I fell in fervor analistically at nineteen, my first sodomy adventure.

Bonne journée, pervers cette-ci ma darling fans! Today, I’m taking you on a wild, filthy ride through my most cherished memory of my 19e année: my very first anal love, or as the French so delicately put it, “t’aime dans le cul”. I was but an innocent 18 ans, a mere amateur in the world of carnal pleasures. But boy, oh boy, was I about to be initiated into the deepest, darkest depths of sex.

The Scene

The air was thick with anticipation as I entered that dimly lit, clandestine den of iniquity. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of love and sweat, a heady perfume that only the truly depraved could appreciate. My heart raced as I surveyed the room, my eyes locked on her: la belle amatrice francaise, a vision of pure, filthy beauty. Her dark locks cascaded down her back like a mane, her radiant eyes gleaming with lust and program.

The Preparation

She approached me, her every move a study in grace and seduction. She whispered in my ear, her voice like velvet, “Tu es prêt, mon cher? Tu veux prendre ton premier sodomie?” My breath hitched in my throat as she ran her fingers over my bulging croupe, her touch setting my body on fire. I nodded, unable to find the words to express my excitement. She led me to the bed, where a variety of outils sexuels were laid out, waiting to be used. She spread my cheeks, her fingers lingering on my most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my body trembling with need. And then, she inserted the first finger, exploring my darkest reaches, preparing me for the main event.

The Act

As she worked her fingers in and out of me, I could feel my body responding, my muscles relaxing and opening up to her touch. I gasped as she added a second finger, then a third, stretching me further than I’d ever been before. I could barely contain my excitement as she reached for the dildo, its smooth, cold surface a stark contrast to the heat of her touch. She coated it in lubricant, her movements slow and deliberate. My breath hitched as she pressed it against my entrance, the head sliding in with a satisfying pop. She began to move it slowly, rhythmically, building up to a frenzied pace that left me breathless and begging for more.

The Climax

I could feel the tension building within me, my body taut with need. My eyes rolled back in my head as she whispered filthy, dirty things in my ear, her words a catalyst for the explosion of pleasure that was building within me. I could feel the pressure mounting, my body on the edge of release. And then, with one final, powerful thrust, I came, my ejaculation interne a sign of my utter submission to her. As I lay there, spent and sated, I knew that this was only the beginning. My first anal quest had opened up a whole new world of pleasure, and I was eager to explore every last inch of it. Until next time, my fellow perverts, this is Porn Addict Pete, signing off.

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