If pegging doesn’t make you gay, well it sure makes you a bitch!
This is a huge misconception and a statement with I heartily disagree. Continue reading Pegging and Being a Bitch
I had been out of the country on business. For two weeks. Or, a little over, actually. And it had been a long two weeks.
After my first time getting pegged (which was an amazing experience) I wrote about about my concerns whether getting pegged would make me want to start doing it with men. It’s a difficult thing to write about because even though I know there’s nothing wrong with being gay, being straight is a part of my identity.
We’ve each got our own hangover cure. For one of those horrible, deep down in your bones hangovers, the cure for me lies in cleaning things out. So that means showering, visiting the commode, and cumming. Continue reading Pegging: The Hangover Cure
My wife and I recently went on holiday. A few weeks before we left, I suggested we choose and buy each other a sex toy for the trip and surprise each other with our choice once we got to the hotel.
I got quite a surprise.
I don’t know how sex starts for most married couples but for us (we’ve been married for a few years now) it usually starts with us getting undressed. It’s not like it used to be.
Well, I just started writing a story which will be the next post chronologically but the previous post if you are scrolling down on your screen. Anyway, rather than talk about condoms and lube in that post, I thought I’d keep that one the story and give the condom/lube topic the attention it deserves.
Man, oh man I hate condoms. Oh, you too?
It’s something I am curious about. Does the idea of pegging your man turn you on? When you are doing it, does it give you pleasure?
I think I can imagine a few scenarios on how it might work but if there are any women reading this, I’d really love your comments on this one. Do you enjoy pegging your guy? Without your comments, here are the scenarios I can imagine.
Continue reading Do Women Enjoy Peggin Men?
It was sexy time. We were freshly showered and naked in the bedroom. I jumped onto the bed and with my wife still standing at the foot of the bed, I spread my legs in what I imagine, were she to make the same gesture, an invitation to dine.
I was, without a shred of subtlety, but with what I hoped was a little comedy, asking her to start the afternoon’s delight by whetting her appetite by… wetting my balls… with her tongue.
One of the benefits of getting pegged is that you know what it’s like to get fucked. My first “anal sex” experience was not with me getting fucked though. It was me fucking a girl I’d met that night and it was her hand that guided me there. However, with a little bit more knowledge I could have done better.
Now, with some experience in both roles – giver and receiver – it puts me in a position to offer some advice to potential anal first timers. Advice I wish I had had.