Ode to anal sex with progasm

The other night I had anal sex with my partner.  For us anal sex is s-l-o-w. Like. Reallllllllly really slow. With her lying flat on the bed on her stomach, I climbed on top of her entered her ass with a well lubed cock.  She fully relaxed as she usually does, trying not to tense a single muscle.  Once inside, I hardly moved for a couple minutes to let her get acquainted to the lube and to the ever so familiar foreign object inside her, before starting to glide in and out at a snail’s pace.

Three important details I should mention. First of all, we don’t use birth control (and have no desire to have a child).  That means that usually I have to be careful not to toe too close to the line during sex.  But during anal sex I can let myself hover at the point of no return, without fear, for minutes at a time.  Secondly, I had my prograsm inside me, kissing up against my prostate. And lastly I hadn’t ejaculated for a week, and had had several prostate sessions as well as sex in the meantime.  I was one ripe tomato, in horticultural speak.

There is something about fucking her in this way that reminds me of being in a swimming pool as a kid. I swear I can feel the chlorinated water in the back of my nose, and the delicate contact between my hips and the giving cushion of her massive derriere reminds me of swim trunks billowing in the water around my crotch.  The overall sensation is one of floating. Me floating inside her, a toy floating inside me, my hand floating up and down the sides of her body as I lay on top of her...

When she comes like this, her orgasms creep over her as she gargles face down in her pillow.  Her muffled screams have a rumbling grain that vibrates through my body, resonating the iron gong of my prostate.  My moans become tangled in her moans as I hover my lips over her neck and shoulders, curling my arms and legs around hers.. That night she came several times, and I accompanied her, eyes rolling and teeth clacking, with my own dry orgasms.

As usual I waited for her to tell me she was ready for me to ejaculate—since I am so close to the edge already, it is just a matter of not holding back anymore.  So when she said so, I slid my arms around her body to hold her against me, and let down my last guard.  I relaxed every muscle I could, trying to avoid contractions, and semen seeped out of me as wave after wave of tingling warmth overtook my body.  The more I resisted contractions, the more powerful it got, and she came in reaction to my pleasure.  I heard her whimper “mais c’est tellement doux” in between moans. My vision blurred over as the toy steadily milked my glands.  My orgasm seemed to go on forever, continuing for at least a minute after a very drawn out ejaculation, with her quivering and groaning underneath me.  Afterwards we lay for several minutes in a happy mess, slowly becoming aware of the realities of sweaty skin and dripping fluids, before hurrying giggling to the shower.