The Night I Learned to Enjoy Anal Sex

It all started with a direct message, the kind you receive and almost always ignore.

I had uploaded a photo to my stories: me in profile in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing a bikini and posing so the curve of my waist and my ass would show clearly. That same night, I received a message that, instead of the usual empty compliments, genuinely made me laugh.

“If that bikini could talk, it would be asking for reinforcements right now. Should I rescue it, or should we let it suffer a little longer?”

I replied, and from there we didn’t stop. At first there were ordinary photos, long conversations, things about life. He wasn’t the gym guy with the sculpted body one expects; he was an ordinary man, but with a quick mind and a sense of humor that disarmed me. Cultured, witty, and with a spark that felt hot even between innocent lines.

Little by little, the tone began to change. He started talking about my body more and more directly, and then openly dirty. I liked that he dared to. When he commented on what my breasts and ass did to him, or described how he imagined touching me, I felt a heat that wouldn’t leave me alone. He made me feel desired and a little wicked, and I played along without thinking twice.

We lived in the same city. I started calling him “Demon,” because every message from him tempted me a little more and made me sin through imagination alone.

***

One night, the conversation spilled over.

“I can’t take it anymore, Camila,” he wrote. “If I had you in front of me right now, I’d take that dress off you and press you against the wall. I’d grab your breasts with both hands while I kissed your neck.”

“Mmm, I love the sound of that,” I replied. “And then what, Demon?”

“Then I’d pull down your underwear and put two fingers deep inside you while I bit your shoulder. I want to feel how wet you get for me.”

“I’m already wet just from reading you,” I typed, my pulse racing.

I sent him several photos: first of my breasts, then one of me from behind in a thong, and finally a short video of me touching myself slowly, holding back a moan so it wouldn’t be heard elsewhere in the house.

“Fuck, Camila… you’re killing me. And that ass… I want to spank it while I have you on all fours. Look what you’ve made me do.”

He sent me a photo of himself. He was hard, thick, about eighteen centimeters long, completely shaved. I stared at the screen for a long while, feeling myself getting even more aroused.

“God…” I wrote. “It makes me want to get on my knees and take the whole thing in my mouth.”

“That’s what I want to see you do. And afterward I’m going to put you on all fours and fuck your ass. That ass deserves to be worked properly.”

When he mentioned anal, something tightened in my stomach. I had tried it a couple of times in my life and had never felt anything good, only discomfort and the urge for it to end as soon as possible. But the chemistry between us was so strong, and his words turned me on so much, that I didn’t say no.

“I’m a little scared,” I confessed, “but it’s turning me on so much that you want it.”

“Relax. I’ll prepare you slowly. I’ll lick you until you’re the one begging me to put it in. I want to hear you while I open you up little by little.”

We went on like that for quite a while, each message more explicit than the last. I sent him more photos, and he replied by describing in detail everything he planned to do to me. While I touched myself reading his words, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to make each of those phrases real.

Until, one night, he wrote what was inevitable.

“I’m tired of imagining it, Camila. Let’s get together. I want to do everything I tell you, in person. This weekend?”

“Yes,” I replied, without hesitating as much as I had expected. “Saturday?”

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up.”

***

Saturday arrived. I showered leisurely, put on perfume, and slipped into a tight, short red dress with a neckline that left little to the imagination. Underneath, just a matching thong and nothing else. I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw: the fabric outlined every curve.

He let me know he was downstairs. I went down with my heart pounding against my chest. There he was, leaning against his car, and we both laughed from sheer nervousness as we greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek.

“You look… incredible,” he said, looking me up and down. “That dress is dangerous.”

He opened the door for me and we went to a quiet bar. At first we talked about anything and everything, laughed, and got to know each other in person after so many screens between us. But by the second drink, the tone was rising again.

He moved a little closer, wearing half a smile.

“Ever since I saw that photo of you from behind, I haven’t stopped imagining you on all fours.”

I blushed but didn’t look away.

“You really are a demon,” I replied. “I’m still a little scared about the anal… but you’ve made me very curious.”

He gave a low laugh and looked directly into my eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’ll prepare you until you’re begging me. I want to hear you while I open you up slowly.”

I felt a heat rise through my whole body. We remained silent for a second, looking at each other.

“Shall we go now?” he said, lowering his voice. “Because if you keep looking at me like that, I don’t know how much longer I can keep behaving myself.”

***

We left the bar and got into the car. As soon as he started driving, I leaned toward him and began stroking him through his pants. I felt him slowly hardening beneath my hand.

“Camila…” he murmured, gripping the steering wheel. “If you keep that up, I won’t make it to the hotel.”

I smiled and kept going, feeling the fabric pressing against my palm.

We arrived. As soon as we entered the room, the lights were dim and music was playing in the background. We kissed hungrily, our tongues and hands roaming over each other without restraint. Suddenly he pulled back a little, his voice hoarse.

