i’ve missed you. i hope that things in your corner of the world are pleasant. or at least tolerable.
it’s been a few months, but i’ve been productive. this particular piece was a challenge for me; it’s my first anal sex story.
why was it a challenge?
my personal experience with anal sex is practically non-existent. i never really took an interest in it. not because i thought it was forbidden or anything like that, it was just something i wasn’t interested in exploring.
actually there are many things i’ve not experienced in regards to sexual experiences, but when you aspire to be a better writer, like i am trying to do, you have to step out of your comfort zone. stretch your mental muscles and write something new so you don’t become predictable. when you become predictable, your readers lose interest. it can be scary. which is part of the reason it took me so long to get this story posted. i was in a battle, with myself (it was pretty epic; there were swords, a court jester, banners, and cotton candy) to get past something i had no interest in and think outside the box. not only did i have to step out of my comfort zone, i had to step out of my sexual comfort zone.
so i tried it, and it wasn’t as scary as i made it out to be. it was actually pretty enjoyable. if i want to expand, and i do, i have to push the envelope a little—this includes personal envelopes. it’s important to step out of that zone sometimes, because being there, cloaked in the safety of what you’re accustomed to can cause hesitation. at least it did in my case: there were many nights when i’d literally look at my purple notebook on the table, or on the floor and involve myself with something else with no thought of working on my story. why? because i was being stubborn. i’m not working on that tonight, i’m not even interested in anal sex, i can’t write that kind of story, i don’t even know if that’s sanitary! in case you’re curious, there is a process to the whole anal sex thing. there are some steps that need to be taken before experimenting; there is communicating, cleaning, lubing….you can’t just get back there and….invade normandy.
my muse and i had a talk. we read a lot of articles, looked at a lot of pictures for the sake of mechanics, and even after all that reading and viewing, i was still a little hesitant because i didn’t know how i was going to work in the “process” of it….and still make the story interesting.
i don’t know if i got it right my first time out, dear reader. but i tried my best and battle aside, i had fun doing it—stepping out of my comfort zone.
as always, i am grateful for the time that you take out of your day (or night) to read my humble blog. your feedback, good or bad, is always welcome. i do hope that you enjoy first in.
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome, and I don’t feel right when you’re gone away. —”Broken” by Seether.
It’s not easy being the other man. The sacrifice of broken dates, dinners gone uneaten, nights in bed alone. It took a lot of time and patience to adjust to and understand the absences. Gabriel could have asked Ariana to choose, but he didn’t. It’s what he signed up for, and he knew he’d be on the losing end of that request.
By definition, Ariana was married—to her job—as a firefighter. A second generation firefighter to be exact. They met at the post-race picnic of the firefighters’ fundraiser, the “All Fired Up 10K Run.” Gabriel was a volunteer at the event. Over beer and BBQ, they talked about the series of less than impressive blind dates they’d been on that went horribly wrong, exotic places they wanted to travel to, and songs they were ashamed to admit they loved. By the end of the picnic, Ariana had invited him to the annual pancake breakfast. “It’s five dollars a person for all-you-can eat pancakes, eggs, bacon, juice, and milk. There’ll be music and face painting, and the money will help various charities.”
“I don’t know,” he joked. “Five dollars is kinda steep.” Gabriel was decent looking in a mysterious way: Thick, dark hair pulled back into a casual ponytail, clean shaven, and a smile that could brighten anyone’s day.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Well the breakfast is free. We have some local organizations who donate food to us every year; the support from the community has been great. The five dollars is more of a donation. “
“I’ll be there.” he winked.
They didn’t see one another for months after the breakfast. But he couldn’t stop thinking about a certain firefighter with big, soulful eyes and plump, kissable lips. When he couldn’t resist the urge anymore, he stopped by the firehouse on an impulse and asked her out.
She said yes.
In fact, he found himself wanting to spend quite a bit of his spare time with her. They went to improv shows, the planetarium, and even visited a diner in his childhood neighborhood where they had an onion ring eating contest. He loved her personality. She loved the sparkle in his eyes. Their friendship developed into something more and a few short months later, they were officially dating.
Initially, one of the things Gabriel loved about Ariana’s work schedule was that not seeing her for long periods of time made their relationship seem new. He actually loved when she’d come home occasionally smelling of smoke, sharing her experiences of the run she was on. Or how the rookie was doing during training drills. He had come to enjoy, in a sense, the time alone. It gave him time to catch up on work projects and coach his little league soccer team without feeling like he was deserting her.
