My girlfriend is cursed. Few are those who would believe in the Curse of the Anus, but I have seen—and experienced—far too much to doubt its existence. What you are about to read is the story of how I sacrificed my anal virginity in exchange for my girlfriend’s wellbeing. Are you curious as to how such a thing happens? Find out now by purchasing this kinky, anal-obsessed tale.
Excerpt from Pegged:
Two weeks. That’s how long it took for Lianne to complete the research and gather the necessary equipment. By then I was a complete mess. I no longer ate. I could barely sleep. I could barely look at my girlfriend without fantasizing about knocking her down to the ground and forcing my erect member into her tight rectum.
Lianne refused to share the nature of the cure with me. She said I would be playing a significant role, but refused to go into details. It wasn’t until the day of the ceremony—that’s what she called it—that I finally learned the details of the ritual.
I paced the living room, my shaft standing at attention between my thighs. The fabric of the bathrobe I wore was barely able to contain it. But I forgot all about that when my girlfriend’s sweet voice reached my ears.
“I’m ready,” she said. “You may enter.”
My heart was beating so fast I feared it would explode. It didn’t, yet it was with a sense of foreboding that I entered the bedroom. The lighting was dim, but I had no trouble making out Lianne standing by the bed. She was naked from head to toe. The mere sight of her body was almost enough to make me lose control. I resisted the urge to ravish her, but only barely.
“What’s the plan?” I asked, my voice wavering from the effort of keeping my sexual hunger contained.
Lianne blushed.
“The only way to counter the effects of the curse… is through anal penetration.”
“What?” I nearly choked. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She shook her head.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I demanded, anger replacing my initial shock. I had spent the better part of six weeks struggling to keep my urges contained, and now I was being told that the only way to break the curse was through anal penetration.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t want to do it,” she explained.
I couldn’t believe it. Was this some sort of weird dream?
“Why wouldn’t I want to?” I asked. Anal sex was all I had been thinking about for the past month or so.
“Because of this,” said Lianne as she revealed the item I only now realized she had been holding behind her back. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.
It was a strapon.
It took a few seconds before I understood what its presence implied. Lianne was not the one about to get anally fucked. I was!
My girlfriend is cursed. Few are those who would believe in the Curse of the Anus, but I have seen—and experienced—far too much to doubt its existence. What you are about to read is the story of how I sacrificed my anal virginity in exchange for my girlfriend’s wellbeing. Are you curious as to how such a thing happens? Find out now by purchasing this kinky, anal-obsessed tale.
Excerpt from Pegged:
Two weeks. That’s how long it took for Lianne to complete the research and gather the necessary equipment. By then I was a complete mess. I no longer ate. I could barely sleep. I could barely look at my girlfriend without fantasizing about knocking her down to the ground and forcing my erect member into her tight rectum.
Lianne refused to share the nature of the cure with me. She said I would be playing a significant role, but refused to go into details. It wasn’t until the day of the ceremony—that’s what she called it—that I finally learned the details of the ritual.
I paced the living room, my shaft standing at attention between my thighs. The fabric of the bathrobe I wore was barely able to contain it. But I forgot all about that when my girlfriend’s sweet voice reached my ears.
“I’m ready,” she said. “You may enter.”
My heart was beating so fast I feared it would explode. It didn’t, yet it was with a sense of foreboding that I entered the bedroom. The lighting was dim, but I had no trouble making out Lianne standing by the bed. She was naked from head to toe. The mere sight of her body was almost enough to make me lose control. I resisted the urge to ravish her, but only barely.
“What’s the plan?” I asked, my voice wavering from the effort of keeping my sexual hunger contained.
Lianne blushed.
“The only way to counter the effects of the curse… is through anal penetration.”
“What?” I nearly choked. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
She shook her head.
“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I demanded, anger replacing my initial shock. I had spent the better part of six weeks struggling to keep my urges contained, and now I was being told that the only way to break the curse was through anal penetration.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t want to do it,” she explained.
I couldn’t believe it. Was this some sort of weird dream?
“Why wouldn’t I want to?” I asked. Anal sex was all I had been thinking about for the past month or so.
“Because of this,” said Lianne as she revealed the item I only now realized she had been holding behind her back. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it.
It was a strapon.
It took a few seconds before I understood what its presence implied. Lianne was not the one about to get anally fucked. I was!
Pegged
Pegged
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940154536421 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Sexxi Lexxi |
| Publication date: | 09/01/2017 |
| Sold by: | Smashwords |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 316 KB |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |