An Evening of Passion

by Stasya T. Canine

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'There. That's over with.' My thoughts were dragging. It had been yet another long day, but at least the 'job' was finished. While I recovered I'd been on the net, taking care of that part of my life. I clicked on send and the email left. Along with it, buried in the subtext, went some of my dreams.

Dreams.

Hopes for a new reality, really.

I glanced to my left when I reached for my glass. 'Way too tired.' I couldn't be bothered to try and figure out which fatigue was more intense. Physical, or mental? I made the all too familiar consciously focussed effort to wrap my left hand around the glass and lift it to my lips.

Still too tired to make the effort to turn my head back, I gazed at 'almost nothing' and let my thoughts drift while I sipped the room temperature liquid.

'Damn it. Did it again. You idiot. You of all people should know dehydration is no joke.'

More than a quart later I felt my body start to recover. With that recovery came something else. I was feeling an urgency again. When I 'saw' the room more clearly, I realized my drifting thoughts had settled, and I had decided that I wasn't as ready for sleep as I'd thought earlier.

Now fully aware of what I was thinking, I smiled while I studied my latest dildo. "My. Aren't you handsome. And soooo... 'Majestic'. You're just waiting for me, aren't you?"

I made sure my glass was away from the edge of the desk. Then, still gazing at the dildo I let my hands find my crotch. They rubbed slowly, enticingly, and I felt myself start to engorge. With the swelling came a tingling, a readiness. The sensations slowly radiated towards my ass and my waiting sphincter.

I clenched and unclenched, encouraging my sphincter to relax.

I let the lust build slightly, then stopped.

My hands went to my belt and unfastened it. My right hand snaked under my pants and shorts. I let my fingers find my penis and they teased it some more.

The tingling in my penis increased and I held it to myself, savoring it.

Then I sighed. 'Not yet. I have other plans tonight.'

I finished stripping. Naked, I settled in my chair again.

Now, I dreamed. My hands weren't mine. Someone else controlled them. I felt a lover's touch.

Passion made his hands sure. His deft touches made me quiver urgently. My breathing quickened. When he slid his fingers through my crotch I moaned. "Yeessss... I need... Please..."

He started working my penis. He worked me, as only another man can. He knew everything about me. he knew what I wanted but he still denied me the final consummation of our passion.

I arched. I felt his now lubed fingers caress my asshole. My passion took over and my hips twisted, seeking to capture his fingers so they would fill me.

They slid inside me easily. He moved then gently. They twisted and flexed, getting me ready.

Then, slowly, I felt him pull away.

My eyes languidly opened and I stared at the true object of my passion.

'The Penis'.

I moaned while I reached for it.

Thirteen inches long. Just over 2 inches in diameter, expanding to two and a half inches in diameter before it gently went back to two inches, I knew I'd never take the full length.

It didn't matter.

Something else did, though.

I caressed it lovingly. "Soon. Very soon." It was a lust driven promise.

I stood and let the warm air flow around me sensuously. I was ready, but there had to be more. Our foreplay wasn't done, and 'he' was patient and understanding.

We headed for the bathroom, and I felt his grin. Our consummation would be there, as always.

Without hesitation or embarrassment, I reached for the rubber bag hanging from the shower curtain rod. I wanted to give him as much of me as I could and that meant an enema. When my chosen partner was smaller, of a more 'normal' size, we never hesitated to let our passions complete themselves whenever it was time.

This partner was special. His size demanded that I empty myself before he took me. I smiled dreamily while I filled the bag with warm water. After it was full I rehung it and carefully purged the air from the tube.

I smiled at him while I pushed the probe into my well lubed hole. "Soon, love. Soon I'll be able to allow your passion to fill me."

Still smiling, still filled with a barely contained lust...

I settled on the commode with my legs spread and my body receptive to the liquid passion that was about to fill me.

I released the clamp and waited.

I felt the initial surge of warmth when the water rushed into any easily filled cavities. That was quickly over and I felt an insistent pressure begin to build inside me.

