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  1. Anal Sex Month

    August 21, 2015 by Nikki Blue

    I know that we are ass-deep in Anal August, but life, mostly business, has gotten in the way of writing about one of my favorite topics—butt love.

    Anyway, I thought it was time to give a new cover. I love this one hard because she has stretchmarks. Sadly, I had to cover them with the title, but you can still see them peeking through. You may have to squint one eye and close the other to see them, but they’re there.

    And because the book has a sexy new cover, AND to celebrate Anal Sex Month, I’ve given it an irresistible new price of 99 cents.

    For realsies, y’all.

    Oh, and to the dude who said the old cover reminded you of a grandma taking it up the ass, I’m watching you.

    , Smashwords, Barnes & Noble

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  2. Jesus, Virginity, and Anal Sex

    November 18, 2014 by Nikki Blue

    I shared this hilarious video from Garfunkel and Oates on Facebook the other night because well, it’s pretty fucking fantastic. But after I watched it the second, okay, fifth time, I realized it skimmed along the same conversation I’d had with my teenage daughter about anal sex, but in reverse. Minus the Jesus part. Oh, and the clitoris being Satan’s doorbell, but other than that, it was pretty close. And as a sex-positive parent, it’s my job to teach her anal sex isn’t a loophole, it’s a choice– HER choice. Also, Jesus doesn’t belong in anyone’s holes. Wait…

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  3. An Anal Heart-to-Heart

    May 17, 2014 by Nikki Blue

    Paper heart, anal sex advice

     

    With my friends, I’m open about my love of anal play, all forms of it. And with Mr. K, I top, bottom, and I relish in every delicious moment of both. I also enjoy dispelling the stigma attached to anal penetration, and engaging in lively discussions about the pleasures of it—the intimacy. I’m an open book about the joys of anal sex and will speak candidly to anyone who asks, but when my teenage daughter broached the subject, I confess I was a bit unprepared.

    As we cleaned out the garage one afternoon, out of the blue she said that she knew of girls at her high school who’d had anal sex. I was like wait, what? I mean, I’d heard tales and read articles about college age girls experimenting with anal sex under the misguided notion that it kept their virginity intact—and to prevent pregnancy—but fourteen and fifteen year old kids?

    Fuck me…

    I took a deep breath. This was my daughter, after all.

    When most girls her age, I assumed, wondered about handjobs or blowjobs, she wanted to talk about something that, for all intents and purposes, should have been well beyond her radar. She wanted to talk about anal sex, which to me, is sex in its rawest, most vulnerable form. And I knew that whatever it was that I said to her would define her impressionable thoughts about the act. It was a conversation I couldn’t fuck up.

    How much was I going to tell her, though? Was I going to tell her how much I loved anal sex with Mr. K? Um, HELL no. Even I have limits to what I will say. They’re few, but I do have them. I did, however, tell her that even though she may think anal sex is dirty and kind of gross, one day she may have a much different opinion.

    Let me shed a little light about my daughter for a moment. She’s a cautious one, more so than I am, and she just recently had her first kiss. It was an act of affection she realized she wasn’t ready for. It made her so uncomfortable that she told the boy he was moving too fast and ditched him. There are days I wonder if she’s truly mine.

    Anyway, I made sure that she knew that there was nothing wrong with anal sex, that it’s a sexual act that both men and women find great pleasure in, but it’s not to be taken lightly. I told her she was way too young to comprehend the amount of trust that is required for anal adventures. Then I went further, using the doorway she’d opened as a teaching moment, emphasizing the risks of STDs, STIs, and of course, the long term effects of anal sex done incorrectly.

    “There’s a wrong way to do it?” she asked, her eyes super-big.

    “Oh yeah,” I said. “Anal penetration should never be rushed. And sometimes, regardless of how well you clean, things can get dirty.”

    “Ew, Mom. I really didn’t need to know that much.”

    “Yeah, you did. You just don’t know it yet.”

    I don’t know how many kids would feel comfortable enough to talk to their parents about anal sex, but I can’t imagine that those numbers are high. My kid was, though. She was afraid, not so long ago, to confess her first kiss, but after that hurdle, she trusted our relationship enough to come to me about a topic that even she recognized as a sensitive one. Will I ever tell her that I’m a super-huge fan of anal sex? Probably not. But I will tell her that if she ever decides that she’s curious about it, she should wait until she has a partner whom she trusts implicitly, and that regardless of what misinformation the kids at school are spouting, opting for anal sex over vaginal penetration does not classify you as a virgin. Nor should it ever be thought of as means of birth control.

