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When Patrick Took My Ass (At Least He Spanked Me First, Right?): A Rough First Anal Sex Erotica Story Kaddy DeLora

When Patrick Took My Ass (At Least He Spanked Me First, Right?): A Rough First Anal Sex Erotica Story

Kaddy DeLora

Published October 9th 2014
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Kindle Edition
7 pages
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It took a while for Patrick to explain to me that he’d hesitated about bringing sex into our relationship because he was very, very dominant in the bedroom and didn’t want to ruin things for us. It had the opposite effect on me I might haveMoreIt took a while for Patrick to explain to me that he’d hesitated about bringing sex into our relationship because he was very, very dominant in the bedroom and didn’t want to ruin things for us. It had the opposite effect on me I might have predicted. I got really, really turned on. In fact, the next time he saw me he saw me naked! I was nervous as hell but he wasn’t. He came to me and took what he wanted, and in this case what he wanted was my ass!Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes erotic spanking, rough sex, rough first anal sex, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.Here is a preview:I felt pretty uncomfortable just standing there naked in nothing but my high heels, but any nervousness I had wasn’t shared at all by Patrick. He walked up to me, smiling, and without any hesitation, his hand fell on my ass. Two quick slaps made me yelp, but I was fascinated by my body’s reaction because the heat that followed the slaps was pleasant. Still, I grit my teeth as he slapped again, three or four more times on each cheek. And then his hands changed- he began gently rubbing, softly caressing, moving his palms and fingers over my ass cheeks and then down over my thighs. As he rubbed my thighs, I kept anticipating that he’d end up sliding a hand between my legs, but he didn’t get there. Part of me wanted him to, though, and after a few minutes of this treatment, I was so desperate for his touch that I actually found myself letting out little keening moans.He chuckled in amusement at my obvious need, and that chuckle actually humiliated me a little. It didn’t humiliate me enough to put an end to things, though. Instead, I just let him continue to run his hands over me, never touching where I wanted but driving me closer and closer to desperate insanity. When he finally reached underneath me and cupped a hand over my mound, I felt an overpowering amount of excitement. My knees grew a little bit weak, and I involuntarily squatted slightly to press my sensitive parts down against his hand.