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Sunday Blahs  Lately I've been having an intimate affair with my right hand, versatile, but limited personality, originality, and satisfaction. We all have these periods and it seems as if it will never end, but usually it does. I used to try not to make decisions about sex when I was too horny, but since I was too horny all the time ... Good intentions and all that. Sunday's with my second wife were going out early for donuts and the papers, coming back with at least the local paper and the NYTimes, piling back in bed with coffee donuts and the papers, and spending most of the day munching and reading --- especially good if it is cold and miserable out. Of course inevitably the munching turned to munching on each other and we both ended up with newsprint places you don't usually find it with wet newspaper (how'd that happen) stuck all over us. By Monday we were wiped, because by Sunday evening we were into a a marathon trying for epic. I don't think I saw Sunday television as until after her death --- happy to miss some now. I'm going to ask a question here of guys and gals. How do you feel about strap-on sex, gal(or gals) doing the guy? I'll admit I was a little shy about this the first time, a finger, a tongue, even the tip of a small vibrator or buzzing egg, but a big old rubber cock... I'll let you know the details later, but I'll say now I was perfectly happy to be her bend over boyfriend when she finished. If it's too late for a great weekend, have a good night, and if it is too late for that remember Monday only lasts 24 hours and with any luck only 8 of them stink.   Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.  |
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I know a lot of men, and some women, get very uptight about the subject. Aside from the possible pain and our cultural prejudices about anything in that region so many men are insecure in their sexuality and so many women afraid the man must be gay if he wants it. I don't see any problem if either or both partners have a bi side so long as they love each other, are honest with each other, and they don't hide their needs or behavior from each other. That said, a man having his woman use a strap on is by no means gay or bi. There are enough nerve ends in that region, not to mention the prostate, that any man who can get past the uptight (sorry about that) attitude is likely to enjoy it when it's done right. I like being able to let go and surrender to my partner and letting her explore her more aggressive sexual side. There's a little discomfort, but it quickly changes, and I think I was a better lover for seeing how she fucked me. People tend to do to their partner what they want their partner to do in return, so I learned a good deal from the women who did this about what they wanted in intercourse. I learned I didn't have to be half as in control and could go a lot harder than I was comfortable with before when I was back in the saddle, and while she still feared anal, she was much more open to anal play after and even learned to have anal orgasms. And for some reason this really lets a woman let go. So many have gotten into it and let go in bed in ways that they never would otherwise fucking me with a strap on. They talk dirty, call you names, almost change personality when the combination of different emotions and feelings collide. When we added a little light restraint and mild role play my wife really got into the mind game of it. She had gone through some shit with men in the past, and I think my ass took some of that frustration, but she was so turned on, that I didn't care. A little soreness the next day was well worth it. She even let go more when I was on top again, and I wouldn't have thought she had anything left to let go of. Several women who have done this have told me they actually reached a point where they imagined they could feel the strap on inside me like a real cock. Certainly when you do experience that anal orgasm it is as close to what a straight man can do that must duplicate what a real cock feels there. If you have any deep dark bi fantasy you don't really think you would be comfortable actually doing, this the perfect safe way to explore them without pushing beyond your comfort zone. She confessed to me some weeks later when she brought up the idea again and I was willing, that part of her fantasy as she was doing it was that she was just using me, almost an objectification of my body as a sexual object and even a deeper trust of me because I let myself be vulnerable to her. It helped me let go. More or less helpless, splayed open under her, unable to protect my most vulnerable parts, I was not in control of what happened, and didn't have to be responsible for her or my orgasm. I had an orgasm and reached a sexual peak and truly went over the edge with no restraint (save the ones tying me to the bed). Since then I've been nailed by that group I mention in the post. Well, four if you can call that a gang. After a little awkwardness they got into it too, and the fantasies when you begin to get into it are unlike anything else you experience as a man in sex. Like you say it isn't for everyone, and even some who imagine doing it probably wouldn't like the reality, but if you can let go it us probably as close to profound sex as a man has, and no small number of women discover a freedom in bed I don't think they imagined they were capable of doing it to me. Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Wow no your onto my topic strap ons... lots of fun but it isn't for everyone hugs V  I don't see any problem if either or both partners have a bi side so long as they love each other, are honest with each other, and they don't hide their needs or behavior from each other. That said, a man having his woman use a strap on is by no means gay or bi. There are enough nerve ends in that region, not to mention the prostate, that any man who can get past the uptight (sorry about that) attitude is likely to enjoy it when it's done right. I like being able to let go and surrender to my partner and letting her explore her more aggressive sexual side. There's a little discomfort, but it quickly changes, and I think I was a better lover for seeing how she fucked me. People tend to do to their partner what they want their partner to do in return, so I learned a good deal from the women who did this about what they wanted in intercourse. I learned I didn't have to be half as in control and could go a lot harder than I was comfortable with before when I was back in the saddle, and while she still feared anal, she was much more open to anal play after and even learned to have anal orgasms. And for some reason this really lets a woman let go. So many have gotten into it and let go in bed in ways that they never would otherwise fucking me with a strap on. They talk dirty, call you names, almost change personality when the combination of different emotions and feelings collide. When we added a little light restraint and mild role play my wife really got into the mind game of it. She had gone through some shit with men in the past, and I think my ass took some of that frustration, but she was so turned on, that I didn't care. A little soreness the next day was well worth it. She even let go more when I was on top again, and I wouldn't have thought she had anything left to let go of. Several women who have done this have told me they actually reached a point where they imagined they could feel the strap on inside me like a real