20 Love Letters - The Eighteenth

You love my arse. You’re always checking it out, groping it, sticking your hands down my pants even at fairly inopportune times.

You love fucking my arse. I imagine the sensation is pretty different to fucking my pussy. Tighter, a different angle, a different kind of tension.

I never thought it was something I’d get into, was always too afraid it would hurt too much. But you were so patient and we tried on different occasions with varying degrees of success until, yeah, somewhere along the way we figured it out. And it doesn’t hurt much or even at all anymore. And it’s so intense. So hot. So very fucking awesome.

We’ve played with toys, butt plugs, dildos and various combinations of the above along with your own cock and there’s nothing quite like being so full and having my body stuffed from two angles. And we’re talking about and planning when we can do it without the toys and it’ll be two cocks inside me at once and the thought just makes me burn.

And it’ll happen because you want it and I want it too and I know it’ll be another mind blowing experience.

It kind of makes me feel sad for people who don’t have cool, open minded, perverted boyfriends.