“And I should do that by sleeping around?” Kelli asked, shocked.
“Not necessarily,” Mrs. Claus responded. “But going out with different people and figuring out what you want and what you don’t want is one of the most important things you can do in life. One man for the rest of your life might sound good but at some point you’re going to wonder if you’ve truly experienced everything.”
“I guess,” Kelli admitted.
“So, is there anything you really wanted to do but never had the courage to say anything?” Mrs. Claus asked.
“Well, this one time my boyfriend’s tongue brushed against my asshole and I kinda liked it,” Kelli said, turning a bright shade of red. “He was going down on me and his tongue strayed a little too far and, oh god, I can’t believe I’m saying this.”
“Analingus? That’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Mrs. Claus said, waving her off. “I don’t any women that have tried it that don’t absolutely love it. And most men I’ve been with will gladly down onto their knees and rim a woman’s ass if asked, especially if they think there’s a chance they might get to replace their tongue with their cock as a reward.”
“Huh?” Kelli asked, equal parts turned on and repulsed by the direction the conv...