“My labia certainly are lubey,” I pointed out halfway through the evening, running my hand over the body parts in question as we rested, wound around each other like snakes.
“We’ve been busy tonight. And fisting takes a lot of lube.” He worked his fingers between my legs to ascertain the veracity of the report.
Then lube was forgotten, at least until a few minutes later when we found ourselves in our old standby doggy style. But the hour was late and my body tired. Soon we were collapsed together with his knees outside my hips and his arms wrapped around my throat. This was a lovely position for resting, not to mention for hitting my g-spot, although it did somewhat limit the degree of depth he could attain.
No matter; he has length to spare. Things worked well until he attempted a particularly powerful thrust which forced me involuntarily to push him right back out. Right back in he came, but the angle somehow had changed enough that he could not stay in. And then whatever mysterious GPS guides him in these moments malfunctioned. He hit a higher hole, but thanks to the twin miracles of lube and relaxation, I did not sing this time. In fact I barely clenched.
There is a moral to this story, my children. I tell it to you not so much to titillate but to educate. The lesson is this: Keep yourself extravagently, luxuriously lubed at all times. Never ever skimp on the lube. If you heed this warning, you will be able to enjoy whatever suprize buttsecks comes your way every time without worry.
Well, this could get messy in the day-to-day…
…but best to be prepared, I suppose. ;)
It is my goal always to be prepared for the buttsex!
i loved sex…i will want anybody for me sex now
I have no idea what this comment means… –aag
“lube makes everything better” is my mantra!! lol
The Boy Scout poster child for buttsex!
(Hmm. That seems wrong somehow…)
Yes, that’s just as wrong as a fable with the moral “Keep yourself extravagently, luxuriously lubed at all times. Never ever skimp on the lube.”
I wonder what kind of tail (pun intended) the brothers Grimm or Aesop would have told to have *that* moral.
This post totally needs a surprise buttsecks LOLcat!
Didja look at the 10 links in the last line?
:)
Wisdom from my mother, during my pre-teen years: With enough lube, you can put anything anywhere.
It was originally in a totally innocent context (probably WD40 or graphite, and some project around the house), but being her daughter, I’ve adopted it just the way it sounds.
I love that. I’ve gotta teach that to my lil darlings. Def. with the WD40 or graphite as an example.
:)