My Wild Girlfriend Anna (mf)

My Wild Girlfriend Anna (mf)

By AnonymousNin

1

My hispanic girlfriend Anna is perpetually naked in my house.

She is such a wild child. Too wild and free for clothes.

"Why wear clothes, I'm home, I want to be comfortable" Anna says as she dives in my pool naked.

As a result, I am perpetually horny.

I work from home remotely most of the time.

I try to work from my office overlooking the pool and backyard, and here is Anna completely nude sunbathing or jumping on the in ground trampoline,

Dressed in just a nose ring in her left nostril; her shoulder length chestnut hair bobs; her tiny b cups and tiny dark nipples bounce up and down; and her firm athletic butt perfectly stationary...

How is a man supposed to get work done!

Anna brings me coffee twice a day.

It takes all the willpower of my soul to not take Anna right here, spread her open on my desk like a book, and miss all of my afternoons meetings.

She is just young and wild and free: her deep brown hispanic body, her brown eyes, her brown freeness.

Anna will have girlfriends over and put on an overpriced thong and still swim topless. So free.

She doesn't care if the neighbors see, or what her friends think, Anna just is.

She is a bluejay amongst pigeons.

A cardinal amongst crows.

Her radiance and juvenility and joy sets my heart on fire.

Is it love?

It's more like watching a puppy radiating joy out into the universe.

I didn't believe that a person could be so happy and free until I met Anna.

I think it runs in the family. Anna invited a bunch of her cousins and sisters over one day to swim and most of them swam naked like Anna.

A feral family that does not know our English norms of repression and shame.

I can't go outside when Anna's family is over, for fear of transgression within my mind.

"It's just bodies," Anna says, "and the feeling of the sun against your skin!"

Anna hasn't been back to her apartment in months. She pretty much lives here now. I don't mind. It's nice to have company..

In the day she stalks the house naked, and at night sleeps in one of my oversized shirts.

I'm 32. Anna is 23.

2

Most nights I fall asleep inside Anna.

We curl together in bed.

Anna looks so small and dainty and girly in my brute arms.

I wrap my arm around Anna and invariably she humps and grinds and wraps herself against me, pantieless in just my cotton-blend t-shirt.

Anna and I have lazy missionary sex as we fall asleep.

Anna doesn't stop humping and grinding against me until we do.

I enter her to pacify her.

Half the time I ejaculate and fall asleep inside her, the other half I fall asleep inside her still desperate and on edge.

Either way, I sleep well.

3

I've been going with Anna three times a week to an early 7 am hot yoga class.

I drive there in my white jeep Wrangler with the top off.

The car is shitty and always breaks down, but fun as hell to drive.

I usually just drive there shirtless. The early morning sun feels good and wakes me up.

Anna wears these tiny slutty Lululemon overpriced athletic clothes.

I'm happy she's at least wearing clothes for once.

We do hot yoga for 60 minutes, and by the time we are done it feels like my heart is going to explode.

Everyone at the yoga studio has perfect features and could be a model.

Everyone except for me.

I feel like a giant awkward muscly bear attempting to blend in with a flock of flamingos.

Or a giant polar bear that's invaded a colony of penguins.

I then drive home shirtless. I don't even bring a shirt with me anymore. Just a pair of blue or grey athletic shorts.

Anna is always completely undressed by the time we roll into the driveway.

Anna and I get home and we immediately have sex standing up in the bathroom.

I'll bend her over the sink counter into the mirror and take her from behind.

Sex feels especially good all hot and sweaty post yoga.

Anna's lips spread right open, like butter.

I'm often amazed that Anna and I can have sex. I feel like we are different species of beings. Me, a big caucasian mongoloid, and Anna, a cute brown tiny hispanic nymph.

My sex gets lost in Anna's small lips as she moans out in rhythm with my barbaric hard-hearted strokes.

There is something pure about fucking from behind. We are just using one another's bodies to get off. Nothing more.

Anna is such a tiny thing, yet eggs me on to these brutal poundings. She really likes to be manhandled. Her moans are so girly and dainty, even during the most vile of acts.

Maybe I do love her?

So I do my duty, "for God and my country," so the old scout saying goes

Anna and I then shower together and go about our days.

It's a good morning routine.

4

Anna's best friend is Belle.

Belle is a tiny pale alt girl, with tattoos, a septum ring that makes her look like a bull, and shoulder length dyed purple hair.

Belle is now comfortable enough at my house to swim and sunbathe naked with Anne.

It's a problem..

I remember the first time I went outside to check on Anna and Belle and they were both naked.

I couldn't help but stare at Belle's pale perky white tits. Her nipples were incredibly pale and had a sexy upward angle to them. The lips of her sex were also incredibly pale.

I couldn't help but imagine taking Belle and spreading her albino lips.

Anne woke me from my stupor and I refrained from turning my head in Belle's direction the rest of the afternoon.

Insofar as Anna is brown in complexion, Belle is a pale incesty white.

The contrast between the two friends is startling.

So I went back inside and did some work to clear my head.

I try to do work knowing there are two tiny naked girls giggling and running around my house

A man can only be so responsible.

5

I bought Anna this fancy silver choker-necklace to wear. The necklace wraps once around her neck like a choker, then twice a bit lower like a necklace where it dangles the letter A.

The silver of the necklace looks good with the silver of Anna's nose ring that pokes out from her left nostril.

The day I bought Anna the necklace, we arrived home from the mall and went straight to bed for a marathon afternoon of lovemaking.

That's how I know Anna likes something, how much she wants to fuck right after. It's her love language.

Dressed in just her necklace, Anna and I rolled around and fucked one another in every room of the house. On the floor, standing against the fridge, over the couch, bent into the coffee table-- all over.

Anna and I somehow ended up outside. I pinned her into the grass as she humped into me and moaned out in the open air.

I grabbed her by the neck. The silver of her necklace felt good against my big calloused hand.

Somehow Anna will be on the bottom and still be able to manipulate her pelvis in such a way that she is the one controlling me-- edging and pulling me further and further into her.

So I pin Anna in the grass of my yard, but it is in fact Anna who is taking me, controlling me, guiding me.

The warm butteryness of her sex is to much. Her pleas of "thank you," "yes daddy," "I love the necklace," "please," and "for you" are too much.

Everything about Anna is too much.

I spend myself in the grass with Anna as she wraps herself around me.

We then fall asleep together naked, mid-day, in the middle of my lawn.