His Turn To Explain The Pegging

So it was bound to happen, someone has read something about themselves and they would like to counter. And I’m nothing if not fair so I’ve decided to post it here, word for word. I thought about not posting it but…. fuck it, I’m glad he sent it. It’s obviously addressing everything I said in this post here, so it might make more sense to read that first, but you don’t have to.

 

I kind of want to argue a few points but I won’t. There’s nothing here that’s a million miles away from my own thoughts anyway. There are some things I will have to say at the end though.

While this isn’t exatly someone writing a review of sex I had with them it sort of is and it’s somewhat odd to be on the receiving end this time ……. (Yes, I know what I did there)

 

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Abbi Rode… My Arse.

 

 

Yes, it’s me. The little piggy that Abbi pegged and didn’t like it. In truth it’s never that simple, but nothing ever is. Either way, I learnt a bit about being on the receiving end, so why not share?

 

  1. Like so many fantasies, it doesn’t always go the way you expect.

 

I’ll be honest, I love a finger up the bum. If my balls have an emergency eject, it’s a finger pressed/rubbing on my prostrate. Done while I’m getting a blowjob and you can pretty much start counting down from ten until blast off. So a small rubber cock administered by a hot and very kinky girl? I felt safe in assuming that my cock would be like an iron bar. I doubted I’d last more than a minute or so.

 

So why my cock decided that it wasn’t going to make any kind of appearance, I’m not sure. However if I had to guess, I’d put it down to a little fear…

 

  1. Trust is everything. I’ve known Abbi for some time. One thing that will never be lacking is trust. And anyone that reads this blog will know that she isn’t the type to go into a sexual encounter like this without thought; she’s thinking about sex roughly half of her waking life and most of the time she’s asleep.

 

But as a straight guy, I’m not used to having a cock in me. And your arse? It’s a sensitive area. Like riding a rollercoaster, you may know that it’s safe and fun, but you can’t fully drown out that little voice saying that you’re going to end up with a very nasty injury. So you need to be able to relax, which takes time and a very trustworthy partner.

 

  1. You need lube. Spit? Fuck that. I better be like a Slip’n’Slide if that’s going near my arse. And you really can’t take too long preparing. One, two, three fingers, all lubed heavily and introduced gently and with a little bit of time between each. Good grief, don’t just jump right in or you’ll jump right back out, I promise.

 

  1. I have no experience of other cocks. That’s not my cup of tea. But it becomes very obvious that cocks and strap-ons vary in two particular ways. Firstly, a strap-on has very little give. It’s made of rather firm and unbending rubber, which doesn’t help it find its way along the path of least resistance. And secondly, the person it’s attached to can’t feel a thing. Abbi often couldn’t tell if it was in, how deep etc. And being a girl, she was almost as inexperienced in fucking as I was in being fucked.

 

Which all makes a sense of teamwork and communication that bit more important. For what it’s worth, I can definitely see this as being something that gets more fun the more experienced you get at it. So if the first time is fun but not everything you dreamt of, try again.

 

  1. On your back is best. Pull your knees up, grab the straps by her side and pull her in. The eye contact is hot and there’s something very sexy about the role reversal as you lay in a position that you’ve put women into so many times.

 

  1. Yes, it does hurt. It just really bloody stings in an area that you don’t want a hot, stinging sensation. What gets you off is the thought of it, the kinkiness, not the initial sensation.

 

Having said that, once you’ve started and you don’t feel like you’re going to sustain an injury, go for it. I’d almost given up on it feeling good, until Abbi got me into a position where it slid in, didn’t fall out and she could build up a rhythm. Give it thirty seconds or so and it starts to really build into an alien but hot sensation. Although sadly, it never translated into a feeling that could get an orgasm out of me. If I’m honest, one of you needs to be rubbing your cock for this to go anywhere.

 

  1. I can definitely see why this is paired with humiliation or power play. I’m anything but submissive, but bearing in mind how important the mental side of this is, it just makes sense to heighten it with mind games and role play.

 

  1. As a side note, I’ve realised that I clearly have RBF, or “Resting Bitch Face”. Or maybe just Resting Gormless Face, at the very least. As luck would have it, I’ve twice been told that I looked disinterested or confused by something in the past fortnight when the opposite was true. I clearly just have a blank or worried face when I’m concentrating or thinking. So while Abbi fretted over my worried expression, I was simply concentrating on the physical sensations that I was feeling. Again, communication is key…

 

  1. It’s not for everyone. Like most men, when you realise that something isn’t going to make you come (and it’s not something that’s going to get her off like oral, which I love), you get bored. So eventually I told Abbi that it was her turn to get fucked. The contrast as you go back to something that feels amazing made me realise that this probably wasn’t something I’d need to try. Having said that…

 

  1. I’m glad I did it. So incredibly glad. It was something I’d wanted to try for a long time and I did. And above all, it put me in a woman’s shoes. I’ve had anal sex with several women, most of who enjoyed it, but you realise how much trust they’re placing in you. Most of the advice above could apply as easily to a woman as a man. I’d go so far as to say that any guy that wants to try anal ought to be willing to be on the receiving end.

 

And if anyone wants to know about Abbi… Well, she’s exactly as she comes across on Twitter. Just hotter and a bit better in bed than she lets on (seriously). And she tastes delicious…

 

 

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So there you have it. That’s what he really thought of it.

I thought about taking out those last two lines – but I’ll just argue with them instead. I’m not exactly as I come across on Twitter, I am not one dimensional. This is an outlet for me but it’s not who I am in entirety. Which only serves to prove my point with this ex beau – he only saw one side of me and I think he believes that the above is what I would have wanted to hear.

Abbi is the attention seeking, unflitered, gallery-playing-to side of me. The real me has filters and is (I hope) multifaceted.

But I’m certainly not churlish enough to bother refuting that claim that I taste great. What would be the point….!

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