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glossy finger entered her gently as she relaxed her muscles, and his digit slowly disappeared inside her.  Dana moaned in pleasure; he knew her anal fantasies better than anyone and added a second finger to widen the area.  Gradually pumping them in and out, he prepared her for his entrance. 
    He added more of the heavy gel, and her small crinkled hole began to spasm as he swirled his finger around and around in an attempt to tease her. 
    “Touch yourself, baby doll. I want you slick and happy.” His voice was low and hoarse as he fisted his erection using the thick lubricant.
    Dana lowered her fingers and circled her clit, which was now drenched and swollen.  She looked over her shoulder once again with pleading eyes for him to continue.
    “Are you becoming impatient?” he asked, pressing his thick tip to her anus. 
    Dana furiously swirled stiff, wet fingers around her clitoris, rubbing up and down as she squeezed her eyes shut and willed him to enter her.
    “Don’t you dare come yet,” he ordered. “You be a good girl and wait for me.”
    “Richard, I can’t. I can’t wait.”
    He smacked her hard on the ass, as he inched his way inside her.  She tried to concentrate on every possible item in the room to get her mind off the climax that was seconds away.  But as Richard continued further into her bottom, the combination of pain and pleasure was almost too much. 
    “It’s Christmas. Have a heart,” she wailed as he fully seated himself inside her rectum.
    “Hold on darlin’ and move with me,” he mumbled, out of breath, driving the full length of his hard cock deep while holding on to her hips.
    Dana closed her eyes tight and bit her lower lip as he fucked her hard and fast.
    “If you don’t come right now, I will take you back over my knee and give you the spankin’ of your life,” he whispered breathlessly, knowing it would take her over the top.
    They both let out a loud groan as Richard sprayed into her depths, continuing to hold on tight.  As her head lifted for a peek at their reflection in the mirror across the room, she teetered in her heels and laughed.
    “I’m way too heavy to be lying on top of you, Dana; I need to get up.”
    “No, please don’t move. this is almost my favorite part.”
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    “I hope you don’t mind me stopping in today before work.  Are you feeling okay or just tired from the holidays?”  Carla carefully took the steaming cup of coffee from Dana’s hands and sat down at the kitchen table.
    “Don’t be silly. I love when we have coffee together,” Dana answered, passing her the cream and packet of sweetener.  “I’m feeling okay, but maybe a little more tense than usual.”
    “Is it your job at the newspaper, or the new book you’re writing?”
    Dana paused and looked up at the ceiling.  “Neither, but I’m thinking that maybe my novella can help solve the issue.”
    “I’m not following you.” Carla shook her head and emptied the yellow packet of sweetener into the cup.
    “This is kind of personal to discuss,” Dana said.
    “For God’s sake, Dana. It isn’t like we just met yesterday.  And you of all people -  the writer of erotica and age-play novellas – is shy all of a sudden?”
    Dana paused and took a deep breath.  “I love Richard, and I’m happy with the lifestyle we live in.  The DD aspect of it makes me feel so safe and secure with boundaries, and the addition of age-play once in a while supplies that lack of unconditional love from my past.  I have everything a woman could want.”
    “I hear a ‘but’ coming,” Carla said as she put down her cup.
    “Sometimes I want to explore more in a sexual way.”
    “So, what’s the problem?  Have you told Richard?”
    “No, that’s my dilemma. I’m afraid to.”
    “I’m confused, Dana.  Your husband is the one who encouraged you to explore all the fantasies that you wrote about.  Why would it surprise him that you have other ideas?  He knows you still read