Forbidden Fruit: An Erotic Anal Affair

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As a young woman, I at all times knew that I wanted to explore my sexuality to the fullest. And when I met Jack, I knew that I had found the perfect partner to help me fulfill all of my wildest desires.

We had been together for a few months when I first suggested that we try anal sex. At first, Jack was hesitant, but he quickly warmed up to the idea when he saw just how much pleasure it could bring both of us.

For us, anal sex became an addiction. We couldn’t get enough of it. We would sneak off to secluded spots, like the backseat of our car or a deserted park, just so we could indulge in our forbidden fruit.

But our relationship had at all times been a secret. We both knew that we were risking everything by continuing our affair. Jack was married with children, and his wife would never figure out the intense pleasure we shared together.

One night, Jack showed up at my apartment with a nervous look on his face. He told me that his wife had become suspicious of his whereabouts and had hired a private investigator to figure out what he was up to.

We both knew that our secret was at risk of being exposed, but we couldn’t withstand the temptation of one last tryst. So we locked ourselves in my bedroom and explored each other’s bodies with an intensity that we had never experienced before.

What started as gentle caresses quickly turned into intense passion as we both gave ourselves over to our deepest desires. We pushed the boundaries of pleasure, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies until we were both moaning uncontrollably with ecstasy.

As the night wore on, we each knew that our time was running out. But we couldn’t withstand the lure of an erotic anal affair. So we continued to explore each other’s bodies, giving into our deepest desires and indulging in the most intense pleasure we had ever experienced.

As the sun began to rise, we knew that our time was up. We both dressed quickly and shared a deep, passionate kiss before going our separate methods.

But the memories of that forbidden fruit lingered long after we had gone our separate methods. And even though we knew that what we had done was wrong, we couldn’t withstand the lure of that intense, erotic pleasure.