I Love My Asshole
The asshole gets a bad rap sometimes. It can be dirty, stinky and, if you aren't careful, itchy.
But I love mine. Unlike women, I don't have an additional hole to take care of, so all of my focus can go on my sweet, lovely, just slightly-hard-to-reach pucker. He's been abused over the years and he knows the dangers and pitfalls of not having enough lube, going too big too fast, and being utilized when he just needs to rest.
Sometimes he's hungry, begging to be fed, and I feed him. It might only be with a finger if that's all I can manage at the time, but it's the attention he needs. Sometimes a favorite toy is just the thing. And when he wants to get adventurous, I'll take him out for the night, introduce him to a new friend who, hopefully, will treat him just right.
He's angry with me because he doesn't get the tossing he so heartily craves, but all I can do is tell him that it's not everyone's cup of tea. When he does get licked, he's in heaven and he sends signals to his neighbor that it's time to party and shoot off fireworks.
I have kept my asshole covered in cozy hair for most of his adult life but sometimes he just wants to be a wild man and I carefully and gently run a razor over his puckered lips and make him smooth, slathering him with plenty of lotion to keep him soft and supple. That's when he gets the most frequent visits from my fingers.
He's aware that protected penetration is best for everyone involved, but he also knows how special it is to have a naked visitor. On the few occasions where he's been fed by a barebacked marauder he is happy as a clam and remembers that feeling for years to come until the next time he is so lucky.
My asshole is the only one I've got and I have learned how to take care of him. He rewards me for good behavior and I'm happy to embrace my hole: my entryway into my body, my sometimes tight, sometimes soft, occasionally wide and gaping but always sweet and sensitive and sexy butthole, nestled perfectly between my supple, warm cheeks.
Time for a visit.
But I love mine. Unlike women, I don't have an additional hole to take care of, so all of my focus can go on my sweet, lovely, just slightly-hard-to-reach pucker. He's been abused over the years and he knows the dangers and pitfalls of not having enough lube, going too big too fast, and being utilized when he just needs to rest.
Sometimes he's hungry, begging to be fed, and I feed him. It might only be with a finger if that's all I can manage at the time, but it's the attention he needs. Sometimes a favorite toy is just the thing. And when he wants to get adventurous, I'll take him out for the night, introduce him to a new friend who, hopefully, will treat him just right.
He's angry with me because he doesn't get the tossing he so heartily craves, but all I can do is tell him that it's not everyone's cup of tea. When he does get licked, he's in heaven and he sends signals to his neighbor that it's time to party and shoot off fireworks.
I have kept my asshole covered in cozy hair for most of his adult life but sometimes he just wants to be a wild man and I carefully and gently run a razor over his puckered lips and make him smooth, slathering him with plenty of lotion to keep him soft and supple. That's when he gets the most frequent visits from my fingers.
He's aware that protected penetration is best for everyone involved, but he also knows how special it is to have a naked visitor. On the few occasions where he's been fed by a barebacked marauder he is happy as a clam and remembers that feeling for years to come until the next time he is so lucky.
My asshole is the only one I've got and I have learned how to take care of him. He rewards me for good behavior and I'm happy to embrace my hole: my entryway into my body, my sometimes tight, sometimes soft, occasionally wide and gaping but always sweet and sensitive and sexy butthole, nestled perfectly between my supple, warm cheeks.
Time for a visit.
4 years ago