GCAVixens: Aftercare: Why I Missed His Touch

Lady Ana Anal

Lady Ana, Blueman Pic(s)

In the profound stillness that followed our intense session, a surprising sense of longing washed over me, a feeling I can only describe as missing the very touch that had just consumed me. The incredible connection with Blueman, a true artist of intense anal play, had left my body humming with the echoes of a powerful anal orgasm, a testament to his skill in pushing my limits. As Lady Ana, I have dedicated myself to exploring every facet of my sexuality, embracing the roles of an anal queen and a total slut who finds beauty in the most extreme acts, from ass fisting to the resulting gapes. The memory of that huge anal gape, a perfect, circular anal gape that felt like a badge of honor on my round, pear-shaped ass, was now a phantom sensation. Even the subsequent gape farts and the feeling of a farting anal creampie were visceral reminders of the fullness I had achieved, a state of being truly and wonderfully open. Our play had escalated to breathtaking heights, incorporating everything from my easy squirting to a shared passion for piss, making the entire experience a symphony of raw, unfiltered pleasure. The visual of my yummy asshole, transformed into what some might call a destroyed gape or a square anal gape, was a sight of profound beauty and personal triumph for this white girl. It’s in this vulnerable aftercare moment that you truly process the journey, from the initial penetration to the potential of a double fist and the awe of a prolapse. The physical evidence, that real ass stretched to its average anal gape or beyond, is a temporary monument to the trust and passion shared between partners. Yet, amidst this landscape of extreme sensation, the most poignant feeling was the absence of his presence, the simple human warmth that had guided me through the storm of pleasure, leaving me yearning for his return.