She was blown into my life on the spermy winds of Spring, fresh, but also loaded as they are in New Orleans with the torrid frenzy of surging animal and vegetable life. It's the warm wet wind that banishes frost, heavy with smells. It gets the blood pumping. It gets you moving. Which is to say: we met on Tinder.

On our first date we had a drink and I invited her to my rented room. She explained apologetically that she wasn't going to fuck me on the first date then promptly sank to her knees, her sundress floating prettily around her waist on her ecstatic descent to rest finally at eye-level with my crotch. There she looked up expectantly as I unzipped and flopped out the meat of my cock, which she took in one hand and gave a small inward sigh before parting her lips and swallowing it deep.

We saw each other often then, our encounters immediately carnal. What I mean is that when I would go to see her I would always be inside her within minutes, with her either bent over a couch, or splayed out on the bed, or once after picking her up from a friend's house, pulled behind a supermarket so she could suck my cock and swallow down my sperm immediately. God she was hot then, trim waist and full thighs, breasts that always promised to spill out of the tight tops and little dresses she wore in the humid warmth of the Southern evenings. She was my doll and I was her Lestat. Insatiable.

It was on one of these early afternoon dates that we went to my apartment first. I remember the light slanted in through the window and Mezzanine by Massive Attack echoed from a distant speaker, an atmosphere of tension and dread. Once again she sank to the floor to suck me off. I tore down her blouse to free her tits and took her by the ponytail to lodge my dick in the back of her throat. I hadn't cum yet; I leaned down to growl in her ear, "I want you. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you in every hole."

She stopped sucking and regarded me seriously, her makeup already smeared. "Do it."

Without a word, without breaking eye contact, I led her by the ponytail and pushed her backwards onto the bed. Without being prompted she obligingly rolled onto her knees settled her face into the pillow, and presented her ass to me. My heart was pounding. Despite her taste for submission and mine for dominance, I had never actually done anal before, but I was determined to see this through and fuck her into oblivion.

I lifted her chin so she could suck me while I smeared lube in her hole and pushed my fingers in. "You want me to fuck your ass? You want me to fuck it good?" With my cock in her mouth she responded with little "mmhmms."

"I don't think you're ready yet. You're not ready for this dick in your ass. Tell me you want it."

She giggled at being made to beg, and begged pantingly, her face now flushed. "Please, please, I want you to fuck my ass. I want it deep. Please."

So I positioned myself behind her. The whole time she had kept her ass elevated and back arched. "What a good girl you are," I complimented her. I took a moment to marvel at her, her tiny waist and the fullness of her curves, the furrow where her back muscles softly demarcated her spine, the light dew of sweat on the back of her arms. And the nakedeness, the utter exposure of her engorged pussy and slightly pulsating hole as she pushed them towards me from behind. She was an animal, a beautiful sex animal and my cock was like a tungsten rod with the knowledge that soon it would be planted balls deep inside her.

"Look at me." I wanted her to look back at me as I pushed it in. It required a surprising amount of guidance, but with a small pop the head was in her little hole and I gave her light small strokes to give her time to get used to it. She winced but soon she mouthed "more" in a little voice and I began to find my rhythm, gradually planting deeper and deeper strokes. She was breathing deeply. It was good. She wanted more.

I pushed her down from high mount into prone, and wrapped my arms around her for leverage. I was giving her deep strokes, pushing every milimeter I could, gouging her insides. Meanwhile I breathed in her ear, beautiful and terrible desires, and she moaned in response, her lips finding mine. I took her by the waist and came like a freight train then, pulsing shot after shot deep inside her hole.

Later as I held her in post coital languor she said, dreamily, "I've never done anal before. That was so good. I'm glad you're so experienced."

"You know that was my first time too."

She rolled her eyes then at what must have been another one of my jokes.

"Whatever you say, just as long as we can do it again."