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I have wanted to fuck my boyfriend in the ass for some time now. See, once you start playing with sex toys in any sort of serious capacity, you tend to move up the ladder of complexity and intimidation until you eventually reach the realm of the harness and dildo. For me, those accessories were on the outer rim of playthings, out there with spreader bars, pony playsets, and canes. Not anymore. When Ling nonchalantly slid her harness on a few months back and screwed me happily into the night, the mystery and distance surronding it vanished for me and the strap-on became accessible. So it should come as no surprise that getting comfortable being fucked with a strap-on would lead to getting comfortable doing the fucking.
And while Misha is highly experimental and a very good sport, this is not the sort of thing you just rush into. We started out easy. "Let's find your p-spot!," I said, and he agreed to let me lube up and explore him. It's very --interesting-- in there, cavernous and soft and ridgy. I could tell I'd hit the spot when his eyes rolled back into his head, his body melted, and a groan escaped his lips. It was such a rush for me to have him enjoy it. It was also a nice exercise in emotional intimacy--anal play requires much trust and much communication. I put my own libido aside while I fingered him. I was psychologically turned on, definitely, but my body had deferred to his, all my senses were tuned in to his needs and his responses. It was amazing.
Earlier, I had suggested we rent some porn. After a disasterous trip to the new sex shop in town (so much fluorescent! such cheesy packaging!), we headed to the steadfast Toys in Babeland and checked out "Bend Over Boyfriend," a quality instructional video about strap-on heterosex hosted by none other than Carol Queen. This video is so useful, so informative, and so very hot. I highly recommend it.
It was good to have watched the video and learned all sorts of things, but to have not yet invested in the necessary equipment. It gave us both time to think about it, to get worked up, and to let our excitement build. Last night (a week after watching the video), Misha says, "So are we going to Toys tonight or what? I'll buy." Hot damn, boyfriend, now that's what I call the marryin' kind! ;)
At the store I was somewhat put off by the fact that everyone there knows me because a.) I am in the place at least once a week, and b.) I have messy social connections with the employees. It's the kind of relationship where everyone is a vague acquaintance and it seems that buying sex toys is best done from either strangers or friends, but what the hell. In my ideal world, buying a vibrator would be no different than buying a gallon of milk.
We picked up this sparkly beauty in blue to match it's counterpart, the Nexus Jr. I love this harness! I want to wear it around the house while doing dishes! It feels so good! It looks so cool! I have a pretty femmey/curvy body, long brown hair, and perky tits, so the sight of my otherwise feminine little self with a superhero harness on and a cock between my legs was pretty jarring and exhilarating. I wanted to stand in the mirror with one of those "This is what a feminist looks like" t-shirts on. Ha!
The fucking, darlings, was divine. We took it slow and tentatively at first, but once he grunted, "Is that all you can do? Fuck me harder!" I completely lost it and went all macho with the hard-and-fast thrusting. It made me come. It made him moan and ask for more. I was happy to reciprocate and afterward offered up my own soft spot for his pleasure. What an entirely exhausting and limb-quakingly wonderful night.