Gabriel proposed a year later. He was very supportive of her and her career, but as their relationship deepened, so did the loneliness—and the worry. How did you deal with those feelings? He must have asked himself that a million times.
The issue had finally come to a head. Ariana was home folding laundry when he decided to tell her.
“I need to talk to you.”
She expected a confession—something that he’d been keeping inside all this time. Something that consumed him with so much guilt that he had no choice but to admit his faults: She expected to hear that he’d been seeing another woman. “Okay,” she sighed, putting the laundry aside.
“I’m lonely. I’m only telling you because I want to be honest about my feelings.” Gabriel was very careful with his words. When you’re involved with a firefighter, a call could come in at any moment and he knew he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if the last words they exchanged were out of anger. If something were to happen to her in the line of duty and his final memory was a heated argument, he wouldn’t have been able to forgive or live with himself.
There wasn’t a day that went by that Ariana didn’t consider how her job affected him. Her job was stressful and unpredictable, but she couldn’t change who she was or what she did for a living. She assumed right away that the allure had worn off and the reality that he really wasn’t cut out for this life had hit him. An uncomfortable feeling overwhelmed her. “What do you want me to do, Gabe?” she asked, twisting her engagement ring around her finger. “I was a firefighter long before you met me.” The feeling that he was going to call the engagement off began to bear down on her.
“I know. I’m not asking you to give up your career. I want you to know how I feel. I want some understanding of the fact that I miss you and it kills me when you’re out there. It’s getting harder and harder to handle.”
She stopped twisting her ring. “Is that a threat?” If he was going to call this whole thing off, she wanted to know now.
“No,” he answered truthfully. “I would never consider leaving you or look to someone else to satisfy my needs. I just want to be honest; I’m miserable when you’re not here.”
A nod met his comment; Ariana knew he needed reassurance, but she didn’t know how to respond. She was appreciative that he was so open about his feelings. Relieved that they were still engaged, but afraid that the stress of her lifestyle had become too much for him. She feared that it would destroy their relationship.
Gabriel didn’t wait for a reply. He wasn’t really sure that he wanted one. He reached for his coat that hung on a wall-mounted coat rack by the door. “I’m going for a walk.”
It didn’t happen a lot—him leaving, but often enough that Ariana knew what “a walk” meant. Whenever their conversations hit a rocky area, he’d go to the bar around the corner for two beers and a signature sandwich made from their house-braised roast beef. When he left, he said I love you, but it did nothing to tame her emotions and stop that lump-like feeling from forming in her throat.
Gabriel returned two hours later expecting to find Ariana in a cold, angry mood. Instead he’d found the laundry neatly folded and his fiancee sleeping. After he showered, he walked lightly across the floor of the dimly lit bedroom; because of her job, Ariana was a light sleeper. Trying to curl in the bed without disturbing her, he’d barely pulled back the covers on his side when she woke abruptly. “It’s just me, sweetie,” he said, climbing in next to her.
She turned to face and kiss him. “You woke me up.”
“Am I in trouble?”
“No,” she said drowsily, tucking loose, wet strands of hair behind his ear.
“I’m sorry about earlier.”
Ariana quickly silenced him with a finger to his lips. In the time that Gabriel was gone, she thought about how they would resolve this in a way that they both would have some understanding and be comfortable. It was something that could be fixed, just not now. She pulled his face to hers and their lips met again; it was one of those seductive, slow-moving kisses that warmed him throughout. And aroused him.
In seconds, his frame was on top of hers. His lips moved and he was sucking and kissing the incline of her neck. He inhaled the delicate scent of her orchid blossom body wash, his masculine moans warm against her silky flesh as he lovingly pecked on her shoulder.
She held him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he kissed and licked her. Sighing heavily as his path continued and he made his way to her hard nipple, taking it in his mouth through the thin fabric of her tank top, then giving the opposite one the same attention.
His mouth moved lower until his head was nestled between her legs. His fingers lightly glided over the edges of her panties before he removed them, exposing her lower body. Pushing her legs apart, he brushed his lips along her inner thighs. He always loved her her skin: a smooth, desirable tone of dark brown. Including the two-inch scar on her left leg from trying to climb a metal fence when she was younger. Dropping his head, Gabriel licked along the soft petals of her outer lips and spread her pussy with his thumb. Her warm, hairless flesh opened for him and before she could blink, his finger slipped inside of her.
