I've been doing a lot of reading and research lately into all things anal. Toys, and lubes, and positions, and such. The Chief is an ass guy. My poor beautiful neglected breasts... he prefers me in tight jeans, high heels and walking up the stairs and down the way, always in front. Which is fine. Everyone has a "thing". Some guys prefer breasts. Some prefer legs, or backs, or shoulders or hands, or feet. Just google fetish, you'll find a thousand different things that different people are obsessed about. Regardless, the Chief has a thing with bums, and who am I to deny him? I'm a lovely obliging girl some days ;)

Anyway, one of the reoccurring themes when even discussing anything new and controversial is always start with an orgasm. Sounds like a great plan to me. Apparently if you start with an orgasm you're partner will be a little bit more willing to hear you out if you're offering them some sort of new and thrilling sort of pleasure that may be just a little bit taboo or uncomfortable. It also says, specifically towards anal play, that if you start with an orgasm everything else just feels better, easier, more sensual/sexual/pleasurable. Good to know.

So, if an orgasm first makes any type of anal play more pleasurable and easier...

Kiss me. Really kiss me. Soft, and slow, and sensual. Make me need the feel of your lips pressed against mine. And bite and pull at my lips, like your starving, like you want to devour me. Trace my mouth with your tongue, soft and wet. Kiss me.

Tease me. Make my heart race at the feel of your hands, tracing lazy circles with your finger tips. Trace my cheek, my lips, my collarbone, my neck. Trace down my body. Trace my hips, and  down my legs. Let your strong hands hold me. Touching every inch of my body. Pull me closer, tighter. Hold me down, explore me like you own me. Feel my heart race, the blood rushing through my body, my breath in fast shallow gasps. Turn me on.

Press against me. Tangle up in me. Grind your body into mine. Writhe into me. I want to lose myself in you, all legs, and arms, and mouths, and twisted sheets. Push tighter up to me.

And when I've had all I can take, I whimper, desperate for your touch... glide those strong hands, those swift finger tips over me, into me, hot and wet and waiting for you to bring me release. Harder, and softer, and faster and slower all at once. Fill me up drop by drop till I spill over in ecstasy, screaming wordlessly, breathlessly...

Shaky and laughing and blissful... now what was it you wanted to talk to me about? Anything. Do it again and I just might do anything you ask...  ;)