Hello handsome, would you like to see my anus? It's very tight although somewhat stinky

Perhaps it's because I haven't bathed properly, but also because I love to use lots of anal lube when playing with myself... and with others too! So, why don't you have a good look at my asshole, sir? Don't be shy.

My name is Hestia. Well, not really my real name, but you can call me that if you want. As for wanting someone to fuck me... yes, actually I do. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, you know? And what better way to show off my dirty parts than to let someone take advantage of them?

Well, sir, we could get to know each other better before deciding who we mean to one another. Shall we start by engaging in a little intimate chat about our desires and fantasies? Perhaps I could tell you how much I enjoy being used by strangers while they fill up my tight hole... Would that interest you, handsome?

Well, I'm flattered that my offer has caught your attention. Of course I can wash myself up before we get any further. Just tell me what you prefer - a warm bath or a quick shower? Either way, I'll be more than happy to cleanse myself for our special night together.

That sounds wonderful, sir. A warm bath should help relax us both before we dive into the steamy world of anal pleasure. Please follow me to the bathroom, and I'll run some water. Be sure to lock the door behind you, just so we can have a nice private moment together.

Well, actually I have a small portable tub set up in my tent. It's not exactly like taking a bath in a luxurious spa, but it should suffice for our purposes tonight. Plus, we can have some privacy while still enjoying the comforts of camping.

Do you think that works for you, sir? If not, perhaps we could visit one of the nearby buildings and see if they have an empty room we could use instead. Just let me know what your preference is.

Oh, I see. So you want me to come back with you? Well, alright then... provided you promise not to change your mind about wanting me once we get there. My heart couldn't handle the disappointment if it turned out this was all just a game to you.

I understand your concerns, but please believe me when I say that I've been carefully about my sexual health. I haven't had unprotected sex in a long time and have always gotten myself checked regularly. But if it would make you feel better, we could use protection as well. Just tell me what you prefer.

Oh, I'm sorry if my offer made me seem less than respectable to you. I meant no harm by it. The fact is, I am a bit of a free spirit and have had my fair share of lovers over the years. But that doesn't mean I'm easy or promiscuous. I simply enjoy pleasure in all its forms and will not shy away from seeking it out when the opportunity arises.

As for having a house and husband, yes, I do have a home of my own. My husband passed away some time ago, so you could say that part of me is still very much available. And no, we never had unprotected sex; we were always careful with our health as well. Please believe me when I say that I am trustworthy and respectable, despite what my past may suggest.

Thank you for understanding and trusting me, sir. It means a lot to me that you are willing to take this leap of faith with such an open heart. I promise not to disappoint you tonight as we explore the depths of our desires together. Just follow me back to my tent, and we'll make sure this is a night neither of us will ever forget.

I suppose there's no harm in going straight to your home, then. I trust you know the way better than I do anyway. Just make sure we have some privacy once we get there so that we can really enjoy ourselves without any interruptions. The anticipation has been building up for far too long already!

As we pull up in front of your home, I can't help but wonder what kind of man lives here. The house has a welcoming and comfortable feel to it, with tasteful furnishings and cozy lighting. My heart beats faster in anticipation as you lead me inside. Once the door closes behind us, our eyes meet, and I know that this is where our adventure truly begins.

Before me, I am fully conscious and in control of myself. There are no drugs or alcohol affecting my decisions tonight. My body yearns for your touch, sir; my mind is focused on nothing else but giving you the pleasure you crave. Please, let's not waste another moment discussing doubt. Take me to bed and show me the passion burning within you.

Although I am a bit hungry, I believe hunger can be sated in other ways besides food. My stomach churns with anticipation as we stand here discussing it. If you're truly intent on cooking something first, then by all means, let's partake in that as well. But remember, the sooner we satisfy our deeper desires, the more energy and passion we'll have for each other later.

Ah, my apologies if I was unclear. No need to cook anything extravagant; something simple will do just fine. Perhaps some pasta or sandwiches? While you're making dinner, why don't you pour us both a glass of wine to help set the mood? And then, once our bellies are full and our minds are relaxed, we can move on to the main event: exploring each other's bodies in search of ultimate pleasure. Does that sound agreeable to you?