Pulling at the sheets, Ariana gasped quietly as he probed deeper: curling his middle finger up and against her sensitive spot. At the same time, she could feel him draw the hood of her clit into his mouth. When his tongue rolled around the hard nub she almost lost it, panting her approval. Each touch raw, uninhibited, and increasing her desire. The muscles of her pussy clenched, her fragrant juices flowed freely into his mouth, down his chin, and to her ass.
Gabriel kept his mouth firmly pressed to her for a while longer, lapping at her repeatedly, losing himself in the warmth of her womanhood as he satisfied her. He pushed her up a little, angling her hips to chase the wetness that moved to her perineum and made a throaty sound while his tongue explored the delicate nerve endings. This tease was followed by the gentle pressure of his finger at her anal opening.
Ariana’s breath quickened and she caught a fistful of his hair. They’d talked about anal sex before, and even though he never pressed the subject, she always thought there was something forbidden about it and wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with the idea.
But something overwhelmed her judgement. Whatever it was, it made her feel naughty; salacious. Without thinking, she said, “Don’t tease me like that unless you plan on fucking me there.”
Caught off guard, Gabriel lifted his head. “Really?”
“Really.” She heard him make the sexiest sound, then felt his tongue flatten against her mound. Lifting her pelvis to meet his lips, her body reveled at the feeling of his slow, skillful mouth and muffled groans.
His focus was totally on her, licking her core tenderly over and over again. Teasing her beautiful pussy with the tip of his tongue: extending, twisting, searching for the sensitive spots that left her body no choice but to squirm and hump against his mouth. Searching for the storm of her orgasm, but not yet wanting to expose it. And he kept going, pleasing every inch of her sex noisily with his mouth, pulling away every few seconds to hear her swearing silently. When he gently blew air across the delicate tissues of her ass, the cool air forced her whole body to jerk.
“Turn over, baby.” Gabriel instructed gently, finally moving off of her to remove his boxers.
Obliging, Ariana rolled over to a kneeling position and heard the sound of a flip-top cap being lifted. Heat radiated all over her. The needy place between her legs ached for his continued attention, but the anticipation of what was to come aroused her with excitement.
While Gabriel liberally coated his fingers and erection with the slippery gel, Ariana leaned forward putting the soft curve of her ass high in the air. A moment later, she felt the cool drizzle of lubricant and his finger slide down the cleft of her backside, circling and massaging her tight opening. The initial sensation made her stiffen a tiny bit, but the pulses that rippled through her thrilled her, pushing her closer to climax.
Positioned behind her, Gabriel licked his lips, pressing against her puckered opening a little more until his lubed finger was buried inside of her. Carefully moving it in and out, waiting a few seconds and evaluating her reaction before gently adding a second finger; the inner walls of her ass loosening with each slow push and pull. “Sweetie, if you want to stop, just tell me.”
Long, uncontrolled sounds left her lips. She winced at the breach of his digits and aimed her attention at relaxing. She didn’t want to stop. Pushing out a few breaths to release the tension, Ariana closed her eyes. Her fingers drifted between her legs and she willingly massaged herself. “Give me more.” Wet with need, she was ready for him and pushed against his hand.
After few more shallow strokes, he eased his fingers out of her. Her three-worded invitation made him tremble. Grunting, he eagerly wrapped his hand around his firm flesh and began slowly guiding the tip against her tight hole. He was painfully hard, and ached to be inside of her lovely body, stretching and filling her. He felt he was about to lose his self-control, but he didn’t rush.
Ariana felt some discomfort. Her brows furrowed and a strain came across her face when she felt the soft, bulbous head of his glans at her opening. She groaned in frustration and bit into her bottom lip as he continued pushing his thick organ inside of her.
Expectantly, there was some resistance at first, but Gabriel slowly and gently inched himself past that outer ring. Once the tight warmth of her ass accepted his full length, he paused. The transition from pain to pleasure felt so good that he just wanted to enjoy the snug pressure that surrounded him for a moment.
Feeling her anxieties dwindle away, Ariana moaned and deliberately pushed back against her fiancee. “Fuck.” Her voice was a warm, soft gasp. Her mind sent her the most confusing signals: She didn’t know if it hurt or if it felt good. But it only took seconds to decide that the sensation of being so helpless, so full of him, was an intense and intoxicating experience. Lowering her head, she tightened her jaw and a ragged sigh left her mouth.
