I don’t tell a lot of people this but the greatest birthday present I ever received was a vigorous assfucking by the most talented pegger to cross my path.
It was all the more special because I was at a difficult point in my life. I was sleeping on my mother’s couch, my bank account was basically nothing and I was pretty unsure about any of my prospects. Despite that I do remember it as a bright time because I was seeing someone who as much a fiend for pegging as I was.
It was late on my birthday and I happened to be at Waterloo in the early evening. I’d seen friends out of town and was coming back on a cold winter evening to spend the night on the couch. I lingered at the station for a while, not wanting to officially end the day there. I got my phone out several times and put it back several times. I was thinking of her. We weren’t anything serious as a couple and as things turned out we never would be but I had real puppy-dog eyes for her. I made the fateful choice to look back at some very flattering shots she’d sent me of her new lingerie a few months ago, back when it was warm enough to be casual about that sort of thing. That sealed it and I texted her. A photo of me drinking a McDonalds tea in a setting that we both knew was about fifteen minutes away from her flat. I had never seen her flat, incidentally – she had said that she didn’t get on with her flatmates. I didn’t want to push the matter and felt that was as good an explanation as any.