It’s a feeling that’s difficult to put into words. Obviously..
Published: June 22nd 2024, 11:32:34 pm
It’s a feeling that’s difficult to put into words. Obviously there’s the physical sensations; the pressure, the weight, the pressing, the fullness, but those alone cannot really capture the true feelings. They’re more like the bread of a sandwich. Good bread certainly adds to the quality of a sandwich but two slices of bread without any filling is just bread. No, the mental space, the context, the emotions are the flavour and texture, the ham and cheese, the mayo and mustard, the tomatoes and the lettuce in this potentially delicious metaphorical sodomy sandwich.
When a finger first dares to slip deep into the darkness betwixt your cheeks, the context matters. It could be that your heart is already pounding with excitement, that a good while of intimate touching and teasing have led to this moment and that finger squirming to your butt hole is akin to a lover leaning in for a first kiss. Or it could be a violating surprise, like a heretic storming into hallowed ground reserved only for your own, toilet paper clad fingers; a sensation which sends dread and shockwaves of pounding naughtiness throughly your little head.
When your cheeks are spread and the tongue probes and laps and prods and loosens your hole little by little, it could tickle like the affectionate kisses of a passionate lover down your neck slowly growing deeper and wetter and more dirty, or it could feel cold and slimy and disgusting like a worm under your eyelid squirming deeper and deeper into your brain.
When the tip of a lubed cock first presses against against your hole and starts to slowly break it open, it can be akin to truly opening your heart. Finally letting yourself relax around a persons presence. Allowing those guards to drop so they can find out who you are on the inside. Submitting, relief, relax, peace… Or it can feel like you’re desperately trying to hold a door closed as a person 3 times your size tries to barge through, every time they crash against the door you weaken and the gap get larger and larger while you get more panicked and out of breath until finally they slip entirely through the gap where you have no hope of escape.
When they slip deeper and deeper inside you until your guts are filled; It can be like the gentle warmth of a good meal. Over-eaten, fully stuffed, content and sleepy and satisfying. A soft and naughty pressure in your deepest parts that wiggles all the right parts like riding down the slope of a rollercoaster. An embrace of an act which is entirely rude and sexually depraved and amazing. Or it can feel like shit. Like the hardest and most constipating turd of all time un-excreting itself back inside you. Like a complete violation of your body and soul, painful and tearing and terribly naughty.
And when you are fucked, smashed, when the hole is open and the piston rams you, well by then it’s hard to really remember but I swear it’s really great.
Anyway, LOVE YOU XOXO
