Anal Sex and The Arab

I didn’t expect him to answer his phone when I called. We hadn’t talked in three or four months. I didn’t bother to leave a message when it went to his voice mail.

But I was surprised to get a text from him a few minutes later. We texted for hours and I met him at his place at midnight. We talked, fucked on the couch and then went to bed together.

But we didn’t go to sleep.

Remember when I said…

…you’re not watching me masturbate? I lied. (Well, you’re not, but someone else did.)

The lights are dim and we’re laying on our sides watching tv. His naked body is pressed up against my backside, hands running over my mostly naked body. His mouth, teeth and tongue start at my neck and work their way down my back.

Lower.

My Fetish

Actually I kind of have two fetishes, but one sort of incorporates the other. I’m not even sure if it’s technically a fetish, but it is something I have to see or visual or fantasize about to actually orgasm.

I kind of blame it for my lack of orgasm during regular (vag) sex.