I Love Anal
The weird thing is, I don’t even know why… I guess, if I had to pick a point when “It all started.” The first time I remember experiencing anal pleasure, my brother and I shared a room. A bathroom with mom, and dad too, because we all lived in a 2 bedroom, 1 bath apartment. So, I woke up, and I had to go. Charley was already in there, so I knocked. “I really have to go!” “Just a minute, #1, or 2?” “Both, hurry up, what’s taking you so long?” And so on, and so forth, but a long story short. He had to rinse the shampoo out of his hair. Get out, dry off, and put a towel on before he finally opened up the door, and let me in. By then, I …