For years, my husband, Noah, has been asking me for anal sex. Each time he asks, I giggle and say, "Not tonight sweetheart, but maybe sometime." Each time, I see the longing in his eyes as he accepts the rejection and snuggles in behind me, wrapping his big, strong arms around me and drifts off to sleep.
It has been about 1.5 years since the last time he asked me, due in large part to me getting pregnant and the birth on our twins, and I'm beginning to wonder if he has given up any hope or conquering my ass.
I did not start out as a dominate person sexually. As a matter of fact I had a real complex about my skinny, petite body for a long time. I did not get real confident until I began spending time with my best girl friend Angela. If you have read my other stories you know that Angela and me have had several very kinky experiences together.
Josh got up and started down the road around noon on a Saturday afternoon. He had been anticipating this weekend for sometime. It had been months since he had seen Tricia. The two hour drive was pretty easy as he had made it a few times. Meanwhile Tricia was busy preparing for the more than satisfying sexual adventure that she knew would occur that night.
Gary was going about his normal routine on the building site when his mobile rang. He put down the piece of wood he was just about to nail onto the house frame and pulled the phone out of his pocket. "Emily" the screen read. Now there's a name he hadn't heard in a long time. He pressed the button and put the phone up to his ear.
There are all kinds of customers that enter Busty Bab's House of Pleasure. There are the married couples that are looking for something to "spice up" their marriage, the eighteen year old seniors that think their going to "get some" on Prom Night, and there are the dating couples that are so close to getting married they practically live together and then there is Annie.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to find a position in the hard wooden desk that wouldn't cause my ass to go numb. Just five more minutes. Five more minutes and then my weekend could begin. I hated Friday classes. They always seemed to drag on, and this one was no different. And to make matters worse, this particular lecture took place in the oldest classroom on campus, complete with hard wooden chairs circa 1904.