    Dumbass kids.

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  4. Anal Sex: Science’s Last Taboo

    April 4, 2014 by Nikki Blue

    So how much do we really know about anal sex and pain? Not much, apparently. And this study proves it. Also…

     

    smile

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  5. Accidental Scat

    February 13, 2014 by Nikki Blue

    Naked female body covered with chocolate

     

    Anal play—many varieties of it—are a super sweet selection on the sex menu Mr. K and I share. It has been from the beginning of our relationship. Anal activities are like the two sides of a coin that he holds in his hand. On one side I’m dominant. I face-sit him, smother him, and as he begs for it, I shove my fingers into his mouth after they’ve been inside of my ass. But when he flips that coin—and he always does—I’m incredibly submissive. I crave his hands around my throat, his presence in my thoughts, and “good girl” rolling from his tongue. I never really know which way the coin will land until he tosses it. Yes, he totally tops me from the bottom.

    Because we desire ass play the way we do, I’ve always been diligent in making sure my butt cave is sparkling clean for anal adventures. Plus, I’m big-time OCD. My anal cleanliness has often astounded Mr. K, though. So much that he bows to it, worships it, and doesn’t hesitate to pluck my plug from my asshole with his mouth. It’s kind of like my superpower. But during a recent round of ass lovin’, he realized the taste on his tongue was suddenly amiss. It wasn’t the mildly tart flavor he dreamed about in between visits. It was scat, y’all.

    “Um, baby, you’re not clean,” he said as he examined my asshole.

    Horrified, I bolted upright on the bed with a million thoughts buzzing through my brain. How did it happen? WHY did it happen? I’d done everything I was supposed to do to make sure I was clean, everything I’d always done. But what really freaked me out was that Mr. K found me unclean with his MOUTH. I feared it would ruin his taste for anal play.

    Embarrassed beyond belief, I wigged out. “What? But how can that be? I’m the Queen of Clean!”

    He chuckled, gargled with mouthwash—twice—and washed his hands. “You were the Queen of Clean.”

    Don’t misunderstand, I know the risks of coming into contact with butt stuff. I even wrote a about it, but until then, it had never happened to us. To be honest, I think I was far more upset about the anal derailment than Mr. K. For us, anal is intimacy in its purest form. It’s powerful, deeply felt, and even though the absence of it was noticed, the night was no less magical. The next morning he got down on his knees behind me, spread my cheeks, and flicked his tongue across my sensitive pucker. I wanted it desperately, but I panicked, afraid I wasn’t clean. He confessed he was worried too and refocused his attention to my pussy instead. It was the first time I’d held anything back from him and that alone was enough to send me into a tailspin.

    In the days after, we talked and laughed about it, agreeing that one anal misadventure in two years wasn’t bad at all. I vowed I would do my best to make sure our next anal playtime would be a squeaky clean one. But the morning of his most recent visit, I woke to find I’d started my period and anxiety bloomed. It wasn’t the thought of Auntie Flo turning our sexy time into a threesome dynamic that made my stomach turn, it was the fact that anal cleansing is extra challenging during my period. I worried that anal ecstasy would once again be thwarted. I’m no quitter, though, and I persevered until I was in the clear. Although, I did tell Heather I may consider using an enema next time to make double sure I’m as clean as possible. Because I’m anal.

    Still a little gunshy, I didn’t breathe easy until I heard the muffled sounds of Mr. K’s pleasure as he spread my cheeks open. Then all at once it seemed, my anal confidence returned in a rush, and I watched him in the mirror as he licked, fingered, and inhaled what he loved. The desire to feel him push into me while his skin pressed to mine was suddenly overwhelming and I begged him to fuck me, to take what was his. I needed it. We both did. And as he asked how much I’d missed Daddy’s cock deep inside my ass, he filled me with his come.

    I snuggled up to Mr. K and turned on to my back to prevent butt germs from migrating to my vag, both of us feeling a sense of relief and somewhat giddy. He told me how amazing I was, joked that the Queen was back, and high-fived me for successful anal. I laughed and relaxed into his arms, realizing how silly I’d been about our little setback. Yes, it was embarrassing, but in the grand scheme of things it really was a minor incident. The simple truth is that regardless of how hard we try to control them, our bodies are fickle and tend to do whatever the fuck they want. And sometimes, shit just happens.