I moaned and reached for my penis. I smiled at my lover and let him watch while I slowly stroked myself and maintained my passion just below its peak. Reality tangled and the warm water wasn't water. It was my lover's precum, and he was calmly preparing me for the passionate embrace we would soon share.

I felt his fluid try and flow through my sphincter. I clenched firmly. I was not willing to allow my lover's fluid to leave me, yet.

Pressure continued to build and then it lessened. I felt this happen several times and then there was no more pressure. I looked at the bag and smiled while I watched it slowly collapse.

Eventually the bag was empty. I closed the clamp and waited. I knew that it would be awhile before my body recovered and decided to reject what had so implacably entered.

I let the probe stay where it was. It would be forced out with the first surge as his fluid left.

I stroked myself and dreamed. It was *his* hands touching me. It was *his* penis gently waiting. He would expand soon enough, once he knew I was empty--and able to take as much of him as possible.

The internal pressure built again. I could feel my lower colon fill as my body began working normally again. I let the pressure keep building. My sphincter wanted to release. I denied its demands.

But, at last, the pressure could not be denied.

I suddenly relaxed and the water surged from me, I felt the lumps surge past my relaxed muscles and the sudden, fleeting pressures added to my lust.

The flow suddenly stopped.

I waited patiently.

Several more times, I felt the slowly building pressure and allowed the sudden release.

Somehow I knew when it was over.

I relaxed and smiled at my lover. "I'm ready, love."

I could sense our passion. We moved to the bathtub. I gently lubed him. When he was positioned behind me I bent over and slowly pushed against him, teasing him until I knew my passion would allow his easy entry.

I closed my eyes and smiled. I felt his hands wander my body. They settled and teased my crotch. They stroked my penis. 'Are you ready?'

I let my body answer. My mind felt nothing but his tip. My anus dilated and allowed him a bit of access.

Then, while he waited patiently, I implacably impaled myself on his slick implement. I moaned while he stretched me. There was a sudden almost pain that quickly went away when I slid over the widest part of him.

I kept pushing.

We merged. I moaned. I wanted more. I pushed again. True pain stopped me.

I stopped pushing.

I relaxed and savored our lust. I was stretched. I was filled as nobody except *he* could fill me.

I milked him greedily. I moved slowly at first. I felt his laughing patience while I used him to fulfill myself. His hands moved over me, stroking me everywhere they could reach.

My passion didn't let me move slowly for very long. Soon I was passionately riding him. My body knew just how far it could move on him without letting us separate. It jerked us apart and then slammed us together.

I felt my anus slide along his length. I felt his hands matching my body, rapidly stroking me in time to my movements on him.

I twisted as I impaled myself. I forced his head to find untouched places inside me. I forced him to jam into me. I forced him to demand that my body respond to him, and him alone.

The tingling, present ever since the first time he gently touched me...

Peaked when I jammed us together and buried him more deeply than ever before.

I screamed when my sphincter spasmed in time to my pulsing. His hands milked me and forced my own fluid to jet from the tip of my penis.

He stroked me demandingly, just as my sphincter demanded that he stay buried while I orgasmed. He was *mine* now and I refused to let him deny me my pleasure.

All too soon my orgasm was over. I leaned forward slightly, enough to ease the painful pressure I felt.

Still recovering, I reached back and felt where we were joined.

Long familiarity with the texture of him let me decide I'd taken a little more than usual. He was still firm but now there was a satisfied feel to the way he held himself in me.

I relaxed and savored his now gentle penetration.

I lightly stroked the exposed part of his penis and dreamed of future penetrations, of our future together. I anticipated our shared passions and slowly moved myself along his length, promising *him* that he hadn't hurt me and that I wanted him to take me as forcefully as he had this time.

My legs quivered and I knew it was time to pull away.

Still lost in the afterglow I teasingly pulled away until I felt the cool air bathe all of my ass.

Spent, languid with the release of tension, I turned and knelt in front of him. I reached and lightly stroked him while I admired his now glistening length.

I bent closer and smelled my passion on him.

I looked at him and smiled before my lips touched his tip.

"Thank you, love."

(c) Copyright 2006 Stasya T. Canine. All Rights Reserved