There's a yoga pose called Happy Baby where I lie on my back, lift my legs and grab my toes. Legs are spread wide and sometimes I feel like I'm opened up from my anus all the way to my stomach. The other day in class, that pose released a lot of erotic energy. It sent me into a reverie of those times when I was so opened up for a guy that It made me shake all over. Starts with plenty of kissing--lips, nips, dickhead--and a lot of full body contact that relaxes my sphincter and causes my pelvis to grind gently long before his dick is even nearby. When we're ready, we know it. We share some lube, me slathering his dick and him working some into my hole. My man kneels between my legs and lifts them to his shoulders. When we can, I rearrange so the soles of my feet are planted firmly on his pecs. It adds another level of connection. He moves closer, and I feel his mushroom head starting to poke at my anus. Eyes lock and we grin as my ass gives permission for that bulbous first inch to pop in. A pause--how ya doin', great, deep breath and a little eye pop. Then that hardness slides the rest of the way in, and I enjoy building a rhythm of in and out , in and out, faster, then slower, then faster again. We both agree that we're sharing control. I meet his thrusts with forward movement of my own , and I coax his load by tightening and loosening my sphincter as my guy speeds up his thrusts. All the while I'm having minor orgasms of my own as my prostate gets a major massage. So I don't have a strong desire to jerk. When he cums, it's a shared orgasm, not sure how to explain that, it just is. Whew, good to have a reverie now and then.

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