Particularly ladies: Do you prefer anal slow and more gentle? Or (after a bit of a warm up), do you prefer things to get much more energetic? If "it depends," please elaborate? On what? Position? Mood?
Like everything else, there's no 1 answer that applies to all. Speaking from many years of anal experience with my wife, it definitely depends on her mood/hormone. The warm-up phase has to be slow and gentle. Once warmed up, she'll want it hard and fast when she's feeling raunchy and naughty. She wants to be treated like a slut. She'll pull my cock out of her ass and turn around for ATM without warning. :dizzy2: But, on other days (about half the times), she'll be more passive and is fine with hard and fast, but doesn't proactively encourage it. It's the sam;e with me. There are days I want to fuck her hard & fast, anal and/or vaginal; and other days, when I just want to be sucked off...
The best I ever got it, he texted me earlier in the day while I was at work, and asked me if anyone had ever fucked my ass as hard as th hardest my pussy had ever been fucked. I said no, and he said it would change that night. He wasn't lying. He may or may not have given me something illegal to smoke with him. I may or may not have partaken. You know. I would swear in a court of law that I definitely, definitely, was made no such offer, and absolutely did not accept such an offer ever. After we didn't do drugs, he sent me to shower, and I was surprised by how well stocked his toiletries were. He barely knew me, but he had my favorite kind of oil, and facewash, and everything! I think he must have smelled them on me on our first date when we were making out at the end. Anyway, it was really nice to bathe with familiar things at his house after a long day at work. Anyway, after bathing, I went back to his bedroom wrapped in a big fluffy towel. He was smoking a cigarette in an armchair. He spoke very quietly. He told me to remove the towel, so I folded it and placed it at the foot of his bed. "Turn. Slowly." I obliged him, and as he sat there, fully dressed, scrutinizing me, my heart began to beat faster, and I remembered what he'd promised earlier. I got nervous, but I was also excited. When I met his gaze, his face was completely expressionless. That was unnerving. He took another drag, and continued to watch me. He sat silently, unhurriedly finishing his cigarette. I opened my mouth to speak, but he just shook his head no. I closed it, and waited anxiously. When he stood, he went to where there was half a wall beside his bed. He gestured for me to get onto the bed, and when I approached the wall he pulled me close and kissed me. He invented kissing. I'm sure of it. I tried to undress him over the barrier, but he smiled and told me to practice patience, adding "I will allow you to undress me when I want to be undressed." Or something like that. He fondled me while we kissed until I was a desperate puddle. After seven eternities, he let me try to undress him, but with he wall in my way, I could not. He came around to the foot of the bed, kissed me again, and I was able to loosen his belt before he stopped me. I don't remember how his huge cock ended up in my throat. Supine, with my head off the matress, he reamed my throat. It was too big, too hard, too fast, and he wouldn't let me use my hands. I remember coughing him out. He asked me if I was still okay, and I wiped my mouth and nodded. Smiling at last, he caressed me, and told me that I was a very good girl, and when he slid his finger along my slit and it came out creamy, he noted, "a very good girl indeed". I had never been treated like this before, but I liked it. He massaged my g-spot, admonishing me not to climax without permission. When I began to ask him to fuck me he laughed, genuinely, and suggested that I beg. So I complied, and as I did and the heat of a deep blush washed over my face, I could see in his eyes how much he enjoyed my discomfort. Instead of becoming angry, I felt even more submissive. For whatever reason, I really wanted to please him. He finally had enough of my pleading, and removed one of his fingers. "Squeeze." He made me do kegels until I was sweating and exhausted. When I couldn't do any more, not even one, he demanded one more. He told me it would prove how badly I wanted his dick in me. It took me well over a minute to succeed, but once I did, he repeated that I was a good girl, and he kissed me deeply. He put on a really weird, black condom, and I briefly wondered what it would look like under blacklight with my thick, creamy juices clinging to it... He fucked me ferociously. He wouldn't let me have any orgasms. Every time I was about to pop, he slapped me really hard. I was stunned the first time. I mean...he HIT me. But I was also more turned on than ever! Every time he struck me, he held his hand briefly in place, and then slid it along my face, so even though it stung like hell when he slapped me, it was as if it never happened he second he removed his hand. Over and over I came close, and every single time he slapped me into next week. I don't remember if we changed positions. Remember, I never smoked anything sticky, stanky and green. But I might have been a little ossified. You know. But I do remember he went down on me for ages and ages. I remember being on his bed as decades passed, centuries, all the time begging him to fuck me, or at least let me come. My words fell on deaf ears as he skillfully subjected me to the delicious torment of tease and denial, and moaned into me. He licked every nook and cranny, and even my little pucker never got so thorough a tongue-fucking as he gave me. Finally, he arranged me into the fetal position, and even though his erection was as thick as my wrist and a bit longer than my hand, it slid into my ass like it was nothing. He aimed first at one delicious spot, then a second, asking which I preferred. I chose. He proceeded to pound that spot like he had a grudge against it. So hard. And so slow. I could feel it in my still oozing pussy, as if he was nudging my g-spot. Miraculous. Perfect. My asshole never got it so good before or since. I came at last, screaming and convulsing for a long time. He said his housemates were going to think he was murdering women in the basement. We keep in touch, but life has never made it convenient to hook up again. Now, I'm in a monogamous situation, so I'm not hoping for a repeat, but I do savor the memory. We'd lost touch for a bit, and one Christmas we got caught up with each other, and he asked, "So. How many times have you masturbated to the memory of that night?"
My botty is designed for gentle loving. Deep? I love it deeper the better, but my intestines are not designed to be pounded a la my vag. I do not, never had, never will have an orgasm because of anal penetration: it's all about that exquisite filling pain that sends you ...... YEE HAH. But get there gently please.
My GF has had two Surgeries and I think they replaced her Colon with some Kind of Space Age Polymer.Loves Anal, two hour's of steady pounding and She just want's more......Multiple Orgasm's and A Sub!I Like giving it to Her slow and Steady ,So Fuckin Hawttt
