His First Bum Sex

You will never know gratitude more than the gratitude bestowed on you from a well-endowed guy who you’ve had bum sex with! Especially if it’s his first time with anal.


There’s no two ways around it, his cock is pretty big, it’s also really fat. So I have no trouble believing that he hasn’t to date found a cailín willing to attempt it. But if I was able to manage one giant cock up there, I was pretty sure I could manage it again with another. I was adamant that I was going to be the one to take his length up my arse, I wanted to be the girl who did that for him.


Who is this lucky now but unlucky before chap?

He’s been a great lover to date with no agenda not trying to sneakily slip it in all the time (always good when they don’t try this) Seemingly only showing interest in it when I did. In fact he hadn’t really brought it up except to say that he’d never managed it with anyone and would be keen to try it but as if he’d written it off. And just like that he sowed the seed; that I would be placing myself above others if I was the one to do it. To give myself some credit I don’t think this was a very conscious or considered ploy on my part. I just wanted to do it for him. And to give him credit, even if this was a cunning masterplan, it’s always better if I think it was my idea!


Bit of background

My history with anal sex hasn’t been the most illustrious, some terrible mistakes early on have shaped how I view it and approach it. It’s possibly best summed up by likening it to how women in the 50s treated regular sex; I need to really like you, to really trust you and REALLY believe that you’re not going to judge me for wanting and liking your cock in my arse. A lot of guys want anal but they also want to reserve the right to think less of the girl that gives it to them*


Rocky Start

We’ve been at it all night and we’ve had some really fantastic sex, but it’s now the morning and my cunt could maybe do with a break. I’m relaxed, I’ve come a few times and he’s had his fingers in my arse stretching me every now and then too. So I’m very comfortable with how’s he’s treated it. I know that as keen as he is to do it, he is more keen for me to enjoy the experience.


Handing the lube to him I bend over and just tell him to use plenty. He has the lid popped and his hand covered in it before my head hits the pillow. Grabbing my hips he pulls my arse up to him and wriggles two fingers slowly into my arse. It feels tight and slippy and arouses me.

But he has lubed up his other hand and now has his cock primed and ready. This is probably a bit soon, and with hindsight, where we went wrong. He asks if I’m ready and I say I am, because I think I am.

I am not.

While his fingers felt great in there, they are incomparable to his cock and things are too tight and too stretched. This is just pain. He goes slow, very slow, staying close to my ear and whispering encouragement. He is edging ever slightly more in, but at no point does it feel good enough for him to be able to actually fuck me. And when he pushes a fraction to hard I have to stop.


It’s very sore, and I think I’m slightly panicked but I want to keep going. So I remember what I read on another blogger’s website about how she prefers to do anal and I describe this to him.

Ok, according to Girl on the Net, if I curl up on my side, and you spoon me from behind this should make it easier?

Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you?

Yeah, I’m sure, I want to do this. And if it doesn’t work we can give it a rest and try another time.


Round 2

He lubes up my arse again with his fingers and then his cock and places the tip of it just at the opening. This is now perfect so that I can sort of edge myself down onto it and control it. With the head squeezed just in, I move over and back on it, so that I’m fucking his cock slowly more into me with each stroke.

Gently and gingerly at first but as it starts to feel good I go further getting more of it in. He is lightly holding my hips and leaving all of it to me. Soon it feels like it’s nearly all in and I feel so stretched and tight, I’m really enjoying it, so he starts to move with me, to fuck me a bit harder.


I ask him is it all in and as he says Not. Quite. Yet. He presses hard and shoves the last bit of his throbbing hard on into me. This hurts more than I was expecting but only for a sec and then it feels great to have his huge, pulsating dick in me and thrusting.


My cunt is throbbing and I need something at it. But what comes out of my mouth is: Oh god this is fucking good. And his voice is very different when he responds, yeah it really fucking is! And in it I can hear how elated he is, how much he is enjoying it. I need something at my cunt, I tell him and notably gleefully, he slips a hand around my waist and starts to circle my clit.


With my ass filled and my cunt being played with I am in overload. I push back on him and beg him to fuck me harder, it’s deep in my arse and it feels spectacular; amazingly tight yet sliding with apparent ease now.


The harder we fuck the more I want and with his fingers on my clit it isn’t long before I come. Shouting his name and genuinely fucking thrilled with how this has turned around.

My orgasm in turn brings on his and he says,’Aw fuck yes, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, right, deep in your arse’. And he grabs my hips hard for the last final thrust. And I feel him empty himself inside me.



It really was delicious. Possibly the best bum sex I’ve ever had.


And I’m pretty sure he’s been wanking over it ever since (it was only 2 weeks ago though so it’s probably gonna feature highly for a while I think).




*please don’t @ me with any ‘Not all men’ narratives, I know ‘not all men’ do this but enough do that it makes girls wary. Girls = Me

Filthy Alley Sex

Will you order me another milkshake and get the bill, I’m just going to run to the loo.

You just had one?

I know. But get me another one.

