[F] Spending quality time with my ass | 2016

I went to bed too early last night, and it felt like I never quite fell asleep. I kept tossing and turning and waking up; the night felt like a series of bad naps rather than any meaningful length of "sleep."

It was around 4:30, as I was lying in bed looking at my phone after waking up yet again, that I decided to force myself up. I was still tired, but I'd rather be tired and productive than lay awake in bed all night.

And besides, my boyfriend was due in at work early, so I figured I'd do the "domestic goddess" thing: make myself presentable, make a little breakfast, put together lunch, find the car keys that he inevitably loses every day... And maybe indulge in a little self care along the way, to make up for the shitty night I had.

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I started my early morning with a long bath, lit only by [fake] candles. I'd drawn the water hotter than I usually like, in hopes that it would wake me up; it did, but it also turned my skin a bright pink. I couldn't help but laugh as I wiped away the steam from my mirror and saw the strawberry-looking woman standing in front of it.

After my bath, and a little extra cleaning, I finally took care of the chipped polish that had been on my nails for way too long, and put on some makeup (a.k.a added blush to my 30 second routine of foundation and chapstick). I also used my favorite lotion all over, giving my entire body a faint smell of flowers.

I was feeling cute now, so I put on my favorite skirt--a short, high waisted, plaid one that did a piss-poor job at concealing my lack of underwear--and paired it with a tight sweater. I can't lie, I was feeling myself: if my boyfriend hadn't been scheduled to go in, I would have woken him up right then for an early morning ravaging.

Regardless, the following hour went as planned: I made a quick breakfast for my boyfriend, packed a lunch for him, found his keys and coat, and kissed him on his way out the door.

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It's about 6 am now. My boyfriend's gone, and I don't have to be at work for many hours. I did my cleaning yesterday, so I'm sort of just wandering around the house watching videos and doing little else.

At some point, I catch myself in a mirror and notice that my skirt is just a little too high, showing off the tiniest sliver of ass cheek just below it. Call me a narcissist, but I can't help but get a little turned on when I the small round curve.

Still looking in the mirror, I lift the back of my skirt, and my eyes track the shadow that delineates my ass cheek: a round curve that starts at the bottom, then heads up and in; eventually meeting the other ass cheek in the middle, where the two press against each other briefly, before separating again slightly at the top; two smooth, half-spheres sitting perky on my frame.

I'm in the bathroom now, getting a closer look at my ass in the mirror that hangs on the door. I'm bent over slightly, the back of my skirt pulled up to reveal the entirety of my bare butt.

I spread my cheeks with my hands, slowly: the shadow between the cheeks dissipates as I spread, a V of light working its way down the split as I pull the cheeks apart. Once I'm completely spread, the light fully reveals a small, flesh-colored hole just below where the cheeks were pressed together, nondescript aside from the tiniest dot of a beauty mark to one side of it.

My fingers crawl closer to the hole and pull, spreading it open slightly, revealing a pale pink ring of muscle just within it.

I move the tip of my middle finger to the hole and press against it. It's the slightest touch, but it feels as if I've grazed a thousand nerves. I involuntarily buck my hips out, pressing the finger ever-so-slightly harder against my hole.

My fingertip traces the edge of the hole and then bends in at the knuckle, digging into it slightly. I relax my ass while pushing in, and a few centimeters of finger push inside my ass. A small, breathy moan escapes me.

I remove the fingertip from my ass and suck on it to get it wet, then reach under myself and slide the finger back inside the hole. From this position I can reach a little deeper, so I keep pushing until my finger is buried just to the second knuckle.

It feels hot inside myself, and there's a strong pressure against all sides of my finger, as if a warm, fleshy pillow is pressing down against it, or trying to swallow it up. I wonder if this is how it feels for a dick.

I remove my middle finger from my ass, only to pair it with my index finger and push back in. Despite only one finger being wet, I'm able to push both inside with little trouble. Once inside, I move the fingers back and forth, pushing through the hot, fleshy pressure, sometimes hooking them and pulling them down slightly.

I pull my fingers out again, and my entrance hangs open just a bit, as if giving the world's tiniest kiss, and then squeezes shut again. I try to go back in with a third finger, but find that the hole is just too tight at the moment.

