Looking Back: Wherein I (almost) take it up the ass.
Okay, so the guy had a pinkie dick.
Seriously, he was one of the least endowed fellows I’ve ever been with, but he was 21 with the prettiest body I’d ever seen. You coulda bounced a quarter off his ass. And he would go down for hours and it was “Summer of Love, 2000” after all. So I had him in the rotation.
I always wanted to be the kind of girl that did anal. That probably makes me an even bigger whore than I already am, but so be it. I was the girl who was up for anything, the kind you remember fondly when sitting on the porch of the retirement home…No source of pleasure was out of bounds, a sensualist of the highest order. I wanted to be an anal girl.
I knew women that said they liked it. Women who weren’t being paid to, even.
So when Pinkie Dick suggested it, I was game. If I was gonna try butt sex with anybody, this would be the guy to start with.
Lubricant was applied.
My virgin ass was approached.
Penetration.
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He cracked three ribs.
His, not mine.
As soon as his incredibly tiny dick entered me searing pain shot through the delicate flower that was my ass. I’m 4’10…This guy was a good 6 feet tall, ‘bout a buck and half…And I threw him off me like a championship bronco. He went flying off the bed, smashing into the dresser across the room.
He cracked three ribs.
The only thing I could think is that if I’d had longer hair at the time, maybe he could have held on. As it was…
He cracked three ribs.
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His removal from the rotation was a mutual decision.