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(First Time Anal Erotica)
By Ella Louise
~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~
“Girl, you need some excitement in your life.”
Connor relaxes on his couch, his feet propped casually on the coffee table. With his arms crossed behind his head, he looks like he doesn't have a care in the world.
It just serves to make me feel even more frustrated with my own situation.
“Tell me about it,” I agree.
Sitting in the living room of my closest friend since childhood, the contrast between the two of us is almost shocking. His walls are plastered with posters of movie stars and models, athletes and porn stars, male and female, in various poses and stages of undress. He has had a string of boyfriends and girlfriends over the years, all casual, most of whom still remain friends. If I were to step into his bedroom, I know I would find lubes and toys and devices that I couldn't even begin to imagine what they're used for.
I, on the other hand, was brought up to be a proper Catholic girl. I've had one serious boyfriend my whole life, and even with him, I waited three years before allowing him to take my virginity. Underwhelming though it was, the mechanical, missionary sex I had with him is the only thing I've ever known. But as I get older, I am beginning to realize that I think something is missing. I need something new. At twenty-two, I shouldn't already be bored with sex, should I? I feel like I have some sort of itch, a craving that I have no idea how to satisfy.
So, I've come to Connor for advice.
A particular picture on the wall catches my eye. A muscular man, naked in profile, bending a naked woman forward in front of him, also in profile. The way their bodies are positioned, I can tell it’s a sex act, but nothing vulgar is visible. Unconsciously, I shift in my seat, distantly aware that I want sex, but not familiar enough with my own body to classify myself as “horny.” It’s so frustrating.
“I mean, did he even make you cum?” Connor asks me now, concern arching one eyebrow on his handsome face.
Despite our unlikely close friendship, I am still not used to being asked such personal questions. I blush as I shake my head no.
“And have you…?” he prods further. “On your own, I mean?”
“Once or twice,” I answer, feeling ashamed. It's hard to tell whether I'm more ashamed that I'm so inexperienced or that I'm admitting to having masturbated.
“I know I have nothing to complain about,” I continue quickly, trying to change the subject. “I'm