My anal worship fantasy started with a confession. We were on the couch, half watching a movie, half pretending we weren’t both distracted. His hand rested on my thigh, but he wasn’t really touching me. He was thinking. I could feel it. The tension in his fingers gave him away. “What?” I asked, turning my head slightly. He hesitated. That hesitation told me everything. “It’s stupid,” he said quietly.
I shifted so I was facing him fully, tucking one leg under me. “Try me.” His jaw tightened before he finally said it. “I think about you… a lot. About your ass. About what I’d do if you actually let me take my time with it.” There it was. Not crude or rushed. And of course, not some sloppy demand. Just hunger wrapped in restraint. The air changed between us. I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I stood up slowly and walked toward the bedroom without looking back. I knew he’d follow. He always did when curiosity outweighed his nerves.
Inside the room, I turned on the lamp by the bed. Soft light. Warm. I let my fingers trail down the zipper of my dress as I looked at him over my shoulder. “You think about it?” I asked softly. He nodded. “How?” He swallowed. “Slow. Like it’s something I have to earn.” That answer sent heat straight through me. My anal worship fantasy had never been about roughness. It was about devotion. It was about being wanted so intensely that someone would take their time just to appreciate me.
I let the dress fall. His breath caught. I walked to the edge of the bed and leaned forward slightly, resting my hands on the mattress. The silence stretched, thick and electric. He stepped closer, but carefully. Almost cautiously. “I don’t want to mess it up,” he murmured. The honesty in his voice made me smile. “You won’t,” I said. “Not if you’re patient.” He reached out, barely touching me at first. Just the faintest brush of his fingertips along my hips. The contact was light, almost reverent. It made my skin prickle.
“Is this what you imagine?” I asked. “Worse,” he whispered. “Better.” I felt his hands settle more confidently now, sliding lower, exploring slowly like he was mapping something sacred. He didn’t rush. The restraint drove me crazy. I glanced back at him. His expression wasn’t lust-blind or frantic. It was focused. Devoted. Like he couldn’t believe I was letting him this close. That look made my pulse pound.
My anal worship fantasy wasn’t about being used. It was about being admired. About watching someone lose control because they wanted to do everything right. He lowered himself slowly. The shift in height made my breath hitch. I felt the warmth of him behind me, closer now, intentional. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly. “So are you.” His hands steadied against my thighs. He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wanted to. I didn’t. Instead, I arched slightly, inviting him closer without words. My orgasm control was impeccable!
The first press of his lips wasn’t greedy. It was careful. Testing. As if he expected me to stop him. I didn’t. Instead, I let out a slow exhale and tangled my fingers in the sheets. The sensation of being approached like something precious sent a rush through my body. Every small movement felt amplified. He took his time. Soft kisses. Slow breaths. His hands roaming gently, never breaking that quiet, focused energy. The slower he moved, the more undone I felt.
“Hailey,” he breathed, like my name tasted good. That did it. I turned slightly and reached back, sliding my fingers into his hair. Not to pull. Just to hold him there. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. I laughed softly. “And you finally said it.” I said. “I couldn’t keep it in anymore.” That confession thrilled me almost as much as his touch.
Because that’s the truth about my anal worship fantasy. It isn’t just physical. It’s the build-up. The secrecy. The way someone carries that desire quietly until it spills out in the most vulnerable way. He didn’t rush even when I started breathing harder. Somehow, he didn’t lose control when my hips pressed back slightly. He stayed patient. Intentional. And that patience made me melt, hell, its why I love anal phone sex so much. Eventually, I turned fully to face him and pulled him up to kiss me. His lips were warm, slow, still reverent. I could feel how badly he wanted more, but he waited for my signal.
When I finally whispered, “You can keep going,” his composure cracked just a little. And that was exactly what I wanted.
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Aileen~ Awesome as Usual!
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On our latest call Aileen deemed me to be Her sickest disciple, after previously telling me I am the most pathetic. I am so honored to be Her sickest most pathetic disciple. Aileen has brought me so far. I love ❤️ and worship Her and pray that our journey continues forever. Aileen rules!
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I feel Mistress Megan is in charge even when not online. I’m her slave.
Megan is extremely open minded. Plays along with even the most taboo fantasies. Close your eyes and enjoy!
Jamie has gotten insanely popular, so she is often “busy” or “offline,” but a call with her is well worth the wait. Sweet, attentive, and often funny as well as dirty, she has raised my fantasy role-play into something hotter than I ever imagined it could be.
