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I still get flushed thinking about that anal gangbang last month, the kind of night that starts as a dare and ends with you barely recognizing your own reflection. I’d met this group through friends of friends, six guys, easy laughter, nobody pushing, just a quiet understanding that we all wanted the same thing. It began slow, hands and mouths, someone’s fingers tracing my spine while another kissed the back of my neck, and by the time they had me bent over the edge of the bed my whole body was humming. The first one slid in and I gasped, not from pain but from that deep, full stretch that makes your thoughts go blurry. Then another pressed against me, and the double penetration hit me like a wave, one rhythm in front, one behind, the friction building until I couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and the next began. Someone talked low and filthy in my ear, and I loved it, loved being the center of all that heat and attention, slick with sweat and lube. When they finished, warm and sudden, I just lay there trembling, emptied out and weirdly grateful, the kind of spent you only feel after giving over completely.