Porn Stories [R-18]

Chapter One

"Eww, why would you want to do that!? That's where poop comes out from!" She sounded incredulous. This wasn't the reaction I had hoped for. Although we'd been dating for six months, I had been reluctant to broach the topic of anal sex with her. It's not that she was a prude. Far from it. It's just that I really liked Michelle and I didn't want to risk anything that might jeopardize that. With us both in our late 20s, we were at the stage in our lives where we hoped to plan a future together. I must have looked disappointed by her response. "Sorry, baby." She attempted to console me. "That's just not something I'm into."

I sighed, realizing too late it had probably been a mistake to bring it up altogether. This was supposed to be an evening for us to unwind and enjoy each other's company. And the elegant Pacific Fish restaurant was hardly the place to discuss such things. Idiot, I cursed at myself. Wrong place, wrong time, I thought. Don't press the issue and risk further souring the mood. I acquiesced. "Of course," I attempted to bury my disappointment under a forced smile. "You know, I care about you way too much to ever make you do something you aren't comfortable with."

She smiled back and the conversation quickly shifted to other things. Eventually, our food arrived. She talked amiably as we ate but I had a hard time focusing on the conversation. My thoughts kept returning to the previous topic. Maybe she did have a point. After all, she was correct, that was where poop came from. So why *did* I want to put my dick there?! I mulled it over. Maybe it's because it's considered taboo that I felt drawn to it. Maybe I like the idea that my beautiful, considerate, church-going girlfriend secretly does things in the bedroom that other women refuse. Or maybe it's the level of vulnerability, trust, and communication required that creates an intimacy that doesn't exist in other forms of sex? Then again, perhaps trying to assign logic to the whole thing was pointless. Do the foot fetish guys spend their time analyzing reasons for lusting over a woman's feet? Some things just--

"Babe, are you listening to me?" I snapped back to the present moment. She had stopped talking and was staring at me.

"Yeah, of course," I lied. I quickly rewound the portion of my brain that had been paying attention to the conversion. "I can't believe Leslie did that..." I mumbled, agreeing with her perspective.

"I know, right? Thank you!" She continued with her story.

I marveled at Michelle's appearance tonight. Her carefully prepared makeup emphasized the contrast between her features: The way her dark red lipstick stood out against her caramel-colored skin. How her eyeshadow and blush emphasized her almond-shaped eyes and flat nose, the classic Filipino features that I had always found so attractive. I found my mind once began to wander. However, this time my thoughts turned negative. She always gets what she wants, I thought, failing to fight back a growing sense of resentment. Does she really think I enjoy all the times we hang out with her friends because that's what she wants to do? I do that for her. Why won't she do this thing for me? Catching myself, I took a deep breath and let the bitterness melt away. I resolved not to dwell on the issue any longer. At least for tonight, let's just enjoy being together.

After that, the mood lightened and our evening felt fun and fresh again. Soon we were laughing and joking with each other, reminding me of why we had originally fallen in love with each other so quickly. Not wanting the night to end, after dinner I took her to get ice cream at her favorite spot. She leaned back against my shoulder in the empty ice cream store and I felt a sense of shame at my earlier selfishness. How lucky I am to have found such an incredible woman, I reminded myself. I should count my many blessings, and not dwell on the few negatives.

We made love that night in the way that we had grown accustomed. She gave me oral sex until I was nearing orgasm. She then laid on her back and spread her legs for me with the understanding that it was my turn to please her orally. As usual, I buried my face in the smooth, dark folds of her private area. It was while alternating between licks and kisses of her labia that I decided to attempt something new. I slid a pillow under her hips. Then grabbing her legs, I pressed them back toward her chest exposing herself even more to me. I continued to kiss and lick her labia, moving my tongue downward, past the opening of her vagina, lower to the area between her anus and vulva. I pressed my tongue against her perineum just for a moment, then returned to her clitoris. She didn't seem to mind. So, I decided to go for it. I brought my mouth lower, past her perineum, to her asshole. Then I licked it.

Her body tensed. I could almost hear her going through the calculations in her mind. Did he do that on purpose? He must have. Do I smell OK? I should, I showered before getting ready. Is this wrong? Then I heard it. She moaned. It sounded different than her usual moans. I gave it another gentle lick. She moaned again and her body relaxed. It felt good. She liked it. I returned to licking her clitoris but made a point of returning to her asshole several more times. Each time I licked it, she seemed to respond with a special set of moans.