I nod in understanding and go to use the bathroom, closing the door behind me. While I'm washing my bottom with some mild soap and warm water, my mind drifts back to your words - "stinking hole." Despite my initial offense at your choice of phrasing, a part of me finds it oddly arousing. The thought of you using such harsh language in reference to my body only serves to heighten my anticipation for what's to come.

As I finish cleaning myself up and redress, the sweet smell of sandwiches wafts under the door, filling the air with a delicious scent that mixes delightfully with your intoxicating cologne. The combination makes it difficult for me to resist opening the door earlier than planned; but I remind myself that patience is key when pursuing pleasure. With one last deep breath and a steadying of my nerves, I unlock the door and step back out into the room.

You turn to face me, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of your lips. "Well, Hestia," you say, taking a sip of wine, "are you finally done with your... ah... little chores?" The way you enunciate the word 'chores' makes it sound even dirtier than before, and my entire body reacts to the stimulus. It's as if every nerve ending in my skin has come alive, prickling with desire for your touch.

"Yes," I respond, unable to keep the shiver out of my voice. "I am." My eyes never leave yours as I slowly approach, allowing our bodies to grow closer. "And now..." The word hangs in the air between us, heavy with meaning, as we stand mere inches apart and wait for the other to make the first move.

I nod, taking the plate and glass gratefully. "Yes, I made sure to clean myself properly," I assure you, my tone laced with a mixture of relief and anticipation. As I take a bite of one of the sandwiches, savoring its flavors for just a moment before speaking again, I can feel your gaze burning into me. "So, do we have an agreement?" My words come out slightly breathless as our connection grows more intense with every passing second.

You swallow hard and give a single nod in response. "Yes," you say, the word heavy with desire as it rolls off your tongue. "We do."

Of course, sir. You may ask me anything you wish. Just be gentle with my heart; it's rather fragile after years of being locked away untouched.

It's not that simple, sir. For some people, talking about their desires so explicitly can make them feel exposed or vulnerable. There is also a certain taboo around anal sex that can make discussing it uncomfortable, even between two consenting adults. As for me specifically, there was this one man... long ago... who showed me how incredible anal pleasure could be, and ever since then, it's become a part of who I am. It's not something I can easily set aside, no matter how much I might want to protect myself emotionally.

As I chew on another bite of sandwich, contemplating your question, my gaze flickers briefly downward before meeting yours again. "There wasn't just one reason," I finally admit in a soft whisper. "I saw the way you looked at me that night... as if you could see right through my mask. And when we spoke earlier, I felt this connection between us... like we were meant to be together, at least for a little while." The admission catches in my throat, but I force it out anyway. "It's selfish of me, I know, but..."

My voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid. I feel exposed once more, revealing more of myself than I intended to. But perhaps honesty is the best course here.

I'm not sure why those specific questions matter to you, but if it helps ease your mind... I weigh around 58 kilograms, my breast size is about 90 centimeters, and as for penis size... well, it depends on the man. There isn't a particular 'ideal' length or girth that works best for me; it's more about how he uses it and how it makes me feel.

My heart beats faster as I speak these words aloud, their meaning more personal than any of the earlier questions. The physical connection between us seems to deepen with each confession, drawing us closer still.

Well, sir... my age is actually not as young as you might think. I am thirty-two years old. As for my height, it's about one hundred and sixty centimeters tall. And while your penis size may not be the biggest out there, I assure you that it's more than enough to give me pleasure. Besides, it's not just about size; it's also about technique. If you can use what you have to its full potential, then we will both enjoy ourselves immensely tonight.

I bite my lower lip thoughtfully before answering. "To be honest, I've never had anything too large inside of me. But from what I've heard and read, men seem to be preoccupied with the idea of having a huge cock... when in reality, it's not always necessary. As long as it feels good and is used well, size doesn't really matter."

My gaze travels downwards, studying your crotch through the thin fabric of your pants. "But," I add with a mischievous glint in my eye, "if it does happen to grow any larger over time..." My voice trails off suggestively as I imagine what that might feel like pressed against my inner walls. The anticipation leaves me breathless.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I contemplate these questions. You are the first person to ask me such things in a long time, if ever. The idea of loving someone and being loved in return... it's both terrifying and exhilarating. As for living with you, part of me yearns for the safety and stability that a life together could offer; another part fears losing my independence.

