A wisp of hair was trapped in the corner of my open mouth as I rocked back and forth on top of him, naked and gasping for air.
“Would you fuck me with a strap-on?” he asked, holding my head in his hands, his eyes searching mine for my honest reaction.
“Wait, what?”
The question came as a complete shock, causing me to crash hard from the high of my last orgasm.
“What… Pfft… No way… Why would you… I’m not a… Pfft… I mean… Hm… Maybe…”
The thing is, I’m sexually submissive. I shouldn’t have even been intrigued by the suggestion of topping him, but I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. Quite honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Then I began to question why I was infatuated with the idea of being the dominant one in our relationship, and that just opened up a whole new can of worms to be sorted through.
On his advice, I turned to femdom porn and watched women fuck men, and women fuck women countless times wearing strap-on’s. I found it fascinating how the men in the videos surrendered completely as they were fucked every which way, and then it hit me. I would look fabulous wearing a strap-on and stilettos.
Oh yeah, I was totally gonna to do it, but first I needed to do what I do best. Ok, the other thing I do best. I needed to shop.
Being the anal person that I am (shut the fuck up), I read review after review, and I made notes listing the pros and cons of the different harness styles. Who knew there were so many different types to choose from? I sure as hell didn’t, and I was positive my brain was on the verge of a strap-on shutdown. I studied crotchless, thong style, jock style, corset, hipster, vibrating, leather, vinyl, vegan, vac-u-lock, power lock, O-ring, double penetration…
Sweet baby Jesus, I was more confused than ever.
It was time to call in the big guns. I had no idea what in the hell I was doing and was ready to sob convulsively at the mere thought of reading one more review about how that particular harness was the “best ever.”
Heather, deeply concerned that I was dangerously close to banging my head against the wall repeatedly while mumbling strap-on options, asked the infamous for her opinion on the subject because clearly, it had become a life or death situation. I would’ve paid money to see the waiter’s face when he stumbled upon that dinner conversation. Good money.
With Liri’s recommendations, my quest for the perfect strap-on ended quickly when I decided on the Annie-O from Outlaw Leathers because, well, it’s hot. Sadly, Outlaw is not producing these sexy harnesses anymore and I had a bit of a time tracking one down, but thanks to Smitten Kitten, I got what I wanted and was able to narrowly avoid a full on temper tantrum.
You’re welcome.
