A Short Story - Anal

I love her, my girlfriend. I can't keep my hands off of her. I've probably said this before, but she can't believe how highly sexed I am, and who can blame me when she's witty, charming and full of smiles.

My mood changes if I don't get it, I'm a "stroppy brat". I feel like I've missed out on my lesbian leanings for far too long. Embracing celibacy for most of my adult life raising my daughters and concentrating on work.

Neglecting my womanly needs, to satisfy my mothering nature. I doted on both my girls, to sacrifice myself.

I looked good, I felt terrific, I was for the best part untouched, I smouldered away within. I went on organised dates with men, set up by my friends. Going from a full speed nymphomaniac to being a conservative nun.

My dates were met to please my friends, a decoy to hide the real me. I try as I might to appear 'normal'. Living a false hope that I might just meet my Mr Right. I desensitised myself from the feelings I had, which would rouse from time to time. I'd glimpse a girl who'd make me think, or make me smile. I would push my urges back down, deep.

I tried to brush aside the buxom checkout girl who smiled a little too nicely. I'd brush off the receptionist at a clients office, who came across inordinately friendly.

When I touched myself, my fantasies involved girls. The more and more I started to release, the years of frustrated angst the urges heightened. I felt out of control. I didn't know what to do.

It took a girl, an escort, who I paid to meet, to show me what I was missing out on. She turned me. Years of feelings finally answered, that lead me to saying, "Your mum's gay." My daughters faces, their reactions perfect.

But, here I am now. Kneeling behind my love, worshipping at my temple. My Goddess. Her perfect bulbous arse, the fabric of her thong covering a sliver of privacy. I stroke her arse as she kneels before me. It's smooth, and firm. The few dimples she has disappear with her taught flesh.

I kiss her buttocks as she relaxes, her head in her arms. I salivate as I slide my fingers under the flimsy waistband, tugging them down her thighs.

She lifts herself slightly to help slide them to her knees.

The view is pretty, I've been here before, it'll never bore me seeing her like this. Giving herself over to me, trusting me. I hold each globe in my palms as I kiss the valley between. I slap her gently and run my hand to her pussy, cupping her quim. I feel her moisten, her dew building on my fingertips.

My broad tongue runs over her forbidden hole. She squirms at the shock, she always does. My need for her arse is high, the beauty of it, her majestic build. I run my other hand over it teasing as I tap and stroke.

I dribble into her crevice, and finger my bubbly slime. I press a little harder and kiss as I do. I want my finger in her warmth. I want her to know my depravity, I'm eager for her tightness. I yearn for her smell.

It's a gentle push as my middle finger enters. I help with my thumb, hoping my nail doesn't catch. She jumps again as I hold it. I whisper encouragement, my heart quickens with excitement. The act alone arouses me. I lick the finger, and her ring, I slowly twist, I pause, I push further in - slowly up to my first knuckle.

She kicks slightly. I stroke her. I tell her of my love, guiding myself in. I'm half way up to my second knuckle now. I'll poke her to my skulled silver ring.

It's feel is tropical and clammy as I play, wiggling and wriggling my finger within. Her salty flavour of her savoury arse is different to her muff.

Her bum is clean and inviting as my finger slithers and writhes within, it squeezes further to my mark, where I hold. She fidgets and adjusts herself, my other hand presses at her wet and aroused pussy. Her pubes collecting her wetness scratching my fingers with it's pressing.

I taste, lick and admire. Her rump splayed and impaled. I fuck her anus with my finger, her funk strengthens as I turn her out, playing for hours.