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  1. 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.


  2. 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.