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Backdoor Memoirs

Anal sex wasn't a thing        
Until that one humid, hedonistic night          
He decided to insert          
That thing          
That ringed member      
Sliding a few centimeters...upward    
Slickened with warmth  
Veined with aching, throbbing promise          
He stretched me damn good          
Yes he did          
And all I could do          
Was soak his stroking oak with          
Sub mission          
He spoke few words          
Grunted and growled the rest  into my ear        
As he nested in my ass          
He fucked me          
Tucked me under the weight of him          
Took me under          
Pinned me...sinned me          
Inseminated me          
So deep          
Damned me into a space of debauchouus          
I cried a prideful moan          
His body collapsed          
As I shivered in ecstatic victory          
Knowing he'd come back to stretch and loose me          
To Lose himself          
Again and again... and again          
As the sole addict of my          
Arched overtures      
Written by 3rdEYErising
Published | Edited 5th Feb 2023
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