My First Anal Experience With My Ex-Boyfriend

It all started on a sunny afternoon, a few weeks after I'd broken up with my long-term boyfriend. I was feeling adventurous and a little wild, so when my ex-boyfriend, Mark, called and asked to meet up, I couldn't help but agree. We'd always had an incredible physical connection, and I think we were both curious and wanted to try something new.

I arrived at the coffee shop first and chose a cozy corner table, watching the door, feeling a fluttering in my stomach at the thought of seeing him again. It had been a while since we'd spoken, and the excitement of seeing his reaction when he saw me was a thrilling sensation. Mark walked in, and my heart skipped a beat. He looked hot, his dark hair neatly trimmed, and his eyes had that same mischievous glint I'd always loved.

We greeted each other with a cautious hug, our bodies hesitantly pressing together for a brief moment. The coffee shop buzzed around us, but all I could focus on was Mark's presence. We sat down, and small talk quickly turned into a deeper conversation as if we'd never been apart. Mark always had a way with words, and his charming, sincere nature had me opening up about my post-breakup feelings.

As I spoke, I felt his thigh press gently against mine, and the contact sent a shiver down my spine. My breath quickened, and I could feel the familiar pull of desire between my legs. Mark's eyes lowered to my lips, and he leaned in.

"I've thought about you every day since we parted ways. Your body has haunted my dreams, and I've missed the way you respond to my touch."

My skin tingled at his words, and I felt a wetness form between my legs. Mark's fingers trailed down my arm, and he gently took my hands.

"Let’s go somewhere else." His voice lowered suggestively, and my curiosity was piqued.

We left the coffee shop and walked side by side, the sun warming our skin. Mark led me to a beautiful hotel close by. It was a hidden gem, peaceful, serene and private.

He led me into his hotel room, and as soon as we walked in, Mark's lips found mine, and we kissed deeply, our tongues tangling in a familiar dance. His hands roamed my body, and mine did the same, exploring his broad chest and firm arms.

I felt Mark's erection press against my thigh, and he groaned as I ran my hand over his firm cock.

"I've wanted to do this so badly," he whispered, his breath hot on my neck. "Your body is so damn sexy."

I moaned as his lips trailed down my jawline and found the sensitive spot behind my ear. My hands wandered down his back, grasping his firm buttocks, and I pulled him closer. Mark's skilled fingers undid the button of my jeans, and he slipped them down my legs, leaving me in my panties. I could feel his smile against my skin as his hands appreciated the sight of my curvy hips and ass.

"You have no idea how much I've craved this," he murmured, running his nose along my panty-clad buttocks. I shuddered as his teeth gently nipped at my lower back, and his hands pulled my panties down my thighs.

Mark paused, gazing at me with lust-filled eyes, and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. I felt Mark's hard cock press against my anal entrance, and he slowly began to penetrate me. The sensation was incredible, his thick penis stretching me in a way that made me gasp.

"Oh God, Mark," I moaned, my hands digging into the soft grass as he steadily pushed deeper.

He went slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. Mark always knew how to make me feel cared for and desired, and this moment was no different. He kissed and licked along my spine, his hands supporting my hips as he continued his steady invasion. The feeling of being filled by him, especially in this intimate way, was overwhelming.

"You're so tight around me. I could lose myself in you," Mark growled, his voice rough with desire.

I felt a surge of pleasure at his words, and my body relaxed further, welcoming him in. He began to move, his rhythm steady and deep, causing a delicious sensation I'd never experienced before. As he withdrew, he'd reach the point of no return and slowly build up again, creating an exquisite tension. Mark's expert hands started massaging my clit, sending shivers throughout my body.

I couldn't hold back my moans, and the sound of our passionate kisses and heavy breathing filled the room. Mark's pace quickened, and he grasped my hips firmly, using my body's momentum to drive his cock even deeper. The feeling was indescribable, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Look at me," Mark demanded, his voice deep and hoarse.

I obeyed, and our eyes locked as he continued his relentless thrusts. Seeing his intense gaze sent me over the edge. My body quaked as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me, and I came hard around his cock. Mark's own release followed, and he groaned as he filled my ass with his warm cum.

We lay together, catching our breath, our bodies slick with a mixture of sweat and passion. Mark pulled me close, and I relished the feel of his bare skin against mine. He whispered how much he'd missed me and that he'd never forget this moment. I felt a sense of satisfaction that went beyond physical pleasure—it was a profound connection that only Mark could provide.