The Gaping Maw

It's an acquired taste, like a Stilton or one of those runny French cheeses. The first time I got my asshole stretched, it was awful! I used to let men do it to me because they enjoyed it, now I beg men to do it to me because I enjoy it. Not that many ask. They usually just get that vibe off me and roll me over face down and run it up in my guts. Anal sex is sort of the measure of being nasty, I think. It sure feels nasty.

There's this man named Derrick who works at the grocery store, I see him maybe twice a week, sometimes more. He's long and he's long natured. Long meaning he packs a foot long pipe when it's hard, and long natured, he takes an hour sometimes to get off. There's nothing like the feeling of a man running up against the lining of my ass hole for an hour. By the time he's done I'm big and sloppy.

I think Derrick is on a mission. He wants to see how long it's going to take to take out my anus and wreck my rectum.

He's well on the way.