Pricks I Have Known: No. 6, The Anal-Fixator
The Anal Fixator plans his conquest in minute detail. No inelegant and clumsy thrusting for this creature, but a detailed, lubricated and effortless plan of attack. Obviously the Anal Fixator would prefer his rectum nicely oiled up and relaxed by excessive alcohol intake, but a sober victim presents no palpable form of resistance such that the Master of the Anus cannot overcome.
His trick lies in the process of seduction. The Anal Fixator, unbeknown to the female of the species, has had the express objective of sticking-it-up-there all along, yet will profess, upon first bringing up the issue, that this is 'his first time', and thus, by extension, a 'special' form of intimacy that can only function to bring both of you closer together, as a loving, trusting, albeit faecal-obsessed, couple.
There is a pattern to his conquest, a delicate weaving together of mind, body and anus which demands from him the utmost concentration. The Anal Fixator is a devious little puppy. First the little finger is employed at the height of orgasm. The female victim thus begins to associate digit + orifice = pleasure, until the equation becomes indistinguishable. The little finger will gradually progress to the larger index. Patience is of the essence at this stage, and a mistimed introduction to the penis-up-the-butt could ruin the tenuous connection he has so immaculately established. With the concentration of a Yogi, the Anal-Fixator bides his time. It is only after he has lulled his partner into a sense of unshakeable security, with spooning, long talks about existential angst and beer, plus a gift of his favorite boxer shorts, that the Anal-Fixator will pounce, and...
Stick It Up.
Mr Anal Fixator, the purveyor of all anal-knowledge on my previous blog, I am not entirely acquainted with you, but I feel, strangely, as if I know you. I profess that the prospect of my waste products revisiting me via a different orifice to that which they exited, on a carrier which can be appropriately labelled 'your tiny penis', does not immediately make me wet and dripping with lust. I would like to decline the offer of friendship and too-much-information you so charitably shared with us all, and tell you to fuck right off.
But having said that, there are some girls out there who like assholes like you. Go get 'em cowboy.
His trick lies in the process of seduction. The Anal Fixator, unbeknown to the female of the species, has had the express objective of sticking-it-up-there all along, yet will profess, upon first bringing up the issue, that this is 'his first time', and thus, by extension, a 'special' form of intimacy that can only function to bring both of you closer together, as a loving, trusting, albeit faecal-obsessed, couple.
There is a pattern to his conquest, a delicate weaving together of mind, body and anus which demands from him the utmost concentration. The Anal Fixator is a devious little puppy. First the little finger is employed at the height of orgasm. The female victim thus begins to associate digit + orifice = pleasure, until the equation becomes indistinguishable. The little finger will gradually progress to the larger index. Patience is of the essence at this stage, and a mistimed introduction to the penis-up-the-butt could ruin the tenuous connection he has so immaculately established. With the concentration of a Yogi, the Anal-Fixator bides his time. It is only after he has lulled his partner into a sense of unshakeable security, with spooning, long talks about existential angst and beer, plus a gift of his favorite boxer shorts, that the Anal-Fixator will pounce, and...
Stick It Up.
Mr Anal Fixator, the purveyor of all anal-knowledge on my previous blog, I am not entirely acquainted with you, but I feel, strangely, as if I know you. I profess that the prospect of my waste products revisiting me via a different orifice to that which they exited, on a carrier which can be appropriately labelled 'your tiny penis', does not immediately make me wet and dripping with lust. I would like to decline the offer of friendship and too-much-information you so charitably shared with us all, and tell you to fuck right off.
But having said that, there are some girls out there who like assholes like you. Go get 'em cowboy.
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