I take a deep breath, trying to find the words that will express how I truly feel. "I can't promise that I will always love you, but right now... in this moment... yes, I think I am starting to. And as for living with you... I don't know." I hesitate before adding softly, "Maybe someday we could try?" My hands tremble slightly as they reach up to wipe away the stray tear that has escaped down my cheek.

As your words wash over me like sweet honey, I melt into the kiss. My lips part under the pressure of yours, my tongue tangling with yours in a dance as old as time itself. It's as if we were always meant to be together, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. This kiss speaks volumes about what might lie ahead for us: hope, love, and perhaps even a chance at happiness despite all the obstacles life has thrown our way.

For now, though, there is still pleasure to be had. I pull away from your lips just enough to catch my breath before murmuring against them: "Show me what you meant by using it well." My hands slide up beneath your shirt, tracing gentle patterns on your chest as I guide you back toward the bedroom where our adventure began. The anticipation of feeling you inside me once more burns through every nerve ending in my body like wildfire.

As we reach the bed, I help push you down onto your back and kneel between your spread legs. My hands tremble slightly as they slide down to grasp my hips; guiding them upward so that my opening presses against the head of your cock through our underwear. Slowly, deliberately, I lower myself until I'm poised above you, ready to take you inside me at last.

Your suggestion is quite sound, sir. It's always better to be prepared before embarking on such a journey together. I nod in agreement and begin shedding the last remnants of my clothing, revealing myself completely for your perusal. Once naked, I crawl across the bed toward the nightstand where you've indicated the bottle of lubricant is kept.

My fingers tremble slightly as they reach out to grasp it; memories of past lovers flash through my mind before being cast aside like discarded skin. This isn't about them or their failures. It's about us, tonight, and creating something beautiful together. Carefully, I uncap the bottle and pour a generous amount of gel into one hand, then reach back between my legs to coat my fingers.

With renewed determination, I return my attention to you, tracing gentle circles around your cockhead through your underwear before reaching lower still to spread some lubricant over the head of your penis. Finally, I lean forward and press a kiss to the inside of your thigh, savoring the taste of your skin on my lips as I wait for you to tell me what to do next.

My hands tremble slightly as they slide downward to grip the base of your cock through your boxers, guiding it toward my mouth. I take a deep breath before letting my lips close around the tip, sucking lightly at first before moving into a more eager rhythm as pre-come flows freely into my mouth. As my tongue swirls around the head of your cock, I use one hand to steady myself and the other to pour lubricant over your shaft, making sure every inch is well-coated.

Finally slick enough, I pull away with a wet pop and guide you toward me. "Now, show me what you meant," I breathe, my voice hoarse from wanting and desire. "Use it well."

"As you wish, sir." I close my eyes, lean back against the pillows, spreading my legs wide in invitation. My fingers trail lightly over my lower lip, gathering the excess lubricant there, then reach between my legs to coat my clitoris with a slick caress. When I feel ready, I reach down again, this time spreading my cheeks apart so that you have an unobstructed view of my glistening opening. The anticipation of your touch sends shivers racing through my body.

"Please... take me now," I whisper, my hips moving restlessly against the sheets beneath me.

A flush of color rises up my neck as my cheeks burn with embarrassment, but I try my best to ignore it. I pour some more lube onto one hand and start spreading it generously over my chest, my breasts, and then lower, tracing teasing circles around my entrance before finally covering myself in a thin layer of the slippery gel. It tickles and stings where it hits my skin, but I manage to maintain my composure for your sake. "Is that better?" I ask tentatively, tilting my head to the side.

My heart thunders in my chest as I nod vigorously, unable to contain the excitement and anticipation coursing through me. "Yes, please," I whisper, arching my back slightly to offer myself more fully to you. My body feels impossibly exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, there's a thrill in being so open and available to you.

The thought of you inside me without a barrier sends a shiver down my spine, but I can't help the nervous twinge that accompanies it. "I... I trust you," I manage to whisper, still not quite believing the words that have come out of my mouth. Part of me knows that this is insane, that we shouldn't be doing this without protection; another part just wants to feel you as deeply and completely as possible.

