“Wow,” I said. “That was amazing. Felt so thorough. I had not been fucked that thoroughly in a long time.” My spouse and I were lying in bed, naked and cuddly after sex. “Did you like that?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “Did it feel good on your dick?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “Did
“God, your ass is beautiful,” I told my spouse. We had just had sex, then cuddled for a long time. It was time to get up and pee, and I admired my spouse’s gorgeous naked behind. Like art–so curvy and luscious, glowing in pale blue from the fairy lights above. “Is you ass always going
My ass is huge and trustworthy. Yes, my ass will be my ass, all day, without fail. It’s big enough to confound chairs. It’s hella pretty, though odd. Odd with the lower, flatish wide part, and the upper part, also wide, which has a fat pad over my tailbone. Also considered odd could be its
“You going to use me, like the slut I am?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. We were lying in bed, cuddly, naked. On retreat, with privacy and life simplified, we’ve been having sex more often. “You might as well,” I said. “That’s what sluts are for, right? I’m available to you. My cunt, my hands,
“I’m afraid I gave you the wrong impression, about my butthole,” I told my spouse. “I don’t go around with a dirty butthole all the time. I think it’s pretty clean. Just I’m not going to, like, guarantee it’s always clean. Know what I mean?” “Yeah!” he said. “Great, I’m glad we had this conversation!”