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I retreat to my bedroom momentarily, and then return to the bathroom with my box of toys in hand.

First, I pull out a rubberized strand of beads. Each bead is a different size and is, aside the soft outer coating, made of metal, giving the entire strand a nice heft. I watch in the mirror as I slap the strand lightly between my cheeks. It makes a satisfying sound and bounces back.

After washing the strand in the sink, I suck on the tiny first bead, and then push it inside myself with ease. I linger for a moment, then pop it out of myself and bring it back to my mouth, this time sucking on the second bead along with it. As I suck, a light floral scent meets me: a trace of my body lotion from earlier.

I press the first bead back inside myself, and then the second. The second bead is relatively small, but still large enough that my hole grips onto it, and when I release the strand, the whole thing hangs from me, swinging back and forth. I tug on it slightly, but my tight hole holds it in place.

I pull the beads out one at a time--pop, pop--and this time put the first three beads inside my mouth, lubing them up with my tongue. And then one by one, press those first three beads back inside my asshole. The third bead is significantly bigger than the previous two: as I press it in, I can see my pale pink ring of muscle stretch open and swallow it up.

Rather than pull out again, I spit on my fingers and rub the liquid over the fourth bead, before pushing it up inside myself to meet the others. The fourth bead is slightly smaller than the third, and works its way in with little trouble; but the combination of the four beads has added up quickly, and I feel like I'm filled up with perhaps the same volume as a fist.

The fifth bead is the biggest, and I'll need some extra spit to get it in. I pull the entire strand from my asshole--pop, pop, pop, pop--and then lick and suck on the entire strand until each bead coated with a thick layer of saliva. And then back in go the first four beads.

When the large, fifth bead presses against my hole, the hole stretches open slightly but then snaps shut, refusing to let the bead enter. I press again, and the hole stretches wider, but shuts once again. As I press the third time, my asshole slowly and reluctantly stretches to accommodate the full diameter, and then painstakingly closes down over the other side of the bead, taking the big thing inside.

The feeling of the bead getting slowly swallowed up inside of me leaves me breathless; as does the feeling of the first two beads, which have no choice but to move forward due to the volume behind them, work themselves past the bend inside my ass.

I feel incredibly full, but there's still a sixth bead that needs to go in. This one's not as big as the fifth--closer to the third in size--but the length that's already inside of me makes it a struggle to get in. But ever the completionist, I force the sixth bead inside my protesting hole.

I'm now filled with around thirteen inches of anal beads, several of which are nestled beyond the bend. When I stand up, it feels like they're in my stomach, and even the slightest press on the base or tug on the cord sends waves of sensation through the deepest parts of my ass.

I spend a few moments just gyrating my hips, enjoying the feeling of the beads rolling against each other inside me. I pull down my skirt to cover my ass, and then press my hands against it as I gyrate; the pressure travels through the material of the skirt and against my ass cheeks, in turn forcing the beads deeper. I continue gyrating.

And then I lift my skirt back up and start pulling the beads out, excruciatingly slowly; I watch my asshole open as each bead appears, then stretch as the bead is pulled out farther, and then snap down the other side, shooting the bead out but getting caught on the next bead in line.

Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.

As the last bead releases from me, the strand falls down and swings from my hand. Meanwhile my hole gasps open, revealing its bright pink walls, before snapping shut in relief.

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I want to see more of the inside, so I fish out a toy that I've had for a while, but haven't used yet. It's a clear buttplug, but hollowed out, with the intention that I'll one day use it to hold my ass open while several men shoot cum into it. (Today isn't that day, unfortunately.)

First, I grab the baby oil from under my sink and squirt just a little between my ass cheeks. Before it runs down and drips off, I spread the liquid out with one hand, giving my entire ass a slick sheen. I like the look of it so much that I'm tempted to slather myself in the stuff, but the thought of cleaning it up prevents me. Maybe next time.

I push bit of the oil inside my hole, and then coat the plug in it.

Despite being lubed up, the plug is surprisingly hard to get in. The front is tapered, but is wide enough to accommodate the hollow tunnel running through the toy, which means that it's a bit like trying to take a flat-headed cock. Furthermore, I am able to squeeze the thing down, but occasionally I lose my grip and it springs back to full size.