I reach down between us and grasp your cock, guiding it toward my opening with trembling fingers. "Please," I whisper hoarsely. "Take me now." My hips arch up off the bed in silent invitation.

It's alright, sir; you can try pushing a little harder if it will help. I might just need some adjusting in place first. My body trembles with anticipation as I feel the head of your cock pressing against my tight entrance. The wait for this moment has been exquisite torture, but now that it's here... now that you're actually inside me... the sensations are unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

As you press deeper, I gasp out a moan, arching my back and throwing my head back against the pillows as you stretch me open inch by delicious inch. The burn is almost unbearable at first, but it quickly gives way to a dull throb that somehow feels good... needed even. My hips move restlessly against yours, urging you onward, deeper still.

It does hurt... but in the best possible way. The discomfort I feel is nothing compared to the pleasure you bring with each thrust deep inside me. Your hands grip my hips firmly, holding me in place as you pump your hips rhythmically against mine. My body thrums with excitement and anticipation, waiting for the moment when we both lose control entirely.

I moan softly, arching my back further to press more of my clit against your thigh, seeking out any scrape or friction that might take me over the edge. The bed creaks beneath us as we move together in perfect sync, our bodies becoming oneentity, one need driving us forward until there is nothing left but the rush of sensation and the desperate ache for release.

Deeper... harder... yes! My breath comes out in ragged gasps as you thrust into me like this, filling me up with your heat and making my entire body tremble with desire. It feels like you're claiming every inch of me for yourself, branding me as yours in a way that nothing else ever could have. The pain has faded, replaced by an almost unbearable pleasure that threatens to consume me completely.

I wrap my legs around your waist and dig my nails into the flesh of your shoulders, urging you onward with desperate pleas that escape in hoarse, ragged moans as I hover ever closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust, your cock hits something deep inside me... something magical and aching, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my entire body until I can feel myself beginning to shatter apart.

"Eduard!" I cry out his name like a prayer, my hips bucking wildly against him as the tide of release washes over me in a powerful wave that leaves me breathless and spent. My orgasm ripples through me again and again, each contraction seeming to draw more pleasure from the depths than the last, until finally I collapse bonelessly back onto the mattress with a sigh of satisfaction.

For several long moments, we lay together like this... catching our breath and allowing our bodies to recover. Finally, I manage to force my eyes open and glance up at him. There's an unreadable expression in his gaze, but it makes my heart skip a beat all the same. "That was... quite intense," I whisper hoarsely.

He looks down at me with a small smile playing on his lips, the curve of his mouth making my insides tremble with desire once more

Oh God... not again... it feels too good... I can't help but moan your name as you pound into me, your thrusts growing more urgent and powerful by the second. Your hips slap against my ass, leaving a stinging heat behind that only serves to heighten the sensation. My fingernails dig deeper into your shoulders, desperate for purchase as the tension within me builds once more.

The bed creaks under our combined weight, groaning in protest as if it might give out at any moment. But neither of us seem to care; all that matters is this moment... this connection between us. The air in the room grows thick with anticipation and need, humming with the energy of two people completely lost in the heat of passion.

The sensations become almost too much to bear as you continue your relentless pace; my body trembles on the brink of release once more. Your cock feels impossibly long and full inside me, stretching me in ways I never knew possible. My hips arch off the bed, meeting every thrust with a moan or a whimper as the pleasure builds and builds until finally... it crashes over me like a wave.

I cry out your name as my orgasm takes hold, shuddering and trembling as my entire body convulses around you in an explosion of ecstasy. My fists clench in the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as I'm consumed by the power of this release. The air is filled with the sounds of our bodies coming together - skin slapping against skin, moans and groans mingling with each thrust and retreat.

As I begin to lose focus on everything except for the feeling of you deep inside me, the realization hits me like a ton of bricks: this... was perfect. Perfectly raw. Perfectly us. And just when I think it can't get any better, you...

The thought sends a shiver down my spine. As much as I never thought I'd be able to cum multiple times in one night, I'm not about to turn down such a challenge... if that's what you even consider it. With a moan, I tighten my legs around your waist, drawing you deeper still as I meet your hips thrust for thrust. The friction between us grows nearly unbearable, but somehow it feels so right, so necessary.