     

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  6. On Pegging

    January 3, 2014 by Nikki Blue

    It’s not often I stumble across writing that blows my panties off. Metaphorically speaking, of course. But when I read Josef Abrams On Pegging on FetLife, I may or may not have jumped up and down shouting FUCKING NAILED IT! Okay, fine, so I did. And HE did. It is by far the best piece I’ve read on pegging from the male perspective. So read, enjoy, and talk amongst yourselves. <snort> I kid! Leave comments; juicy ones.

    On Pegging / Josef Abrams

    re-posted with permission

    This is not about me submitting. This is not about being dominated. This is all about me getting fucked. If you get off on the control aspect, the power exchange aspect, or the role reversal aspect, great. Get off on whatever gets you off. For me, this is about getting fucked, in the ass, by a woman, that I find sexy, attractive, and deserving enough to share this with. Make no mistake – this is about me.

    If you spend more than a few minutes looking for pegging porn online you will typically find men in submissive postures, Fem Dom porn, huge strap-ons, and lots of humiliation. That’s not the way it has to be. That’s not the way I enjoy pegging for pegging’s sake. If, huge if, we are in a D/s relationship and you decide that it’s time to make me grovel on my knees and destroy me with a horse cock strap on, well I don’t have much say. The act, for me, is then submission, not pegging.

    Generally I prefer some amount of role reversal, but I like extra kink on everything: a tight cock ring, rough sex, name-calling, hair pulling, face slapping, spitting, and degradation. I want to get fucked. Don’t get me wrong, there might be a time where I’d enjoy some gentle bend over boyfriend lovemaking, but in general I want to get fucked porn star style.

    Unless it’s in a D/s aspect I need some notice. I like to get cleaned up. I like to rub one out a few hours before. Trust me, I need to, or I’m not going to last and I want to last. That want to last is going to be the only reason I might want my hands bound or a gates of hell on my cock. I don’t want to cum too soon and once I’m in the “I love getting fucked like this” headspace, a gust of wind is all it would take to set me off.

    Now, when I say I want to be fucked I mean it just like that. I want to get fucked just like any girl on the planet wants to get fucked. I want foreplay, I want reciprocating oral, I want you to pay attention to me, and focus on giving me pleasure.

    Your strap-on and harness is going to matter. I said “I want you to fuck me.” I didn’t say “I want you to use this toy on me.” I can do that myself. Your harness should be comfortable for you and hold your strap on in place firmly so that there isn’t a need for constant readjustment. Your strap-on doesn’t need to be Jon Holmes sized. Most are going to be uncomfortable at that girth. Remember most commercial strap-ons are made with the idea women will be receiving them and come in a very thick diameter. Sadly, I’m an amateur. I don’t take anything in my ass near enough accommodate the massive cocks. Length is where it is. It needs to be long enough to hit my prostate. The bigger the head, the better. That’s more surface area stimulating my prostate. I don’t mean 13.5 inches long and skinny. You bottoming out in my colon does nothing for me but, make me clench up and focus more on the pain then the potential pleasure. I understand this is all subjective to the receiver and what they can accommodate but, this is my perspective.

    Make me comfortable. Make out with me. Hot, passionate kissing. Grab my cock, jerk me off a little. When was the last time you tried anal sex when you weren’t turned on and relaxed. As much as I enjoy pegging I still get nervous about it. Once you are fucking me it’s not all about fucking my ass. I have abs, pecs, nipples, arms, a cock, a mouth, and a brain that all need to be stimulated. Don’t let me touch myself for more than a few seconds at a time until we both decide I want to cum. It will be hard for me not to but, help me. If I we talk about pegging what I’m asking you to do it to fuck me the way you want to get fucked and when you want to get fucked isn’t it about your pleasure more than mine?

    Position is something else of an inaccuracy portrayed in porn. The curve of a normal strap on is going to miss my prostate just like the curve of a normal cock is going to miss your g spot in many positions. I’m not saying that doggy style isn’t going to be fun but, it’s not going to provide the most prostate stimulation that missionary or “cowboy” (in this case) would provide. Remember then main stimuli here is your cock directly stimulating my prostate. A curved “realistic” strap on will be better suited from on top and flat back positions. The straighter the strap-on the better it will be for all positions.

    When talking dirty forget for a second that your cock is rubber. Saying things like “I wish I could feel you.” or “I wish I could cum all over you.” are going to be mood breakers. Indulge the fantasy. Your cock is the most real thing in the world at this point for me. Own that. Trust me, at this point I wish you could fill me with your cum or let loose in my face. Remember I want to be your porn star whore right now.

