Author's Note: This is something a little...different. A little more loving and less pornographic. Please, tell me more situations or scenarios you'd like to see, and criticize (or complement) the writing! I can't learn if I don't get feedback! My sudden brazenness took me by surprise. I pulled away as we were in the midst of embrace, focused more on facial expressions and looking proper than fucking till’ orgasm. We were awkward, even after all this time. Wanting to make the perfect impression in front of each other, even though we'd seen each other fart. Burp. Barf. When it came to the bedroom, none of that mattered, though. I wanted to be the girl of his fantasies.
I rolled onto my stomach and knelt on the bedspread, arching my back high. Hands pulled apart my cheeks. ‘I want to try-’ It felt so dirty to say it. Awkward. Anal. Something about that word was just- it was too anatomically correct.
He frowned at me. ‘Love, no.’
‘Please.’ I pleaded.
He had every reason to be hesitant. Ulcerative Colitis wasn't the sexiest of the colitis’, and it had the downside of making anal a laughable dream. But I needed him. I needed to share this with him.