Now this is something you don't read every day – a post that combines a naughty cheating girlfriend with "accidental anal" - worth a click and a read – seriously, you won't regret the time you spend clicking this link. Tho you may like me be bemused – and reminded and informed about the variation in women's anal experiences.
This story reminds me of a wedding I went to once – with a cute voluptuous blond babe who I happened to dig, and who dug me. After the reception and some dancing and a few glasses of champagne, we went back up to the hotel room and when I kissed her she was on me like a tiger. She sucked me and I licked her in hard 69 with me on top and her making gagging noises underneath me, then I flipped her over and started fucking her hard, cupping her ass in one hand – then when the juices hit my hand I opened her tight little anus with a finger and timed my cock thrusts with finger thrusts as she made mewling noises in my mouth.
I dragged her up and onto her feet and bent her over the bed, pushing her face down in that nice hotel linen. I meant to thrust into her pussy – and I thought I did – but… She started making even louder and more pasisonate nosies than before. I reached under to diddle her clit as I fucked her – and realized as my finger slipped into her pussy that I had missed her pussy hole and had gone up into her anus with one hard thrust lubed only with her juices. I couldn't help it then – I bucked my hips and thrust fast and hard – and she screamed so sweetly – "Oh Go Slow! Please go slow!". I grabbed her and pulled he head back for a kiss and just held her still – I hadn't meant to go into her asshole but since I was in there I was sure as hell going to stay, and to stay, I needed to exercise self control and use my anal skills.
I worked my tougne to build up a wad of spit in my mouth – then slowly pulled out, smeared my dick with spit – and then using my finger in her pussy to guide my aiam this time, I pushed my cock back in. Since I knew it had already been fully inside her to the hlt, there was no good reason to go slow, often a good firm thrust in deep works best, and I did – and she moaned loudiy and arched her back as I went all the way back up in her bottom. On purpose this time. And that was the beginning of one of the nicest bent over standing anal hotel sex experiences ever….
And all before we went out for that nights nice dinner in a fancy restaurant, and arm in arm walks around a new city.
Anyway – check out this link.
http://www.chicagonow.com/g-spot/2011/10/accidental-anal/
He went on to say that he had been trying to date a woman who was embroiled in a long distance relationship. She didn’t want to cheat on her boyfriend, but she enjoyed spending time with him, but wanted to keep it casual.
Knowing this guy, he’s very persistent and can be very charming when necessary. Although he says they were just friends, I’m sure it was more like a friendship with aggressive seduction (bordering on molestation).
They were watching a movie on his couch one night. One thing led to another, after which she said that she doesn’t usually “do that” with most people. He thought she meant that she doesn’t have sex with other guys while she’s in a relationship.
She corrected him: “No, I mean I don’t usually have anal sex.”
He was befuddled. Had he been having anal sex?? He thought he had been having traditional sex.
As you might expect, I had several questions. Most of them mechanical.
“So . . . you were having anal sex and you didn’t realize it?”
He nodded his head yes.
“Okay. Soooo . . . it didn’t feel, um, different?”
He shook his head no. This was getting nowhere.
“Alright, so were you being gentle? Or . . .?”
He interrupted and said: “No, I was hittin’ it!” He began making violent hip thrusting gestures to emphasize his point.
I stopped him. “So, let me get this straight. What you’re telling me is that you had sex with a woman and, in the moment, you couldn’t tell the difference between the front door, and the back door?” He nodded yes. I went on to ask, “Wasn’t there any friction? There wasn’t a different . . . uh . . . aroma?”
Gross, I know, but I had to ask. Again, he shook his head no.
I’m not really a dirty back road expert, but I imagine that when people are having anal, they KNOW they’re having anal. The way I saw it there were a few options. Either this guy was really small, or this woman’s poop-shoot was the circumference of a coffee mug.