, as we lay side-by-side in bed, I couldn't help but reflect on the events of the night. The memory of her body, warm and yielding, still lingered in my mind, fueling my desire for more. I knew that this experience would change us, deepening our connection and solidifying our bond. It was a step into a new world of pleasure, a world where boundaries were blurred and inhibitions were cast aside. And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation, a longing for the next time we could lose ourselves in the depths of our shared desire.

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