Nevertheless, with some effort, the clear plug finally struggles inside my hole and pops back to full size, cementing it in place.

The "moderate size" plug creates a tunnel more than an inch wide and several inches deep, down through my guts. I feel incredibly "open," and can even feel the room-temperature air drift in against my hot insides.

I'm on full display in the mirror. Through the clear material of the plug, I can see the base press against the oiled, flesh-colored entrance to my ass, then the pale pink ring of muscle that's struggling to close around it, and then the bright pink insides that follow, pressing down against all sides of the thing. My insides are clean and bright pink as far as the eye can see.

With my hole held gaping open, I easily reach three fingers through the tunnel. It stretches slightly when I open them up, so I spend a couple of minutes spreading and closing my fingers, feeling the immense girth inside my ass get even thicker and then shrink back down. My fingertips are able to move just beyond the plug and graze my insides directly; it feels amazing.

I have the idea of pushing the anal beads through the tunnel, but they're too big. Instead, I use a vibrator that's shaped similar to anal beads--a series of spheres stacked on top of one another, but smaller than the beads, and firm.

I move the first few inches of the vibrator through the tunnel, and then the bead-shaped tip of it touches the place where my asshole closes around the plug. I push the vibrator in deeper, digging farther into my hole. If I angle the right way in the mirror, I can even see it as it presses beyond the plug and deep into me.

I turn the vibrator on and immediately my legs buckle. It feels so fucking good; my ass is stretched out by the plug, and the tip of the vibrator is shaking around deep inside me. I pull the vibrator out--the beaded shape of it satisfyingly pops out of me--and then push it back inside.

All of the sudden I can feel it build up inside of me; I wasn't intending to orgasm, but there it is, so I desperately rip the vibrator out of my self and shove it back in, over and over, until I cum from the anal stimulation alone.

As I cum, I bend forward and brace myself on the counter, accidentally letting the vibrator fall to the floor, where it continues buzzing and whirring around. When I return to my senses, I bend down to pick it up--the plug presses into me as I bend--and put it away.

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I turn back to the mirror and decide to remove the plug. First, I bear down against it, trying to push it out with only my ass. It pushes forward, but the lips of my ass keep closing down and sucking it back in.

Deciding to help it along, I reach back and tug on the lip of the plug. Fuck that feels amazing. I pull harder, and then harder still, and finally my hole slips a little and begins stretching over the flared part of the plug.

I can see everything through the clear material, it's amazing. My hole stretches and stretches and stretches, until it's finally over the widest part of the plug, and then I pull the plug all the way out.

My ass is gaping wide open, and unlike before, it stays that way. I can feel the muscles twitch and start to close, but just by relaxing I can keep them gaping. Even better, I can put a few fingers in without even touching the walls; it's a huge turn on.

Seizing the opportunity, I grab my white-colored lube from the counter, and squirt a huge gob of it between my ass cheeks. I watch with delight as the "cum" runs down between my cheeks, hits the entrance to my hole, and then curves inside it before dripping down into my cavity. I only wish that this was real cum.

Once the liquid hits my insides, my asshole involuntarily clamps shut again. I try to relax and make myself gape again, but my hole seems just as tight as when I started playing.

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I pull my skirt back up and spread my ass in the mirror once more. Now I push and push until the "cum" inside me gushes out in a satisfying white deluge. Some of it runs down to my pussy, while the rest of it drips down to the floor. I imagine that I've just pushed one man's load and am getting ready to take another.

Next I pull my dildo from the box, wash it, and then stick it in my mouth. There's nothing like sucking real dick, but dildos are an ok substitute; I suck on the length of it and watch myself in the mirror as I take it down into my throat. My nose presses into the fake silicone balls.

I remove the dildo from my mouth; it's now coated in saliva, and I slap it across my ass cheeks and between them, a wet sound spreading out as the saliva hits the oil. The weighty thing feels good when it hits me; I slap a few more times, harder, and my skin blushes faintly where it hits.

I turn my attention back to the mirror and stand up straight, letting my skirt fall back down. I reach the dildo under myself and up the skirt; I can see the head bulge from beneath the fabric. Using the phallus, I lift my skirt up, revealing my cheeks behind either side of the dick.

