It was almost two years since I had seen Peter, my Ex. Well, I call him my Ex but really we had a couple of dates followed by an intense one-night stand. The way Peter had me, in that one night, the way he made me his own and had his way with me – it was truly terrifying. I had bad relationships in the past and I was scared of how dependent I might become with him so I broke it off.
But I thought about Peter a lot. I thought about the way he ravaged me in that one night, the way he manhandled me and the way he moved me around like putty in his hands. Whenever I was bored with a guy or by myself, I could close my eyes and see Peter, his large powerful hands dominating me. For the past few months I had been getting more adventurous pleasuring myself anally. I was really beginning to crave fingering my asshole whenever I masturbated. I had never had anal sex and didn’t want to try it yet but the thought of Peter sodomizing me with his hefty manhood often sent me over the edge and turned me into a quivering dripping mess.