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As she lay there, naked and vulnerable, she couldn’t help but feel her heart racing with anticipation. She had all the time been curious about anal play, but had never dared to explore it before now. But tonight was different. Tonight, she was with someone she trusted implicitly, someone who she knew would take the time and care to make sure she felt safe and comfortable.

He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her with a mixture of tenderness and desire. He had all the time been drawn to her open-mindedness, her willingness to try new things. It was one of the things that had brought them together in the first place.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked softly, taking her hand in his.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes. I want to try.”

He smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I promise, I’ll go slow. And if it ever gets to be too much, we can stop, okay?”

She nodded again, feeling a surge of gratitude and affection for him. He was everything she could ever want in a partner – kind, considerate, and endlessly sensual.

He began by stroking her body, running his hands over her breasts and stomach, kissing and licking her skin as he went. She arched into his touch, feeling her arousal building with each passing moment. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have him inside her, to feel that fullness she had heard so much about.

As if he could read her thoughts, he reached between her legs and began to stroke her clit. It was slow and steady at first, but soon he was moving faster, harder, until she was writhing beneath him, panting and moaning as her pleasure built to a fever pitch.

Then, with a suddenness that almost made her cry out, he withdrew his hand.

“Turn over,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

She did as he asked, rolling onto her hands and knees. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but the wondered of his touch was enough to make her forget about everything else.

He caressed her buttocks, spreading them aside to expose her most intimate parts. She heard the sound of him opening a bottle of lube, and then felt his fingers brushing against her anus. She gasped, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured, his fingers circling gently. “Just breathe.”

She tried to obey, taking deep, slow breaths as he continued to touch her. She felt him pressing closer, and then suddenly, something cold and slick sliding inside her.

It was strange at first, almost uncomfortable. But then, as he began to move it in and out, she felt an electric thrill running through her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before – a combination of pain and pleasure that left her completely disoriented.

But he was there, right there beside her, whispering words of encouragement and praise. She could feel his cock hardening against her thigh, and she knew that he was enjoying this just as much as she was.

It was then that he began to stroke her clit again, and she felt herself spiraling towards orgasm. She cried out, her body tensing as she came hard and fast, gasping for breath even as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her.

It was only when she finally collapsed, spent and panting, that he withdrew his fingers, running them tenderly over her skin.

“Did you like that?” he asked, his voice gentle and soothing.

She nodded, tears of joy and relief running down her cheeks. “Yes. Yes, I did.”

He leaned in to kiss her, tangling his fingers in her hair as their mouths met in a frenzy of desire. She could taste herself on his tongue, and the wondered made her feel even more wicked and naughty.

But then he was pulling away, getting to his feet and walking across the room. She turned to watch him, wondering what he was doing.

He came back with a small, silver object in his hand – a butt plug, she realized with a jolt of apprehension.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, holding it up for her to see.

She hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was pushing things too far. But then she remembered the way she had felt earlier, the way she had surrendered herself to him completely.

“Yes,” she replied firmly. “I’m sure.”

He smiled, moving closer to her and easing the plug into her body. It was thicker than his fingers had been, and she felt a sharp pinch of discomfort as it entered her.

But then he was pushing it deeper, and the pinch was replaced by a sensation of fullness that made her moan with pleasure.

He stood back to appraise her, and she could feel his eyes sweeping over her bare skin. She felt like he could see right into her soul, could read her desires and fears as easily as he could read a book.

And then he was moving again, positioning himself behind her. She felt him pressing against her, and she knew that he was about to take her in a way she had never experienced before.

She felt him pushing inside her, inch by inch, filling her up with his hardness until she wondered she might burst. But then he was moving, sliding in and out of her with a smooth, easy rhythm that left her gasping and whimpering.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a combination of pain and pleasure that left her completely at his mercy. She couldn’t help but feel like a wanton, a slut, as he used her body for his own pleasure.

But it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the sensation of his cock inside her, the way it stretched and filled her until she felt like she might explode with pleasure.

And then she did. She came hard and fast, screaming his name as her body convulsed with pleasure.

He followed her soon after, his body jerking against hers as he emptied himself inside her.

For a long moment, they lay there, tangled together in a heap of sweat and lust and satisfaction. She felt like they had explored the depths of her desires, had gone to places that she had never dreamed were efficient.

But even as she basked in the afterglow, she knew that there were still more depths to be explored. And she couldn’t wait to find them all.
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