With my free hand, I gather the fabric at the front of me and hold it in place; then, I slide the dildo into and between my oiled-up ass cheeks. As it pushes up between them, they slowly separate, and then spread apart. I bend forward, still sliding the dildo up and down, and now the shaft of it is running against my asshole--I make note of each artificial vein rippling over my hole.

Most of my spit has been rubbed off the dildo at this point, so I bring it back to my mouth--a light scent of flowers--and carefully push it back down my throat. Once more it comes out covered in that glorious, thick, slippery throat saliva.

I've inadvertently let the skirt fall again, so I pull it back up, revealing my shining ass cheeks once more. I grip a slippery cheek with one hand and spread it enough to reveal my hole; and then with the other hand, press the head of the artificial cock against it.

I watch with extreme pleasure as the tip of the cock head kisses my hole and then s l o w l y presses inside it. My hole stretches over the smooth head, a ring of collected spit and oil surrounding it. I keep slowly pushing, and finally see the ridge of the cock head disappear inside my ass, and my hole close around it.

I pull on the dildo, and my asshole tugs out with it, then releases. I suck the head of the dildo--fuck, I taste good--and push it back inside myself, deeper this time.

I repeat this process a few times until the dildo is all the way inside me--and then I spread my cheeks and push it in even more, making sure to get every last centimeter of it. With my fingers, I press against the base of the dildo--the balls keeping it from slipping fully inside me--and the force travels all the way to the tip, seeming to amplify along the way and lightly punch me inside. I like it.

I pull the dildo out a few inches and bend it down, so that I can easily see my hole against the shaft. And then I push it back in, slowly, watching as each inch creeps inside me, until it's balls deep again.

I continue this for a few minutes--pulling the dildo out, pushing it back in, sometimes slowly rotating it within myself--and then pull it all the way out, my pink asshole gaping in response. Again I re-wet the dildo with my throat, and then push it back in.

Eventually, I tire of the slow, steady playing, and decide it's time to get fucked. I apply the tiniest bit of "cum" lube to the dildo, and just a bit more oil all over my ass, and then attach the dry suction cup of the dildo to the wall. Once more I gather my skirt at the front of my body, and then back up toward the dildo.

The mirror is now to the side of me, so I can continue watching the show. I watch as the girl in the mirror backs up toward the dildo and presses against it; and then as the dildo disappears inside her.

I immediately begin rocking back and forth, rolling my hips up when I near the base. Pleasure shivers through my nerves as the dildo pushes into my guts and then beyond the curve inside me. I get faster, and then faster still, pushing harder and harder into the wall.

Eventually, I'm riding the dildo with such fervor that I have to reach forward and steady myself against the counter with one hand, while steadying the dildo with the other.

I'm still watching myself in the mirror as I hungrily pound my ass on the dildo. The skirt sometimes falls down, dragging across the dildo as I pull forward; other times it bounces up, giving me a clear view of the cock disappearing into my ass cheeks. Sometimes, when I curve my hips just right, it falls back up over the cheeks and is held in place for a few seconds before falling back down.

I frantically fuck myself on the cock--it feels so fucking good--until I feel it building up inside me once more. I pound hard and harder, desperate; I imagine some invisible man behind me, plunging his cock into me over and over.

Slap slap slap--I'm pounding so hard and so deep that my cheeks hit the wall each time I bottom out.

I'm fucking my ass as hard as I can. In my frenzy, I start talking to the invisible man that's fucking me. "Fuck, it feels so good! Fuck me! I need your cum!"

I suddenly slam myself all the way down and grunt hungrily as a second orgasm shoots through me. I grind against the dildo, as if milking out the last drops of its imaginary cum.

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I rest against the counter for a minute, the dildo still buried deep in my ass, my hips still slowly grinding against it, my legs shaking from pleasure and exhaustion.

And then I pull forward slowly, savoring each inch of the dildo as it pulls out, until it finally releases and hangs there, bouncing slightly.

I take one last narcissistic look at my asshole in the mirror. The dildo has made it gape open, and the entrance seems to be flushed bright pink from the friction. My holes snaps shut once more, and looks as good as new.

I clean my toys, and my ass, and the little trail of wetness that's escaped down my leg, and then go back to wasting my day.