"Would you like to f*ck my ass?" my recently-met playmate asked.
Never for a second did I doubt the masculinity of this tattooed, muscled guy, who had mentioned of his kink for strapon sex when we first chatted. It was, after all, one of those more novel pursuits that true hot-blooded males would go for, another part of the anatomy that, when stimulated, can deliver waves of pleasure.
He wasn't the first guy to ask me to have strapon sex with, and he wasn't the first whose @rse hole I probed.
But he definitely was the first who yielded to my dominance, and I couldn't get over this feeling of triumph and exhilaration in accomplishing this feat.
I have recently decided to acquire more experience in becoming a d@mme. I have shared this with some friends, and I am glad that little by little the opportunities for this sort of play are presenting themselves.
There is nothing quite like the feeling of being entrusted with his fantasy. As he spread his legs out to me, presenting me with his hard-on and his hole, I felt so excited to be in control of his c*ck pit. Up and down my hands went over his shaft, in and out went my fingers into his tunnel. When it was time to enter, first with a strapon dildo, next with a vibrator, that's when the journey to wonderland began.
The moaning...oh the moaning...Every time a man lets out a soft cry of pleasure, I get turned on. Meantime, the gentle pushing of the strapon's other end into my pelvic bone caused wonderful sensations. I had to be reminded to slow down my thrusting, after all, my hunk of a partner had only a little bit of experience in this.
I will most probably be forever envious of men because of their c*cks, but I wouldn't trade my ability to be multi-orgasmic as well as my capability quick recovery. I can be more patient with men of a limited number of rounds, provided that they are alright with laying on their backs (or on fours) for me and I would take over.
