it’s not a pussy it’s my asshole!

In a small apartment, the door creaks open. It’s a cool evening and she didn’t expect anyone, but there’s a resolute knock at the door. She opens it, revealing a handsome man with a mysterious smile. “I’ve got something special for you,” he whispers, pulling her close. She giggles, enjoying his touch as he leads her to the bedroom. “What do you have in mind?” she teases, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Just trust me,” he whispers, pushing her down onto the bed. She complies, a little unsure, but not entirely displeased by his dominant demeanour. He undoes her blouse buttons one by one, gazing salaciously at her exposed breasts. She shivers at his touch, hungry for more. Without warning, he flips her over, pushing her legs apart and positioning himself between them.

“Oops!” he exclaims when she protests. “Sorry about that, that must have been an accident…” He sits back on his heels, face bordered by shock. “I’m so sorry for starting without your consent. This definitely won’t happen again in our sex life.” You trust him to continue, but he starts acting nervous again.

She slaps his hand away, frustration evident in her voice. “I told you to stop, didn’t I?” she snaps. He nods mutely, pleased that she did. “Let’s move on and get out of this tirade, shall we?” she changes the topic rapidly. He smiles sheepishly, then leans in closer, trying to kiss her, but she pulls away. “Come on, I’m not going to forgive you that easily. You know I don’t play head games.” She turns to her side, exposing her bare chest. “Now pull the duvet over us, it’s getting chilly.”

He reaches over, gently tucking the duvet around her. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers again under his breath, secretly thinking ‘It’s not a pussy, it’s my asshole!’. She doesn’t react to his words, pretending to sleep, but a mischievous smile curls her lips. The tension eases within seconds, as if it was nothing.

The next morning, when she rolls over to face him, she asks “So, we’re okay?” He nods, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Of course, it was just an accident.” She leans in close, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. “You know that mistakes happen. I fell asleep during filming and this is what happened.”

He kisses her tenderly on the cheek. “You’re amazing, you know that?” She smiles, a spark of mischief in her eyes. Maybe she should punish this boy? The thought quickly fades as she puts on her coat and heads to the door.

“You kids have a nice day!” She waves, with a slight wink. The camera pans out, ending this sexual threat, as the video fades to black. Nevertheless, as you can see the topic was fulfilled in full; she didn’t mention it was her asshole – instead going with the misconception that he maybe thought it was her pussy.

What a puzzling experience! How could he have been mistaken, you may wonder. Surely she must have noticed the mistake… did she enjoy that surprise anal entry? Or did she panic, striving to prevent more misconception? Maybe we’ll never know the real answer. But one thing’s for sure – she kept her cool beautifully, acting as though nothing sexual exceeded the scope of the story. Brilliant!