It was so hot and humid on the 4th, that I declined several invitations to join friends for the Boston Pops Esplanade concert and fireworks display. I'd planned to go away for a long weekend anyway, leaving the morning of the 5th. So I wanted to devote the 4th to celebrating my own personal freedom to give myself as much pleasure as I could handle.
For about half an hour leading up to beginning my aneros session, I merely relaxed, headphones on, with soothing sensuous music lulling me into a mild stupor. I flexed my anal muscles in concert with my prostate, feeling the pleasure start to build deep in my hole and luxuriating in the tingling sensation of my manucunt lips. My balls were feeling tight and my cock slowly began to become engorged, but not rock hard. Wonderful!
When I couldn't wait any longer, i lubed my pussy with a mix of vaseline and albolene, pushing the balm deep in my hole with my finger and spreading a coating on my hot pulsing cuntlips. I took out my aneros classic and covered it with the same lubricating mix, and prepared for the penetration. I changed the music track to )oddly enough( a series of satanic chants i found on a tumblr page. Many of the chants celebrated a devotion to lust and erotic pleasure, while others were dark, foreboding but intensely sexual.
Lying on my side, I placed the aneros tip just at the opening of my hole. And as the music exhorted me to give in to lust, I pushed the aneros into my hole while pushing my hips back to fully embrace the penetration.