Needless to say, I enjoy sex. If I didn’t, I would not be writing this blog.
That statement speaks volumes for me personally. Anyone who has followed my journey will understand what an impactful admission that is, especially given my history. To come full circle to a place of self-confidence, self-love and the unabashed embrace of my sexuality is something I celebrate. I enjoy exploring my libido and all the beautiful intricacies that excite my mind and body. Sexual discovery is a thrilling ride with no better example than the story I am about to share.
We met at the gym.
I’m not afraid to admit I like a nice, hard body. What was great about Anthony was that he coupled an appealing physique with a witty personality. As I have said, attraction and libido are multi-faceted concepts, so finding a guy at the gym who could hold his own in a conversation AND look good doing it was a breath of fresh air from the usual macho personality types one often finds lifting weights.
We hit it off early. I found it interesting that our workout times seemed to align more and more as time went on, whether by purposeful design or happy coincidence, I didn’t care. Soon we graduated to texting. I always enjoy a good flirt game and Anthony kept my attention. Eventually, I decided to give him a fair shot and invited him over.
It was late at night. He knocked on the door and when I opened it, I could tell he was nervous. In my experience, one thing the movies and porn hardly ever get right are the first times. It’s not always a whirlwind of instant physical connection. Sure, in my personal experience that does happen sometimes and when it does it’s amazing. Most of the time, it’s feeling things out together. Spending those initial moments talking and building to the physical. Not a bad thing, mind you, and with Anthony, I could tell the build was something he needed to smooth out the nerves.
So, we sat and talked. I assured him there was never any pressure to move forward. Secretly inside, I marveled at how far I had come from being where he was at in the moment; that place of desire mixed with unsure timidity. Now, here I was the confident authority. I let Anthony take his time and go through his personal rhythms to ease into the idea. To be honest, I was genuinely okay with however he wanted to proceed. If Anthony just needed an intimate evening of talking on the couch, I was happy to accommodate.
As we spoke, we naturally drifted closer. Soon our knees were touching and then our legs. We kissed. The shared build from gym to the couch helped make it a sweet first for us. I was ready for the escalation. I could feel it in the way our embrace deepened and the way he started to take control. As you well know, a confident man who knows how to take control in the bedroom is one of my strongest turn-ons.
We moved to the bedroom. Our clothes began to fall around us. Anthony was funny in his confidence. He had no problem owning the average size of his cock because he made up for it in other ways. He loved going down on me. And I did not mind it either.
He was adept at the use of his fingers in tandem with his tongue. I laid back and relished the sensations. The flick of his tongue at my clit as his touch penetrated. This was no novice finger fucking. The guy knew what he was doing. Anthony brought me to the edge of orgasm a few times that night before slipping his cock inside to fill me with his cum.
It had been an enjoyable time. Not the greatest, not the worst. I felt satisfied and was content with that being the story, if that’s all it was meant to be. Little did I know, there was a surprise on the horizon and it was something I had never really considered.
We met up another time later with much the same results, albeit less timid talking. Anthony was a good guy and someone I enjoyed connecting with even outside of sex and the gym. We were both very active professionals, however, so the connections were unfortunately less frequent than either of us wanted. The busyness of life happened. Communication happened in spurts. I was comfortable with a happy close to his chapter.
It was some time later we just happened to be crossing paths and decided to reconnect one night. I figured, what the hell, a bit of decent fingering play would be a fun distraction for a while. We caught up at our usual place on the couch. One of the many benefits of sex, once that initial physical connection is tested and proven to be mutually enjoyable, it really elevates the level of comfort. We sat and laughed and kissed and touched.
When we made it to the bedroom, I was excited to be edged. Anthony had never brought me to full orgasm before but it didn’t matter. The build to it was always fun but he had other plans that night.
I shut my eyes and breathed in a long, contented breath, allowing my senses to take in every facet of his ministrations. Soon I was feeling something new. As his mouth worked my pussy, I felt his finger circling my ass. Now, I’ve had light ass play in the past. It was not something I was overly comfortable with at the time, though definitely interested in exploring it more.
He circled closer and closer to insertion. My heart raced. This was new. The coupling of his tongue and his fingers at my clit and my ass at the same time. He slipped the tip of a digit inside me. I’ve had buttplugs so I was not unprepared for the feeling of fullness. What was different was the slow, gentle motion of his finger. Not just a tease. Anthony carefully maneuvered his touch deeper and deeper.
My body responded. I couldn’t help it. I arched for more. My moans were his encouragement. He must have been using some kind of lube or his spit because it wasn’t an uncomfortable pain. On the contrary, I felt the familiar swell of pleasure, the newness of sensation only helping to amplify the feeling. Anthony built with me. I felt his moans against my pussy as he sucked my clit and worked to push me past the edge. His touch inside and outside my pussy. His finger fucking my ass.
I gave in. My breath caught. I screamed out as the orgasm took hold and waves of pleasure rolled up and down my body. It was my first anal orgasm.
I love this particular story, not just because it’s a sexual first for me but because it does so much to reaffirm so much of what I love about my open marriage lifestyle. Anthony could easily have been a shy, average-dick guy I wrote off as a mediocre night. Instead, with a bit of patience and a willingness to explore the potential and enjoy the positives of what he could offer, my story with Anthony turned into a surprise hit.
I’ve had a lot of firsts in my time as a vixen. I have plenty more ahead of me that I can’t wait to experience and write about. One thing I know for sure about this first:
Butt stuff done well?…yes please!