Peg me! Please!
I’m not sure why pegging was such a scary kink for me to finally get up the nerve to try. Perhaps it is the power exchange. I tend to want to be the dominant partner in bed.
Maybe it was some latent fear that it might somehow be perceived as gay by my partner. Of course, that isn’t to imply that there is anything at all wrong with being gay. Far from it! I just didn’t want my partner to get the wrong impression. After all, if Mrs. Ten started wondering whether I might be into guys, that would probably have a pretty huge impact on our relationship.
Of course, it is also not to say that wanting to try anal play has anything to do with a person’s orientation. Wanting to have my prostate tickled is most certainly not the same as being sexually attracted to other guys.
Sigh…sometimes the scars of one’s upbringing and the continued mischaracterizations of kink by society can be hard to overcome. It’s funny how trying to convey your sexual identity through the lense of cultural stereotypes can limit what you can communicate…🤔
Perhaps it was simply the demands of parenthood. I’m well aware that the noises I make when I come from prostate stimulation are loud enough to wake up the whole block.
I don’t know, but I was definitely a bit apprehensive about it.
I have, over the years, accrued a reasonable amount of experience in just how much I enjoy prostate play on a solo basis. However, prior to our recent encounters I’d never been able to come simply from thrusting something against my prostate. It felt good, to be sure, but without some vibration or just a little bit of stimulation for my cock I could never quite push myself over the edge.
That all changed this past week when Mrs. Ten and I had the opportunity to take a bit of a second honeymoon. We packed everything carefully. Clothes…check. Hiking boots…check. Swimwear…check. Big bag of sex toys…check! Then, we happily dropped our luggage at the counter and flew off to paradise.
Even in paradise it took a bit of time to work up the nerve. But, finally, after a good amount of foreplay, I took the plunge.
I have a pretty well-established routine for anal play. A visit to the bathroom is step one on the list, followed by a little lube, and manual stimulation. Then, a medium sized butt plug, lots of lube, and some hand-washing. Once I have that plug in it’s just a matter of waiting for a bit to let my sphincter relax. Then, I’m ready to go.
It usually takes a good half hour for me to be really ready for penetration and the more distracted I am while I wait the better. Our first time, Mrs. Ten needed a bit of help with the harness. One of the straps around the ring had come undone and she needed a little assistance reattaching her lady-cock to her body. Awkward, but funny, that little bit of ice-breaking was all we needed to get comfortable with the idea.
Then, it was on to the foreplay. I think I had underestimated just how amazing it would be to SHARE a kink with her rather than just talk about it. Every kiss was hotter, every touch magnified. There was something indescribably intimate about it. Like my mind was on fire as well as my body. Fingering her beneath her harness was a constant reminder of what we were doing and I think we were both more than ready when I finally pulled out my plug, lubed her up, straddled her, and slid her “cock” into my ass.
Mrs. Ten, definitely wanted to give this a go and had said as much on multiple occasions, but she was a little concerned that she might thrust into me too hard…or not enough, if we were to try any other position. So, we agreed that having me on top might resolve some of those issues since I could control depth and pace. We also started with the smaller of the two dildos that had come with our harness.
After a little gentle rocking, to make sure everything was working as expected, we got down to the real fucking. It felt so good to have her thrusting into me while I slid up and down. But having her grab my cock and stroke me, just amped it up even further. Eventually our pace became a bit frenetic and she had to give that up, but it definitely helped get me into my comfort zone.
Coming from prostate play is always a totally different sensation for me than when I come during regular sex. During sex I’m always having to hold it back, control my pace, flex those muscles that hold back my cum. It becomes an exercise in concentration and restraint to not simply explode inside of her after just a few minutes of uninterrupted sex.
Pegging was totally different. I had to focus on the sensation. Let it radiate into me until I felt warm and energized. Like every sense was on fire, every limb crackling with pleasure. Then, there was this feeling of inevitability. Like if I just kept doing what I was doing I would come, eventually. I had a greater feeling of control though. I could stave it off if I wanted to. Let it build without a lot of effort. That’s what I did the second time we tried it. Yeah, it definitely made my orgasm more intense. I think the folks down at the pool probably heard my scream when I finally came. For her part, Mrs. Ten had some pretty incredible orgasms as well, though they definitely required her vibe before or after fucking me.
So yes, I think we’ve discovered a new kink that we can share. One that has a few avenues that really need to be explored. Bigger dildo? Strapless strap-on? Vibration? Different positions? How will it feel to let her be in charge of the depth and pace? Will I still have all that control or will I be reduced to a howling, spasming cum factory, completely at her mercy? I’d definitely like to find out. So peg me. Peg me please!