We all want someone who will accept us just the way we are...
Story line:
He likes normal sex. But anal adoration is the sex act he most wants to share with a woman. He loves ass, wants ass, needs ass, adores ass. Is there any woman who will love and accept him for that - without trying to dominate or belittle him? All he needs is one such woman. Did one even exist for him? After all, it is said we all have a soul mate -- somewhere. Don't we? If only we can find them...
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***** Another day in paradise...
That feeling of peace came over him again - that feeling of warmth, of home. It was that feeling one gets only when we are with the one we love. And he was with that which he loved beyond everything else on earth. He was face to face, so to speak, with a soft, warm, female behind -- the only one he had found that loved him as much as he loved it.
In large part he loved this ass because of the woman it belonged to. He knew her well. She was a good friend. He truly cared for and respected her. In general he respected women. He admired many of them. He even loved a few. But he was IN LOVE with the female ass. He loved it. He wanted it. He needed it. He adored it. He hungered for it. It was the most beautiful and desirable thing he had ever seen. It was the only thing that brought him true peace - even joy.
It had taken him a long time to fully accept that part of himself. When it came, like so many things, it was so simple - and liberating. "I am IN LOVE with the female ass" he finally admitted to himself. "I don't just love it - I am IN LOVE with it. That is who I am..."
He wanted and needed to be with an ass as often as he could. All the time, if he could! It was the only thing that made him feel right, feel whole, feel at peace, feel alive - a dark, soft, warm, loving female ass.
He knew most would consider him just another ass licking pervert for this. Maybe that is all he was. He didn't care. The truth had finally been faced. He was free in his heart and mind. Ass is my life, he told himself. No bullshit. No games. Just the simple truth. Truth as simple as the very thing he loved. And that was one of the things he loved so much about the ass - its unassuming, beautiful, primal simplicity.
It had not always been easy to accept this side of himself. It had been a love/hate relationship for many years. He had swung between his passion for ass that was slowly consuming him and his hatred for himself for being so weak. He would feel great elation then great self loathing. There were times when he found himself totally neutral - disinterested in the whole thing. That too gave him great peace - a sense of freedom. But inevitably the desire, the need, the passion, the hunger, would return. Slowly at first, building to a flame he was afraid would consume him.
Then he met Nicole. She was a quiet, unassuming woman. They found they were comfortable with each other. She wasn't particularly beautiful, by many standards. Perhaps if she had worn more makeup. But that didn't appeal to her. She was very down to earth. That was one of the things he most liked about her. But he found her quite pretty. More importantly she was very easy to be with. She had a smile that made you feel good about yourself, about life. And her eyes. There was much behind those sparkling eyes, if one could find it.
And to top it off she did have one fine ass. A world class ass. A full, round, woman's ass. Not fat. But not a skinny, boyish ass either. It was an ass built for comfort, for love, for adoration. An ass that a man could get happily and comfortably lost in...
Their friendship was easy because there was no sexual tension between them. But she came to notice his preoccupation with the female behind. It's no secret that men love ass. Normally she would just ignore it. But his affection for the female behind went beyond anything she had ever seen. It intrigued her, even excited her on some levels. No man had affected her like that before.
One evening, over a couple of glasses of wine, she asked him about it. Sex had never been a big thing with Nicole. She wasn't asexual. She just found it usually more hassle than it was worth to her. The few times she had tried it she found it hard to get turned on and the payoff not worth the effort. So she resigned herself to the fact she was one of those people for whom sex would never be a big part of their life. She had those times when she had to relieve her tension through orgasm. It was nice. But it was rare and she only did it when she had to. In some ways she considered herself lucky it wasn't a big part of her life.
As the evening wore on she got him to open up more about his anal inclinations. He had gotten to the point where normal sex held little interest for him too. It was OK from time to time, but nothing to write home about, not for him. The highlight for him was when he got to spend some time with the woman's behind.
Most of the women he was with let him spend time with their butt as a part of foreplay. Some even liked the affection he showered their ass with afterward. But none of them had the deep appreciation for anal adoration that matched his own. It was fun. But he always found himself wanting more. Then there were the ones who tried to dominate him. They thought that anyone who loved kissing ass so much would be an easy mark. He wanted a lover, not a domme. He kicked their asses to the curb quickly.
He shared with Nicole, as completely as he could, that dark side of himself. A couple of bottles of wine had helped. But he also felt he could share this with her. He gambled she would accept him and still respect him, even if nothing ever happened between them. And that would be cool too. She was a good friend and easy to be with. You didn't find that every day.
Nicole found herself being aroused by his admission. No thought of any other sexual activity had ever stirred her so deeply. She knew he wasn't coming on to her. That both pleased and disappointed her at the same time. She was glad that he trusted her with his darkest secret - his most vulnerable side.
"It's simple" he said to her softly, his face close to hers, as he stared warmly into her eyes. "Think of every pleasant thing that you can that a man's hands and mouth could do to your bum, especially your asshole. Then imagine me doing them any time you want, for as long as you want -- passionately, adoringly, hungrily..."
Nicole found his passion appealed to her more than she thought anything could. Her pussy got moist. Her butt began to tingle, specially her asshole. A delicious tingling she had never felt before. A warmth, barely perceptible at first, began in her anus and slowly flowed out to the rest of her ass and pussy, like warm oil. Even her nipples tingled and get hard. These were things she wasn't used to, but wanted. No one else had ever made her feel that way.
She found herself staring at his lips, his tongue. She imagined the warmth, the passion, the tenderness they could give her in that most delicate and tender place -- that dark, soft, warm place between the cheeks of her ass. Her anus twitched and tingled at the thought of such affection.
Yes, such love, passion, and adoration would be for her ass primarily, not her. But that didn't matter much. At least it would be her ass he would be loving and adoring. The thought that he would make her ass the center of his world took hold of her in very deep, very strong, places.
Every woman wants someone who will make them the center of their world, to love, cherish, and adore her. That is the ideal situation. But the fact that her best friend would at least make her butt the center of his world was good enough. It was definitely the best prospect she had found so far, even better than she had come to allow herself to hope for. At least it would be with someone she truly loved and trusted.
"So, what do you think of having such a perv for a friend?" he asked her with a twinkle in his eye.