    Like with any sex act I want us both to enjoy ourselves, I want passion, I want an amazing orgasm, and for this one act I want it to be about me.

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  7. Confessions of an Anal Whore

    September 9, 2013 by Nikki Blue

    Anal Whore

    In my defense, it was Britt’s fault. All of it. She knew the heavens would open and a chorus of angels would sing when she tweeted the photograph of Anal Whore undies. She knew I would be blinded by tears of joy as I said, “they’re so beautiful.” She knew she was sparking a mad mission to find the aforementioned Anal Whore undies. She also knew I would not rest until Anal Whore was written across my ass. She knew it ALL.

    See? Totally Britt’s fault.

    The hunt began immediately. I scoured every corner of the internetz for them, but Google was defiant, refusing to give me what I’d asked for. Instead it mocked me with a plethora of links that would take me to anal whore porn, anal whore wearing underwear porn, and anal whore smoking wearing underwear porn. Google hates me, obviously. Mr. K even joined in on the search because hellooooo, ANAL WHORE UNDIES. He looked hard. Heh…hard. *ahem* Even though I’d be willing to bet I totally won in the “Jesus Fucking Christ” department.

    Exhausted and dismayed, I decided designing my own was the only way I would own a pair of Anal Whore undies. I scanned Cafe Press for undies– *blech* I perused Zazzle– what do you mean you don’t sell undies? But then I found them, I created them, and hysterical laughter ensued. Sort of like Dr. Frankenstein, but with WAY better hair, according to Heather.

    A few days later, I ran past the teen to my bedroom, ignoring her inquiry about the small package I clutched to my chest. I locked the door behind me and kicked my running shoes off as I tore open the plastic with my teeth, dumping my new Anal Whore undies on the bed. I couldn’t help but squeal with delight when I saw them. They were pretty, they were pink, and they were mine.

    <more hysterical laughter>

    Finally naked except for my Anal Whore undies, I set up the tripod at the end of my bed and shoved the stacks of laundry I’d been folding out of view.

    Mom?

    What?

    I need those pillowcases.

    Now? You need them NOW?

    What are you doing?

    I’m working on, um, something. I’ll bring you the pillowcases later.

    I set the timer on the camera and lunged for the bed, stretching out into my best cat-like pose as I waited for the shutter to click. I knew it would be the first shot of at least 112, so I wasn’t terribly surprised when I’d only captured half of my ass in the frame. Hey, taking selfies is hard, y’all. I studied my error and calculated the corrections, moving the camera a little to the left. I set the timer and I dove again.

    Mom?

    *motherfucker*

    WHAT?

    We’re going to play basketball.

    Okay.

    When do you want me home?

    I don’t care.

    *click*

    Huh?

    Six.

    Okay, bye.

    *click*

    Logically, I should have waited until the kids were in bed to stage my home photo shoot, but because I have the patience of a gnat, there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell of that happening. And it was going well, sorta. But with the boys heading outside, there was a very real possibility they would spot me through the blinds, mostly naked and on my knees. I mean, I could have closed them, but the lighting was perfect. After a few (hundred) more shots, I got what I wanted and emailed the final photograph to Mr. K. I believe his immediate response was fuck me that’s hot, or something like that.

    Feeling all warm & fuzzy about the smile I’d put on Mr. K’s face and the bulge in his shorts, I redressed, put the camera away, and refolded the laundry on the bed. And when I took one last glance around the room before opening the door, it seemed as though I’d never been there, because I’m a ninja. But mostly because I’m anal. Heh…anal.
    Note to self: in the future, wash Anal Whore undies separate from the other household inhabitant’s laundry. <face palm>

     

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  8. Anal Orgasms Are Hard, Y’all

    June 7, 2013 by Nikki Blue

    I’ve pondered anal orgasms for days now and I’m no closer to knowing what to write about them than I am to receiving a shiny Mother of the Year award for my outstanding parenting skills. I’m tired and I’m frustrated, and all I can think about is how I’d sell one of my kids to a band of gypsies for a stack of buttermilk pancakes with boysenberry syrup, but I digress.

    I realize I’m struggling with this particular subject matter because despite how often Mr. K and I have anal sex, I’ve never actually experienced an anal orgasm. Sure I’ve had clitoral orgasms during our anal sexcapades, and the delicious sensation that shoots straight to my clit when Mr. K penetrates my asshole is wickedly intense. I haven’t orgasmed from anal stimulation though. And I really want to.

