The first time I realized I loved being fucked in my butt was last year at a party. I was drinking a little, maybe a lot, and I was dancing with a bun...h of people. I started twerking this guy, that I have seen before, but didn’t know, and he was really getting turned on as I was grinding on his cock. Some time went by, and I had to pee. That same guy followed me into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He said that “I must like anal sex, to be grinding like that.” I was afraid. I told. It was ... Okay, it was sexual, too. But there was more..."'kay," Timora muttered through a throat that was raw from tension and her constant whimpers, which were suddenly stopped when she realized... 'That was me making that noise?''Yep, 'fraid so. Better now?''I think so. Timora responded, reveling in this new form of silent communication. 'I feel like I'm burning. My skin is so ... alive! Stinging all over!''You'll get used to that, ' Emma smirked. 'In fact, in time you'll look forward to. In a hurry I remember rushing back into the room. Lighting the candle with the oil first, I could smell the entire room being engulfed with the lavender scent. Quickly lighting the other candles, I had stepped back to the doorway and looked back into the room, and seeing that the scene was set, went back into the kitchen."Okay babe, follow me back to our humble abode," I said to her, drawing a strange look.As we both walked back towards our room in the back of our house, I could smell the. They had good sex, Greg was good, but not spectacular in bed, but then he wanted to stay the night and seemed to think it meant they were back together again. Olivia was not going to make that mistake again, so until she could find a new guy it was down to her favorite little toy to keep things fun. Olivia figured she'd masturbated more in the past month and a half than she had in the two years she'd been single after college. Back then she indulged maybe a couple times a week if she was really.