I come from an Eastern culture where women are suppressed. Where we come from, it's taboo for your pussy to be opened before marriage. It shouldn't even be touched. That's what my mom always told me: "Even if you have a boyfriend, don't let him touch your front."

So I thought: Then the back side must be okay.

So I tell men, "You can only touch back here." Because I'm a good girl, I don't disobey my mom.

But some didn't want to stop at touching.

There were some who spread it apart with their hands and watched it for a long time, like they were watching a movie.

Some wanted to smell and lick. Some even asked me to give them a puff on the nose.

But what they usually wanted was to dip their fingers in butter and venture inside my bum hole, an inch or two. They said it is to make me feel good.

Because I'm a good girl, I always let them.

If I have to be honest, I was a little embarrassed at first, but I'm learning to get used to it. After all, they love me.

If they love me... then why not, right?

"Even if you have a boyfriend," my mom used to say, "don't ever let him touch your front."

So I didn't. I stuck to the rule like a good girl. My mom never mentioned my ass, so I figured, that part should be free.

The first time it happened, it wasn't planned or anything. My boyfriend and I were sprawled on his bed. We weren't naked, not even halfway. But his hand slid behind me. I tensed my muscles.

"Can't go there," I whispered. My voice barely came out.

He stopped. His fingers just hung in the air. "Your pussy?"

"Nah... My pussy's off-limits. I'm a good girl."

He grinned, slow, like some kid who'd just found a secret treasure, not just for me, but for himself too. "Then... we'll have to continue with your ass."

"My ass?" I hesitated. Something weird stirred inside me. I wanted to be a good girlfriend too, but this was a whole other thing. "Okay," I said soft, my voice actually shaking. "But just on the outside."

His hand came back, this time more definite, more daring. First, he stroked over my soft jeans, then, surprisingly, his fingers just dove right under my jeans. Behind my legs, right where my ass started, his warm fingers hit my bare skin directly.

 No one had ever touched my ass like that before, only I had touched it when I went to the poop and washed it. So I was a bit embarrassed, yeah, but at the same time, it actually made me laugh.

His fingers had no trouble finding my hole. "Your hole is super tight," he whispered, his voice getting husky. "So warm. I can feel all the wrinkly folds of your hole." I didn't know what to say. I just grinned, sure my face was burning red.

He licked his index finger and started tracing small circles with it. We'd never been this close before. I'm such a good girlfriend, he must really love me, I thought. I wasn't really sure what he was doing, but whatever it was, I was letting him do it.

"Does it feel good, baby?" he mumbled.

"Yes…" I said. And this time, he started tapping lightly, tap-tap, on my hole with the tip of his middle finger.

"How about this?" he whispered, his thumb positioned to cover the hole with firm pressure.

"Yes…!" I said again, and I closed my eyes.

This little pressure on my poop hole was seriously starting to feel good. That hole, which I'd only ever used to excrete poop, was experiencing external-to-internal pressure for the very first time.

"Baby, you're so sensitive," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "So warm... Just a tiny little puckered hole, but oh, the things it is going to make you feel..."

That night, when I got home, I looked at myself in the mirror and turned around. My pussy was untouched. My chubby bum... was no longer just mine.

And my hole was feeling seriously ticklish.