“Dance for me. I want to watch you while you take your clothes off.”

I loved the request. I began moving to the rhythm of the music, slowly sliding off my red dress and letting it fall to the floor. I was left wearing only the thong. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me as if I were the only thing in the world.

I came closer, turned around, and wiggled my ass near his face. Then I turned back, spread my legs in front of him, and began touching myself slowly without taking my eyes off him.

“Look at how you touch yourself for me,” he growled, squeezing himself through his pants. “You must already be soaked.”

“I’m wet for you,” I replied, panting. “Do you like seeing me like this?”

“I love it. Take that off and keep going.”

I took off my thong and continued, sliding in one finger while moaning softly. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Come here. Get on your knees.”

I knelt between his legs, pulled down his pants, and took him in my hand. I licked him from the base, slowly, and then put him in my mouth. I sucked him eagerly, moving my head and letting saliva drip.

“That’s it… what a mouth you have,” he panted, gripping my hair. “Deeper.”

I did as he asked, taking him all the way in, my eyes filling with tears and my chin drenched. I pulled him out, put him back in, slapped him against my cheeks and breasts. It aroused me to feel him so hard and hot, to hear him talk to me that way.

“You like being treated like this, don’t you?” he murmured.

“I love it,” I moaned, looking up at him.

***

He couldn’t hold back any longer. He lifted me, tossed me onto the bed, and spread my legs. He knelt between them and began licking me hungrily, his tongue tracing circles over my clitoris, moving lower, going inside.

“Oh, Demon… that feels so good,” I moaned, arching my back.

He didn’t stop there. He lifted my legs, spread my ass cheeks, and ran his tongue over my back entrance. He licked my ass slowly, in circles, while two fingers worked me in front.

“Yes… keep going,” I moaned, trembling. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“This ass was made for this,” he said, his voice breaking. “Tight, delicious… I love it.”

He alternated between the two until I didn’t even know my own name. Then he turned me over and put me on all fours. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me from the front with one deep push.

“Ah!” I screamed when he filled me completely.

He began moving hard, with long thrusts. The sound of his body against mine filled the room.

“Push back against me,” he growled. “That’s it.”

“Yes, Demon! Harder!” I moaned, pushing my ass back to receive every thrust.

He slapped me while he fucked me. After a while he stopped, turned me over, and focused on my backside again. He licked me more intensely, inserted one finger, then two, opening me slowly and preparing me.

“You’re relaxing,” he murmured against my skin. “You can feel yourself opening.”

I moaned uncontrollably, noticing myself yielding beneath his saliva. Suddenly he stopped, slapped me, and said in a firm voice:

“Tonight you’re going to learn to truly enjoy it.”

***

He put me on all fours again. He spat on himself and on my opening, then pressed forward slowly.

“Breathe. Push outward,” he ordered.

He pushed firmly but without rushing. I felt myself opening around his thickness. I moaned loudly when the head finally went all the way in.

“Ah… it hurts,” I said, my voice tense.

“Relax,” he murmured, advancing little by little. “Let it in.”

Centimeter by centimeter, he worked his way in until he reached the end. He began moving slowly at first, then with steady thrusts. At the beginning I felt only pressure and a burning sensation that made me clutch the sheets. But without realizing it, something began to change.

“What an ass…” he growled. “Feel how I’m filling you.”

The burning sensation began mingling with something else, something I had never felt before. I gripped the sheets tightly and moaned louder, this time not from discomfort.

Then he had me climb on top of him. I sat facing away, lowering myself slowly until he was completely inside me.

“Now you move,” he told me. “I want to watch you.”

I began moving up and down. The pleasure grew quickly, faster than I expected. I touched my clitoris while moving on top of him.

“God… yes,” I moaned, surprised at myself. “It feels… for the first time, I’m really enjoying it.”

He gripped my hips and began thrusting upward.

“Tell me what you feel.”

“I love it!” I shouted, moving faster. “You’re reaching so deep, and I like it far too much… don’t stop.”

My orgasm hit me suddenly, brutally, unexpectedly. It was the most intense of my entire life. My whole body shook, I clenched tightly around him, and I screamed without caring about anything.

“I’m coming…!” was all I managed to say.

He kept going until he finished too. He lifted me quickly, got me on my knees in front of him, and came across my breasts with a long groan.

***

When it was all over, I lay sprawled across the bed, exhausted and trying to catch my breath. Something had changed at the root. For the first time I had felt real pleasure from anal sex, and not just a little: an enormous amount.

We spent some time talking, still naked and sweaty, laughing about how intense it had been. I wiped myself with the sheet, and we chatted as if we had known each other all our lives.

Since that night, my best orgasms have come from there. All because of him, who earned his nickname and stopped being just a name on a screen. And since then I’ve had plenty of it, and plenty of tremendous finales.

Thank you, Demon, for showing me a world I thought I knew but didn’t know at all. Are you up for being the next one?