I don’t even know if I can describe that feeling? A wonderful ache? A sense of hours later that obviously something that is not supposed to have been up there, was; as my sphincter muscles slowly go back to normal. Not that they don’t just go right back physically speaking, but a definite feeling of being stretched or at least flexed. Maybe this is just me though as I don’t do this every day?That feeling that lasts 12-24 hours, reminding one of the event that delivered the feeling.
In that I feel oddly good and bad. Bad in that it takes patience to enter me because of not doing that so often that I am easy, and bad again as I hope my resistance does not make the man soften before he goes into me. But then good too because I am tight for him proving I do not do this for just everyone, though the feeling at that moment is so pleasurable that I probably would!