Blind Submission: Anal Awakening (A/L)

The salt spray of the ocean stung my face as we sailed away from the mainland, a silent promise hanging in the air between Ruby and me. The ship, a luxurious liner catering to the most discerning clientele, was our temporary sanctuary, a vessel dedicated to indulging our desires. We’d agreed on a no-holds-barred vacation, a chance to shed the constraints of daily life and lose ourselves in the intoxicating heat of passion. The first few nights were filled with classic, exhilarating encounters – passionate showers, stolen moments on the bed, and a shared sense of abandon. Ruby, ever the sensual artist, crafted each encounter with meticulous detail, exploring the boundaries of our pleasure with an almost playful abandon.

Her anticipation simmered beneath the surface, a silent challenge that I found utterly irresistible. She had spent the last few weeks immersed in literature and online resources dedicated to anal play, transforming herself into an expert in the art of pleasure. She’d meticulously stretched her anus, lubricated it thoroughly, and practiced deep breathing techniques to relax her muscles. The knowledge she’d gained wasn’t just about technique; it was about understanding the exquisite sensations that could be unlocked through this intimate exploration. I, on the other hand, had been catching glimpses of her research as well, drawn in by her unwavering passion and the sheer audacity of her pursuit. We had unknowingly been preparing for this, honing our skills, and growing closer in anticipation.

The second night, as we dressed for dinner, Ruby unveiled a new layer to her provocative charm. She wore a dress of shimmering, pale yellow silk, the fabric clinging to her curves and leaving little to the imagination. Beneath it, she wore open crotch-panties, their edges lined with delicate lace, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her shaved, perfectly smooth vulva. The effect was breathtaking, a symphony of exposed flesh and confident allure.

As we navigated the crowded dining room, she caught my eye and flashed a knowing smile. The air between us crackled with unspoken desires, a palpable tension that escalated as the evening progressed. The opulent setting, filled with the chatter of other passengers and the clinking of glasses, seemed to fade into the background as we found ourselves drawn to each other. During a brief respite, she whispered, “Let’s find a more private spot.”

We slipped away from the dinner table, seeking refuge in the dimly lit auditorium where a vibrant disco was in full swing. The pulsating rhythm of the music and the flashing lights heightened our senses, stripping away any remaining inhibitions. We found a secluded corner, a small alcove hidden behind a velvet curtain, and leaned in close. The heat intensified, fueled by our mutual arousal.

As the evening wore on, Ruby, unable to contain her excitement, took the initiative. She grabbed my hand and led me towards the dance floor, where a group of attractive men and women were lost in the rhythm. She invited a particularly handsome stranger to dance with her, and we agreed to a short, passionate waltz. The proximity to the other dancers only served to amplify our desire, pushing us to the very edge of our limits.

Back in our cabin, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation. The tension built with each stolen glance, each lingering touch. She ripped off her dress, revealing her flawless skin and the intoxicating scent of her arousal. As she moved closer, her touch ignited a fire within me, an uncontrollable urge to lose myself in her embrace.

Her pussy was already slick with anticipation, the anticipation of our upcoming encounter. She climbed onto her elbows, gripping the edge of the bed, and looked directly at me, her eyes filled with an almost feral hunger. “Let’s do this,” she breathed, her voice a husky whisper.

With a determined glint in her eyes, she lifted her rear end upwards, extending herself for my pleasure. I knelt behind her, feeling the heat radiating from her body, the anticipation almost unbearable. As I eased myself into her forbidden entrance, she tensed, her muscles clenching in anticipation. The initial resistance was slight, but as I continued, she began to relax, her body responding to my touch with a growing sense of pleasure.

My fingers traced the contours of her anus, finding the sensitive nerve endings that sent shivers down my spine. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, a heady mix of sweat, perfume, and pure desire. She gripped the pillow tighter, her body writhing in response to my touch. Her exclamations were not of pain, but of exquisite pleasure, each word a testament to her responsiveness.

As I dug deeper, her muscles began to spasm uncontrollably, a sign that she was nearing the brink of orgasm. Her breathing became shallow, her eyes closed in ecstatic pleasure. "Push a little harder," she urged, her voice strained.

Driven by an insatiable desire, I increased my pace, pushing myself further into her depths. The pressure intensified, and her body bucked and twisted, her moans escalating in volume. Soon, she was reaching the peak of her pleasure, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

“Stop!” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts. “I’m almost there!”

I reluctantly obeyed her command, easing myself out of her anus just before she reached climax. As I withdrew, she released a final, shuddering sigh, her body limp with exhaustion. We lay there for a moment, catching our breath, the lingering heat of our encounter still radiating between us.

She looked at me with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment of the intensity of our experience. Then, she took a deep breath and said, “Let’s do it again.”

I eagerly obliged, and we repeated the process, each time pushing the boundaries of pleasure further and further. We discovered that this intimate exploration had not only satisfied our desires but also deepened our connection, forging a bond between us that was both passionate and profound. The ship, once a mere vessel of pleasure, had become our personal sanctuary, a place where we could lose ourselves in the intoxicating heat of our shared desires.

Later that night, as we lay in bed, exhausted but exhilarated, I asked her why she hadn’t wanted me to ejaculate inside her during the first attempt. She explained that the condom would have leaked back out, creating a messy situation that she wasn’t sure how to handle. We discussed this new approach to intimacy, concluding that it wasn’t something we would do all the time, but would reserve it for special occasions.

As we drifted off to sleep, our bodies intertwined, we knew that this was just the beginning of our journey into the depths of pleasure. We had unlocked a new level of intimacy, a shared experience that would forever bind us together. The salty air of the sea continued to swirl around us, carrying with it the intoxicating scent of passion and the promise of endless delights.

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