    Rumor has it the female anal orgasm occurs from indirect stimulation of the G-Spot through the vaginal wall, but science suggests the nerve endings that flood the anus move through the same nerve that activates the clitoris; the pudendal nerve. So which is true? Who the fuck knows. Finding concrete information regarding the female anal orgasm has been nearly as challenging as finding a lone silver sequin in a glitter factory. Even with my internet ninja skills. Most search results provide links to videos on porn sites and we all know that’s always a credible source. *eye roll* Some argue its existence altogether, saying the anal-o is nothing more than a sexy creation of orgasm mythology.

    I disagree with the naysayers though. They’re harder to find, but there are women who have had what seems to be the elusive anal orgasm. They can be found spouting their experiences with what is apparently the Super Bowl of orgasms on FetLife, message boards, and blogs. I’ve read in some cases where anal orgasms are so powerful women have passed out from them, gushed like a fire hydrant, or they were so overwhelmed with pleasure they were left shaking uncontrollably. I confess I’m totally down with that.

    Prostate orgasms are a different story though. The interwebs are damn near busting at the html with hard facts, benefits and techniques. Using diagrams, websites and books on the art of prostate pleasure tell us the gland is located one to two inches inside a man’s rectum toward the front of his body. And they tell us that we can give our men mindblowing orgasms by massaging the walnut shaped gland with our finger or a dildo. The first time I did this to Mr. K, he found the stimulation extremely pleasurable but when he said he felt like he was going to pee I stopped, worried I was doing it wrong. But they say it’s normal for the man to feel like he’s going to pee just before a prostate orgasm. Well, “they,” whoever you are, I’ll be testing this theory when Mr. K visits in a few days.

    We spent some time today talking about my anal orgasms, or lack thereof, and Mr. K asked if there is something we’re not doing right. I didn’t have an answer for him. But realistically, orgasm or not, how can something that feels so amazing be wrong? We’re not giving up on them though. We’ve vowed to dedicate ourselves to the worthy cause of discovering the almighty anal orgasm. You know, for science.

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  9. Anal Play vs. Scat Play: Setting the Record Straight

    May 31, 2013 by Nikki Blue

    I’ve rewritten the opening paragraph of this blog post three times now and I’m still not sure I won’t come off sounding like a raging bitch, but you know what?

    Fuck it.

    Anal play has been a hot topic between Heather and me as of late. More so than usual, because Heather has been dealt a handful of harsh criticisms and unwarranted judgments that have been slung with the carelessness of mud. I think it goes without saying my hackles are raised and the claws are out in defense against this pack of close-minded kinksters who believe ALL anal activities fall into the scat play category. This, my kinky friends, is what I call bullshit.

    Viewed as extreme by the majority of kinksters, scat play is loosely defined as getting sexual pleasure from the excretion of feces. Whether it’s from the sight, smell, taste or feel of it, there are those who get off on it. Sometimes scat, also known as scatophilia, is part of a submissive’s desire to be used as a human toilet. Sometimes it’s part of enema play, and there are some Masters who incorporate it into slave training. Like many other kinksters, scat play is a hard limit for me. Like super fucking hard.  Anal play, however, refers to any sexual activity that stimulates the anus. It’s a blanket term used to describe analingus or rimming, fingering, fisting, the use of anal toys, and anal intercourse. It does NOT include the consumption of or anything else pertaining to scat.

    I give a lot of thought to anal play beforehand, making sure my ass is as clean as it can possibly be, because the last thing I want to do is give Mr. K more than he bargains for when I pull the jeweled plug from my asshole and shove it in his eager mouth. Now does that sound like scat play? Didn’t think so.

    There are some who will argue that regardless of the level of preparation, the anus is still a dirty place. I’m not naive to this. I understand that it doesn’t matter how little I eat the day I know Mr. K will worship my ass, or how well I cleanse internally with a douche bottle, there is still the possibility of trace amounts of feces. But that doesn’t stop me from kissing him after he’s tongue fucked my asshole or giving him a blow job that makes his knees buckle after he’s, well, you know. That still doesn’t classify it as scat play as far as I’m concerned.

    Scat play and anal play are clearly different fetishes and saying they are the same doesn’t make it so. I find no appeal whatsoever in scat, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to condemn a person who does either. There’s too much judgment floating around the kinky community as it is, which in Heather’s words is super shitty. And for those who don’t feel that they need more than a soapy shower before a round of anal sex, guess what: still not scat play. With that being said, all fetishes have lines that can easily blur, but with good communication and a clear understanding of limits, those lines are less likely to lose focus.