cock. Certainly when you do experience that anal orgasm it is as close to what a straight man can do that must duplicate what a real cock feels there. If you have any deep dark bi fantasy you don't really think you would be comfortable actually doing, this the perfect safe way to explore them without pushing beyond your comfort zone. She confessed to me some weeks later when she brought up the idea again and I was willing, that part of her fantasy as she was doing it was that she was just using me, almost an objectification of my body as a sexual object and even a deeper trust of me because I let myself be vulnerable to her. It helped me let go. More or less helpless, splayed open under her, unable to protect my most vulnerable parts, I was not in control of what happened, and didn't have to be responsible for her or my orgasm. I had an orgasm and reached a sexual peak and truly went over the edge with no restraint (save the ones tying me to the bed). Since then I've been nailed by that group I mention in the post. Well, four if you can call that a gang. After a little awkwardness they got into it too, and the fantasies when you begin to get into it are unlike anything else you experience as a man in sex. Like you say it isn't for everyone, and even some who imagine doing it probably wouldn't like the reality, but if you can let go it us probably as close to profound sex as a man has, and no small number of women discover a freedom in bed I don't think they imagined they were capable of doing it to me. Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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Wow no your onto my topic strap ons... lots of fun but it isn't for everyone hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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I said I'd tell the first time, and I will. I don't know when my wife thought of this, but it must have been bouncing around in her head for a while. She did some smart shopping at the local sex shop and talked to the girl at the counter so she spent a little more and bought a silicone dildo (they retain body heat) and while she bought a seven inch one, it wasn't half as big as me that way. She also bought anal lube which numbs the area a bit and extra lube. She woke me up about twelve that night leaning over my ear and whispered "I want to fuck you like a man." I could feel the warm silicone dildo damp against my thigh (she used it in her so it would have her body heat), and it took me a little to figure out what was happening, but when she pushed me on my stomach, straddled my ass, and I felt the balls and the heavy head on my ass and knew what was happening. This was a fantasy of hers, and while I'd wondered, I really didn't expect anything to come of it. She rimmed me like I was never rimmed before. then began to stroke my ane (everything sounds nicer in French) rubbing anal lube until she worked a finger in, then when the initial shock wore off and she had two fingers up in me rubbing my prostate from the inside and outside I'll admit I started to want something up there. I won't say I didn't wince. It took a few trys to get the right angle, and the head pushing past the sphincter stretched me pretty far and burned some, but there was quite a bit of anal lube and I was dripping wet. Once the head was in and the shaft came behind it the feeling was at worst unfamiliar. She just sat there in me for a while, stroking my back and ass and talking to me like she was calming a horse between her thighs (well ..._) then she began to move. I can't tell you the exact moment that the discomfort went away and my bowels filled with warmth, the slick dildo practically burning me inside. She moved a little faster, stroked a little deeper in and farther out, and I felt her dripping on me so I knew it turned her on. When I started to lift my ass to push back on the dildo, she leaned over and whispered in my ear "You're my bitch now."  I have no interest in master slave, S&M, and not the slightest desire to dress or be feminine, but when a beautiful green eyed redhead you are madly in love with leans over you, her nipples hard as bullets poking you and her pussy soaking and burning hot dripping down your taint --- being her bitch didn't seem like that bad an idea. Anyway, by that point I was in the beginning phase of a male multiple orgasm, pre cum flowing out of me like a river as my cock beat against my belly. It got pretty hot and heavy after that and by the time she was slamming into me any pain was lost. I don't know exactly how long it was, time is hard to gauge in even average sex, but I remember her slick hand milking me as she pounded me, and flooding her hand when I came. I hesitate to mention this part, but in for a penny in for a pound. We were both damn near drunk on sex by then. She took her palm full of my cum and pushed it in my face and in that damn husky whiskey voiced whisper told me to "Eat it." And, I did. I was so far gone I don't think I tasted it. All I could think of was how turned on she was doing this and how lost she was in the fantasy. I'm not sure at that point she knew it wasn't a real cock. She kept on for a long time after that and I came a second time just before hers hit, a shuddering shaking and quaking orgasm that I felt deep in my guts as if that dildo was really part of her (it was her cock, she told me, she paid for it), and I swear I think I had a genuine anal orgasm as she had one so hard it was all she could do to hang on. Okay, I was sore for a day or so. It was a long time before she did it again, and that time with some inventive new options I'll go into some day (I'll just say ice numbs too ...) and it was great every time. I thought about it a lot, trying to figure out what turned me on so much despite the discomfort minor pain and the whole gay femme thing, and I think I have it. That was the first time in my life I ever had sex where I wasn't in control. Even when you get a blowjob you still control your thrust, your speed ... if you're physically big like me (not just cock size) you've spent a lifetime holding back everywhere but the football field or the boxing ring. But I wasn't in control then. She was, and I trusted her completely --- which was also new for me as a guy. With her weight pinning me, the cock up me, her hot breath on my neck and breasts hard and sweaty against my back it was a kind of sex I always held a little back from --- and she was completely into it. She almost never talked dirty, but that night she said things I didn't know she even thought. And I think for her the being control was as much part of the big orgasm as the dildo rubbing on her clit as she pounded me. To be honest I think she was ravishing me more than making love, and it was good for both of us. I was every guy who ever frustrated or hurt her --- her controlling ex and likely some men she never even mentioned --- every creep or jerk. It helped me too, I did let go a bit more, and as deeply in love with her as I already was I think I trusted that she was just as horny and wanted me just as much as I did her after. I'm not sure before that I really let myself think girls were just as dirty minded and horny as me, but when a woman is pounding your ass panting "fuck that boy cunt," in your ear it's hard to see them as a princess. She did keep teasing she was planning an all girl gangbang, but never got around to that. I just don't know if I'm relieved or disappointed.  Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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