Anal Erotica: I Desire You

My First Time

Writing erotica, that is! Anal sex is something I’ve always wanted to try, but it scares me for quite a few reasons. First and foremost is some health issues that make any type of anal play, let alone sex, a bit painful—even with an overabundance of lube (and you should always be using lube!).

Second, there’s a societal stigma saying that female-presenting folks should view having anal sex as something taboo. And while I’ve worked hard on fighting this (and lots of other) stigma to become more sex-positive over the years, there’s still that initial fear evoked by the idea.

Third, there’s that whole… poop thing. I don’t kink shame—folks enjoying what they enjoy is hot and exciting! But due to my health issues, I have a lot of hang-ups around how my big intestines like to vacate themselves. And a part of me still finds it embarrassing to have a dirty condom afterwards.

Regardless of all that, though, when I tried anal sex, it felt absolutely amazing! It’s not something I do nearly as often as I would like (see one and partially three), but it’s something I find extremely enjoyable. And before I’d explored it with my current partner, I very much fantasized about it, especially since we like to play with butt plugs.

So, I wrote this short erotica of me being a good little submissive slut and taking my Dom’s throbbing cock in my ass for the first time. I hope you enjoy!

I originally posted this erotica on my FetLife page.

I Desire You (Anal Erotica)

The more I practice with my plugs the more I want you. I can’t help but think about you taking me.

How you’ll push me over the bed. Demand for me to play with my clit as you finger my ass to warm me up. As you sneer and tell me that I’m a slut for the noises I make.

But you enjoy those noises… secretly. Or not so secretly. You’re looking forward to more of them. Looking forward to how I’ll react when you take me for the first time.

I want to come. I beg for you to let me.

You enjoy it when I beg. You taunt me a bit, but allow it. This time.

Your free hand caresses my cheeks. It always makes me squirm.

You enjoy it when I squirm, too.

But you’re ready. And you know I’m ready. I’ve been pressing against you. Presenting myself to you. For you.

You remove your finger. Bend over and stroke my back. Ask me if I remember my words.

Of course I remember my words. I always do. I just want you. Now. More than I’ve wanted you before.

You run your hand against my pussy. Slap it to tease me. To hear me yelp. And then you position yourself. Running the head of your cock against my asshole.

You’re so hard. Harder than I’ve felt you. And it just makes me wetter. Makes me want you more. I whimper. I beg.

You laugh. You taunt. You tease some more. And then you start sliding yourself into me for the first time.

I gasp. I see stars. I’ve been in subspace, but this is different. It’s electrifying.

You go slow. You resist the urge to take me in one thrust. Today. There will be plenty of time for that in the future.

You feel me come. Catch a glimpse of it trickle down my legs. You smirk, and stop. All the way in. You spank me a few times. Remind me I need to ask for permission. Tell me what a naughty slut I’ve been.

I can’t manage words. Just an affirmative moan. I’m flying. I was scared for so long.

I’m not scared anymore.

I whine. You haven’t moved. I want you to.

You pet my back. Bring me back from the clouds. You don’t want to continue until I can speak again. You might be a sadist, but you don’t want to overdo it.

Not today.

Not for the first time.

You wait for me to speak. Yes. I want it. Please. I start to beg. I mewl. Reach my hand back for you.

You take it in yours. Praise me. Tell me I’m a good girl. Your good girl.

And you begin to fuck me.

I don’t know how long it lasts. All I know is the galaxies I see.

It feels incredible.

You grunt.

I love that sound.

You ask me if I’m ready. I somehow manage an affirmative response… the words have gone again.

You drop my hand. Grab my hips. Curse. Call out my name.

We’re both consumed in this moment. It could go on forever. Maybe it does.

Then we’re on the bed. You’re wrapped around me.

And all I can manage is a warbled Thank You into your chest as I drift off, you petting my hair.