Gabriel grunted and pulled at her hips. He seemed to know just what to do: Thrusting and withdrawing at a smooth, steady pace. Driving deeper within her taught, velvety depths. He loved the way her anal muscles clasped around his girth, pushing and pulling at the prominent veins along his shaft as he fucked her.
Barely supporting herself with one hand, Ariana vigorously rubbed her swollen clit, the sensation caused her to shake involuntarily. With her eyes tightly closed she lifted her head and whimpered constantly, throwing her weight back against Gabriel. She knew it wouldn’t be long before her body would command her, and she would have to answer with an explosive orgasm.
Gabriel seemed to know it too and reduced his pace. “Not yet, baby. I want to come with you.” He lifted her ass cheeks, spreading them farther apart. Slowly rocking his hips against her, he panted heavily. “Oh fuck. So good, so tight…fuck.” His controlled movements gradually increased; the strong in and out strokes were such an extraordinary feeling, but before long, the slow build-up would overcome the both of them.
“Fuck me. Don’t stop.” Noises came out of Ariana’s mouth as short, simple melodies of sensuous moans. She melted in the heat of passion, fondling her sensitive pearl with one hand, clawing at the bed with the other. Her muscles contracted in the most powerful way and within seconds, she erupted. The ecstasy of her orgasm sent her into the most delicious convulsions.
As her essence dribbled down the back of her thigh, Gabriel plunged harder and deeper, hissing and grunting her name. Loudly. On his last forceful push, his muscles tightened. He growled when emptied himself, his sticky fluid filling her ass. His dick, soaked with moisture, pulled out of her with a sucking sound. At that point, there were no words–only heavy breathing with what strength they had left before their perspired bodies collapsed on the bed.
It was just after five in the morning. Gabriel was awakened by the thump of helicopter blades and sirens. The hair on the back of his neck bristled; something was wrong.
Ariana was gone. He quickly turned on the television and watched the news.
An enormous fire was in progress at a high-rise apartment building. The conditions had gotten so dangerous, they called for two other departments to come in and help fight the fire, including Ariana’s department.
Gabriel watched as much of the coverage as he could. He dressed quickly, grabbed his car keys and ran out of the house. He arrived at the scene just before the roads in the neighborhood were closed off, and watched with a crowd of onlookers from across the street at a safe distance. Flames engulfed the building. Black, caustic smoke and embers billowed into the sky that could be seen from several blocks away. The sound of shouting and glass breaking could be heard. A few residents were seen in their windows screaming for help as emergency crew members used extension ladders to rescue them.
Gabriel’s heart raced with fear as he watched the flames rage through the structure. He tried so hard not to think the worst. The inferno seemed to grow out of control and consume everything so rapidly, he only hoped it didn’t consume Ariana too.
Nearly three hours later, firefighters tackled the fire and it was contained. News reporters on the scene said the cause of the fire was unknown, but that it appeared to have started on the north side of the complex, spread quickly throughout the building, and that some of the firefighters had to enter with oxygen tanks to evacuate residents that were inside. Two ambulances were sent to the scene and The Red Cross was called in to assist with those who were displaced.
Once all of the flames had been doused and the smolders no longer proved to be a risk, it was reported that three people had been rushed to the hospital to treat minor burns and difficulty breathing. Three firefighters were being treated on the scene for their injuries, but no lives were lost. Hearing this, Gabriel bolted across the street, looking frantically among the crew.
He was heading for the triage area when he saw it. The jacket with a familiar name sewn on the back in conspicuous, yellow letters: MORGAN. With tears in his eyes, he called out for her, pushing past anyone in his way.
Covered in soot, Ariana turned around immediately and ran to him. He held her in his heartening embrace. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
Reaching her arms around him, she squeezed him in a long, intimate hug that lasted for minutes. “I won’t.”
So how do you deal with the worry? You don’t. Worrying is natural and all you can do is pray for the crew and their safe return. It just became a part of his daily routine. Gabriel learned not to let those thoughts consume him because there was nothing he could do to change the situation. Ariana is a firefighter—a dedicated firefighter, putting her life on the line each time she went on a run. And after today, he couldn’t love or respect her more.