Prompted by a comment left by the lovely girl with the pink teacup, today I thought I would discuss with you why fucking a boy with a strap-on is one of my very favourite ways to make love. And for my opinions on love-making, please see here.
I am sure that when most people visualise a woman fucking a man with a strap-on, they picture some amazonian dominatrix and a weedy little man bent over something. But that is not the way. Not the way at all. Well maybe for the unenlightened.
And I haven't always included this particular activity in my list of favourites. There was a time when I too thought it was all about bending him over and sticking something up his arse. However, one night at a party, I had to fulfill a promise I had made to Alistair. A time before, when we were particularly wasted at another party, he had pleaded with me to fuck his arse. And I had declined because I was too high, it was time to go home, and the concept wasn't quite working for me. Despite this, I left with the promise that the next time around...
Next time around had arrived. The party had wound down, most people had left, and we were alone in the living room. As I recall, I had him on all fours on the floor, with a rubber-gloved, lubed finger in his arse, and a cock strapped to my groin. And this is how I began fucking him. "This isn't too bad," I thought to myself.
"This isn't too bad" isn't good enough, where sex and I are concerned.
And somewhere along the way, Alistair stopped me. He turned himself over so that he was laying on his back looking up at me. As I pushed inside of him, I could see the look in his eyes, see his lips move as a moan softly escaped them. As I lowered myself to kiss him, I felt his soft, naked flesh brush my breasts, and I felt enveloped in one of the most intimate experiences that one might have. There is something quite intoxicating about each little noise made by your lover as you slowly slide inside and out of them.
And I wondered, is this how it feels to fuck me like this? That night, I obviously did not learn what it was like to have a cock. But I did learn what it feels like to penetrate someone, to watch their face, their eyes change, to feel their legs wrap around my back. Being penetrated is qualitatively different to penetrating, and a person's reactions to one or the other follow this. And I liked swapping places with my lover. A lot.
Though we were not in love at the time, were high on MDMA and oxytocin, which amounted to a rather good simulation. So this is how I know that strapping on my harness is one of my very favourite ways to make love.