Anal Fantasy – The First Time I Let Him Take Control

Fuck My Ass

I’d been thinking about this one anal fantasy for weeks before I ever said it out loud. Not sure why it got stuck in my head. Just this craving for something slower. Deeper. Not the usual pounding or sloppy hookup energy. Something… intimate, but filthy as hell. The kind where your legs start shaking before he even gets inside.

We weren’t dating. Not officially. But he’d been over a few times. We fucked once on the couch while a movie played. Another time in the kitchen, bent over the counter with a hand in my hair. Always good. Always fast. But I wanted more. Needed more for my anal fantasy. So I told him. Texted him, actually. Something like “wanna try something with me? something kinda dirty.” He replied, “Always.”

I had ginger in the fridge from a figging session the week before. Didn’t even bring it up this time I wanted something different. The kind of anal fantasy where it’s not just pain or pressure. It’s giving up control. Letting someone take their time.

My Anal Fantasy

I told him to lube me up and make me wait. And he did. He told me to lie on my side, knees up. Poured the lube straight onto my asshole. Cold at first. I flinched. He just rubbed it in with two fingers, slow circles, barely teasing. He didn’t even try to fuck me at first. Just let me sit there, getting wetter, getting needier, his fingers brushing just enough to make my hips twitch. “You’re not ready for this anal fantasy” he said. Total tease. Smirking like he knew exactly what he was doing.

And he did. Fuck. He so did. It was the best kind of buildup. Like anal fantasy turned real, right in my damn bed. I was biting the sheets by the time he pushed one finger inside. And he made me say it. “Say what you want, baby.”

“My ass,” I breathed. “I want you in my ass.” God. That still makes me wet remembering it. He didn’t rush my anal fantasy. He pushed in slow. So fucking slow. Every inch made me moan louder. I felt so full. Stretched. Totally raw and open and his. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him harder. Deeper. The kind of rhythm that messes you up. Makes you forget how to breathe.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Over and over. And I was. I was fucking feral for it. That moment when he bottomed out? I swear my whole body clenched. Couldn’t even touch my clit I would’ve cum instantly. There’s something so stupidly hot about being taken like that. Not fast. Not rough. Just owned. Like your body’s only job is to take it and take it well. In my anal fantasy I told him I wanted to cum like that. No hands. Just from his cock in my ass. I don’t know if it was the pressure or the angle or just the fact I was already on edge but I did. Hard. Shaking. Eyes rolling back. Fucked-out and wrecked.

He collapsed next to me, panting, and I just laughed. “Told you I had a thing for anal.” He kissed my shoulder and said, “Yeah, I figured that out around the third moan you had a true anal fantasy.” Later, he asked if I’d ever done anal phone sex I told him yeah more times than I could count. But never like that.

That was something else. That was an anal fantasy that actually lived up to the hype. And yeah. I think about it way too much. Sometimes when I’m alone. Sometimes when I’m writing this. Or when I find myself scrolling for new ideas that scratch the same itch… Ideas even filthier than figging. Because if there’s one thing I know about myself? I’m always chasing the next anal fantasy. And when I find it? You’ll be the first to hear about it.

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