Anal for the First Time |
Posted: June 6, 2018 |
There’s one thing we’ve both wanted for a long time – since the very beginning of our relationship. Anal. Proper anal where he can put his dick fully in my ass and actually move it back and forth. We both thought we had slightly warped views of how anal would be. He had and still has a butt obsession and I was scared. We have tried all that time (now over a year) to get closer to our goal but things were slow going. When I still lived alone I was able to practice solo but it didn’t hit the right spot mentally and when he moved to live with me last October, we realised I had severe anxiety regarding anything anal around him. I was scared of my body doing something embarrassing. Far too many horror stories running through my head. We tried getting me a douche in an attempt to ease my anxiety of not being clean enough. But with IBS it really wasn’t a good idea and not needed for me since there has never been anything to clean out. We tried a lot of toys - butt plugs won by far for anal training!, and then we tried the coconut massage which was written about here. It was an amazing bonding experience and helped us get deeper into my ass but the whole thing took over an hour without my prep (adding two hours to the original one) and we didn’t have the time for all of that very often. And then out of the blue I decided we would try properly (aka with dick). I did prep as usual, going to the toilet a few hours before, having a relaxing shower and testing things out with a few toys solo. When my glass dildo – smaller than him – wouldn’t go in I didn’t change my mind, sick of waiting. Hopping down a size, my small silicone plug went in easily and came out clean so it was time. He gave a little massage to start with, where I was on my stomach on a towel, and then tried with his fingers and coconut oil. But it was awkward. Nails. To start with, we had a fair few problems. The angle was wrong between his dick and me, and the lube was making things so slippery outside that it was hard to get him in the right hole. When he was in, we quickly realised things were still very wrong. I went to my knees and elbows with my knees together and my feet apart – a position I had had success with before – and things got easier. Without focusing on my breathing there was stinging and a problematic ache when he went more than a few inches deep. As soon as I brought my mind away from panicing and my ass (and how I would poop!), everything calmed down. The pain eased and then I got to be the one in charge. I tried slowly – moving his dick deeper only when I exhaled – and I managed to take almost all of his seven inches. The ache went from everywhere and he managed to give my g-spot some attention. I didn’t cum because I was too busy concentrating but it felt good. Tight. Like nothing I’d experienced with toys or fingers. He didn’t cum because he was scared of hurting me. But he enjoyed it and said it was better than what he had imagined, putting my worried mind at ease. I was terrified it wouldn’t live up to his expectations. It wasn’t perfect but nothing ever is. It was, however, a huge deal, amazing, and brought us so much closer. One challenge down, many more to go. What are your challenges for the summer?
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