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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
Abandonment
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
Published 24th Aug 2022
| Edited 5th Feb 2023
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