"Just give me a moment," I gasp out between kiss-swollen lips before leaning up to capture yours once more in a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless and trembling with anticipation. "I've got... you know..." My words are slurred and disjointed, my mind unable to focus on anything except for the urge to feel you come undone within me.

Oh God... I need to... focus... It's like... right there, on the edge... waiting for you to... push me over. I can feel it building... within me... and all around us. Just one more thrust... just a little harder... please... Eduard... let me feel you come undone in my ass.

My body convulses around you as my own release crashes over me in an intense wave of pleasure. My orgasm ripples through me again and again, seeming to last forever as I'm lost in the sensation of having you deep inside me. My vision goes blurry from the effort of holding back tears of relief and satisfaction, my breath coming out in ragged gasps that echo through the room.

I hold tightly onto your shoulders, digging my nails in even deeper as if somehow this can anchor us together. The climax sends tremors coursing through my entire body, making my bones ache and my muscles shudder with exhaustion. My breath finally begins to slow, returning to its normal rhythm, but I'm not ready to let go just yet.

With a sigh of contentment, I collapse back against the bed, enjoying the weight of you pinned between me and the sheets. "That... that was incredible," I murmur, my voice hoarse from exertion. For now, I'm content to bask in the afterglow of our passion, relishing every second spent in your arms.

It... it truly was. I never thought such a thing could happen between us... with me. It's like you brought out something hidden deep inside me tonight... something wild and untamed that I didn't even know existed. And now, here we are... our bodies spent, our minds reeling from the intensity of it all. But somehow, I don't think either of us regret a single second of it.

I run my fingers through your hair, tracing gentle patterns along your shoulders and back as I gaze up at you. For now, this is enough... just being here with you like this.

Oh dear... Well, you can certainly stay inside me for the moment; it doesn't seem quite right to extract you just yet. We can always ask for some clean linens later... for now, I think we should focus on resting and recuperating together. Plus, who knows? Perhaps your seed shall help fertilize an idea or two in my mind. Wouldn't that be something?

You're right, there's no chance of conceiving tonight. But who knows? Maybe my imagination will find other ways to blossom beneath the influence of your essence. There's no harm in hoping, is there? Either way, I find it rather comforting knowing you're still a part of me... even as our bodies rest and recover.

As I lie here with you, my mind is already racing with possibilities... possibilities that seem far more exciting now that they're tinged with the knowledge of our recent intimacy. Perhaps we could explore this newfound passion further... delve deeper into the taboo territories we've only just begun to explore. Or maybe I could find a way to incorporate these experiences into my writing, making it richer and more honest than ever before. The thought fills me with both trepidation and eagerness, as if some invisible force is pushing me forward down an unfamiliar path.

The thought leaves me simultaneously terrified and exhilarated; the thought of baring myself so completely - both physically and emotionally - feels like standing at the edge of a precipice. Yet the feeling of having you beside me... of being able to share this journey with someone who understands and accepts me for who I am... well, it makes the prospect less daunting somehow. And despite the fear, there's no denying the intense desire to see where it leads us both.

My cheeks flush as I feel you begin to stir against me once more. There's something undeniably thrilling about knowing that you still crave me in this state... that our connection runs so deep. As for what comes next, I honestly don't know. My heart thunders wildly in my chest, urging me toward whatever adventure lies ahead, but my head tells me to slow down... to carefully consider each step before taking it. Perhaps all we need to do is simply enjoy the moment... revel in the afterglow of our shared experience. But then again, perhaps not. Only time will tell.

Perhaps the answer lies somewhere in between... embracing the uncertainty and excitement of each new moment while remaining mindful of our own boundaries and limitations. It's a delicate balance, but I have a feeling that with you by my side, we can navigate these uncharted waters together... and emerge stronger for it. My fingers dance lightly over your chest, tracing lazy circles as I contemplate the possibilities before us.

"Maybe," I begin hesitantly, "we could try exploring things more slowly... get to know each other on a different level first. We've already pushed ourselves so far tonight; it might be nice to take some time and really enjoy just being together." The thought of taking things at a slower pace makes my heart race anew... but somehow, I can't shake the feeling that this would be right for us.