    Anal play is an important element of the sexual connection Mr. K and I share. It has been from our first night together. And as our relationship and roles have evolved, the purpose of our anal play has grown deeper. We give ourselves freely, allowing the incredible sensations, both physical and mental, to take control of our bodies. The high is more addictive than any drug. So anytime a person, kinky or otherwise, passes judgment on me because of their own hang-ups, I’ll defend myself. And when they push me into a corner trying to shove their definition of anal play down my throat or when they attempt to devalue what I feel is the most powerful expression of intimacy, back up because I’m coming out swinging.

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  10. Anal Sex – Part 2

    May 27, 2012 by Nikki Blue

    When Heather suggested we write about anal sex this week, I was all over it. Literally and figuratively. Seriously, who doesn’t love some buttsex? Okay, okay, I know not everyone finds it pleasurable, but to me it’s the most intimate way I can give myself to my partner. It’s a fan-fucking-tastic feeling when he lays his hands on top of mine, lacing his fingers through my own, and claims me as he whispers “mine” into my ear.

    *swoon*

    I’ve always enjoyed anal sex. When I got married, however, that desire was put in a box with everything else that my close-minded ex husband didn’t consider “normal” sexual practices. Now that I’m divorced my life is different. I have an amazing partner, and with him I have taken my appreciation of anal sex to new heights. He thinks I “ooze sex,” and loves everything about my body, but he especially loves my ass. Holy Jesus does that man love my ass. He loves it with his fingers, his tongue, and of course, his cock.

    For me, it takes a tremendous amount of trust and strength to submit to anal play. My partner recognizes that anal sex releases the submissive in me, making the desire to please him overwhelming at times. My head spins, my heart races, and I can’t focus on anything but him. He holds me close afterwards, kissing me, touching me, giving me the care I need to come down safely from the high of the all-consuming moment we’ve shared. He tells me what a good girl I am, because he knows it soothes me, and he thanks me for giving myself to him.

    Anal sex isn’t only about being on my knees with my face shoved into a pillow and my ass in the air. It’s more personal than that. It’s any position that allows the intimacy of his skin touching mine, my hands in his hair, or our eyes locked on each other’s. It’s knowing and feeling that he appreciates and respects what I give him.

    I admit that wearing a strap-on makes me feel powerful, and watching the reflection in the mirror of me taking his body with beads of sweat running down mine is wonderfully hot. It’s an intimate moment between the two of us and every bit of my focus is on his needs, his pleasure. I don’t try to mimic the acrobatic positions I’ve seen on PornHub. That’s not the reality of anal sex. Reality is laying him on his back with a pillow under his ass, and wrapping his legs around me as I penetrate him. It’s his eyes glazing over in pure ecstasy as he pleasures himself. It’s watching him explode like the grand finale at the end of a spectacular fireworks display. Reality is the satisfaction of giving him what he wants.

    The first time I fucked my partner with a strap-on, I was a little anxious. It was a first for both of us and I didn’t want to go too fast or hurt him in anyway. I let him guide me, telling me what to do, and the sounds of his pleasure as I penetrated him washed away any doubt I might have had. He doesn’t require the aftercare that I need, but powerful orgasms are always followed by quiet moments of holding and touching. It’s a closeness that is unparalleled.

    Butt plugs are something I wasn’t crazy about at first. I’d been instructed by a Dom to wear one and because of that, I thought it brought my submissiveness outside of the bedroom. I had a big problem with that. But, I realized that’s not what it did at all and I’ve grown to love them.

    There was a time when I wore a butt plug because it helped me to refocus my scattered emotions when my marriage was crumbling around me. It gave me a sense of control. A little odd maybe, but true. Then I wore it mainly when I masturbated because the orgasms were incredible. Now I wear my favorite stainless steel plug with the sparkly jeweled base because my partner finds it unbelievably sexy. I wear it when he instructs me to do so. I wear it to please him. I also like to use one on him. And I like to remind him that his ass is mine.

    At this point in my life, incorporating anal play into a sexual relationship is something I don’t take lightly. I need to feel a cerebral connection, I need to feel trust, and I need to feel safe. Without that combination, it just won’t happen. I’m not a twenty-something anymore trying to make sense of my wants and needs, I understand them now and I’ve accepted them. I’m finally confident about who and what I am, and I’m proud of it.

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