Friday Night

I walk off to the loo not explaining myself. It’s about 11 on a busy Friday night at the end of the summer. It’s actually warm in Dublin and we’ve just had the best burgers in the city. We stroll up the street and stop outside the bar that we were in earlier. I hand him the vanilla milkshake, point to the bench and tell him I’ll be right back. He doesn’t argue or say anything, he’s along for the ride.


I get us two Jameson and Baileys and return to him. Asking him to remove the lid of the milkshake I dump the two drinks in and give it a stir with the straw.

It is the perfect strength and utterly delicious.



We stroll across to where he works to collect my bag. I haven’t been there at night and access is down a lane around the side. He puts a key in somewhere I can’t see and a metal shutter rises automatically.


It’s very dark and what little light comes in from the street leaves again as the shutter comes back down. It’s a filthy, narrow alley. There’s bits of discarded shop ware and weeds and the surface is uneven. We’re in a slice between two tall buildings, high up about 3 stories there are lights on and they give some outline to things – but there’s no escaping it, we’re in a grotty alley. And it is turning me on. We’ve had a few drinks and we’re topping that up with our illicit milkshake, I haven’t seen him in a week and he’s promised to fuck me at his work. But we don’t make it inside, I want it here, out in this dark, dingy, lane.


I am so amused at how perfect it is, I’m laughing at its almost movie-like perfection. He stands behind me amused at my amusement, kisses my neck and starts to point out just how filthy this yard is.


And there’s no going back.



I want it now

I take his hand and push it down my jeans, he removes it and sticks his fingers in my mouth to wet them – then returns them to inside my knickers.

The alley is just wide enough to fit a car in, and his is parked here. He turns me to him kiss him and I do for a second before I go put the drink on the boot of the car, it’s too good to drop or knock over. I turn back to him laughing and kiss him again before I pull his belt open and squat down. I can’t kneel, I’d be likely to catch some knee disease but squatting works fine. A fat, hard cock falls towards my mouth and I get my mouth around it.


I don’t care

The windows are open above us, occasionally a shadow passes across one, but it’s a few stories up. I don’t care, I want him to make noise. He moans as I get his cock really wet. I let him slip it right back my throat too and hold it there til I choke just a little. I take it out of my mouth and stand up. Two steps and I can reach the milkshake on the car, I take a sip and hold it in my mouth.


Again I drop to a squat and I slide his dick into my cold, milkshake filled mouth and then I hear him properly moan. Fuck that’s good! Fuck that’s so good.



I suck it until it’s just my warm mouth again. He holds the side of my face and gently fucks it. The light from the above windows is landing right on my face and I look up, I can’t see him but he can see me. He can see his cock sliding in and out of my mouth and one last time he pushes it all the way back my throat until I swallow it. I keep it there until I can’t breath and then I cough it out, and he looks down as my spit trails from his cock to my lips.



He is still watching this as I wipe my mouth and rub it back onto his cock. Without letting go I stand up turn around and get his cock between my thighs and rub it against my wet lips. He spits on his hand and adds it to slickness. And now his cock slides into me and I squeeze to keep it in.



He slowly thrusts into me and I start to make noise, I am so greedy for this right now but I don’t want it to be over too soon. Still standing I bend over even further so he can slide into me even easier. And then I stop and squat down again to suck his dick, tasting myself all over him, licking every bit of myself off his shaft.



He pulls me up and pushes me forward so I can lean against the car and then he starts to fuck me good and hard. His hand reaches around and starts to circle my clit as he pounds me from behind. More, harder I shout and he does, never losing his concentration on my clit.



My cunt is tightening on his dick and I can feel myself almost there and I cry this out. Which in turn elicits a panicked response of how he needs to get a condom on.



This slows us down and brings us both back from the edge. He rolls one on and slides back into me, my hands wide apart, leaning on the car with my jeans and knickers at my knees. Working me with deep thrusts I get his hand back to my clit and in minutes I’m about to come. A shouting, almost drunk, cock crushing orgasm.



I brace myself as he grabs my hips and fucks me as hard as he can to get himself there, it takes seconds. And he makes the most noise he’s made so far as he shoots into me with a low, satisfied roar.




We didn’t even make it inside. This alley might as well be made of diamonds it twinkles so brightly for me!

Dancing On My Own

These words feel huge.

Like I’m a tiny spec trying to hold something enormous; probably only visible to me.


When I’m sad I can’t tolerate the complication that is you

I can’t contemplate it.

When I’m happy, when work and family and the rest of life is going well, I can tolerate it. I can see you and not wonder what the deficit is. Not wonder what this is, not wonder why I let myself be pulled ever further towards drowning, sure why would I? Don’t I think I can swim.

I can’t swim



But in actuality, I am the definition of that Robyn song; I’m in the corner watching you kiss her…

I’m giving it my all, but I’m not the girl you’re taking home…


I keep dancing on my own.




The lust of my life got married last month. Not to me, I might point out. And I was struggling to reconcile how I felt about it. I still don’t know, but I love this song, it makes me happy because at least Robyn knows, she gets it. 

Here it is, if you’ve been living under a rock and don’t know it:

Super Amazing Robyn Track

And that white boy, bleeding heart, cover can get fucked.