A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4 - Sex Stories

A Polaroid of Kristina, Part 4

... been a frequent fantasy of mine, for reasons I never understood, ever since I had heard of it. I nodded again, my cheeks feeling hotter than ever. “How do most of the scenes in these films end? Does the man usually ejaculate on his lover?” As she spoke, it occurred to me that she was speaking with prior knowledge of many typical porn scenes, which somehow managed to surprise me, even given the last two days. “And does any of this appeal to you in particular? I think I perhaps can guess, from your embarrassment.” This time I felt I had to speak. She had told me yesterday that a man states his desires. So I unsteadily managed to get a few words out. “I’ve always… thought that anal sex… looked really… sexy.” Then the words tumbled out of me faster, defensively. “I don’t know why. It’s not like I’ve ever done it. Obviously. It’s not like I’m obsessed with it. I just think it looks hot. So I’d be curious to try.” I made myself look at her as I spoke, even though it was very difficult. She betrayed no disgust at my confession. She met my gaze frankly and seriously, and answered me thoughtfully. “Michael, desires do not have to be justified. Therein lies misery and even madness. And even if they did need defending, there are many ways to justify that one. There is always the allure of the forbidden, the taboo. And even that ignores that the act, if done properly, is intensely pleasurable for both partners. I have always enjoyed it. You would like to have anal sex with me?” I wanted ...

... to stare at the floor and nod. Instead I met her friendly eyes, which as so often seemed to sparkle, and I said yes. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she asked, “You are saying that you would like to sodomize me?” Why was she asking me the same question again? I nodded once more. This time she had a hard time keeping from grinning more broadly as she asked, “You would like to fuck me in the ass with that big cock of yours?” I realized that she was teasing me, and all of a sudden I saw the funniness in her questions, and we both laughed. She was an expert at making me feel more comfortable. After we both stopped laughing, I managed to answer the question. I replied, “Yes,” with much more confidence than before. She turned serious again, and said, “I would very much like this as well. But… could you stand up in front of me?” I did as she asked, but she instructed, “No, closer, your feet on either side of my hips.” She was still sitting on the floor, leaning back against the couch. I did as she requested, and she surprised me by leaning forward and pulling my shorts and boxers down my hips. She looked at my penis for a moment, and then took it in her hand, pensively, almost as if measuring it or weighing it. It started to stiffen in her grasp. Unselfconsciously she gave it a tender kiss on the head. “Michael, I would very much like to do this with you, and we shall, I promise. However we cannot today. I do not have the necessary lubrication. If you were not so large, I feel ...